Chapter 140 You Are Too Weak

"Gulp!"

A clear sound of swallowing saliva appeared.

"Damn it, he won't kill me with one punch, will he? This punch will probably knock all my shit out."

When Lin Dong's eyes were fixed on Huang Puying, he felt like he was being stared at by a peerless beast, and he had the urge to turn around and run away.

As an assassin, he was very thin-skinned.

"I said, are you Huang Puying of the Huangpu family?"

Lin Dong was very dissatisfied with the hesitation of the blurred figure. He frowned slightly and took the high-level spiritual treasure-level dagger from Huang Puying's hand, kneaded it casually, and then kneaded it into a ball of scrap iron and threw it on the ground.

"Uh, yes, yes, Mr. Lin Dong, I am Huang Puying, do we know each other?"

Witnessing this scene, Huang Puying felt his scalp tingling and nodded hurriedly. Maybe he could establish some friendship?

"Boom!!!"

Huang Puying felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a sense of weightlessness came over him. He was suddenly sent out by an indescribable force and instantly stuffed into the wall.

"Hey, do you know each other? Of course we know each other. I heard that you once maliciously harassed my wife when she was in the Huangpu clan. If I don't teach you a lesson, you will think that I, Lin Dong, am made of mud."

Glancing at the huge human-shaped depression on the inner wall of the hall, Lin Dong smiled coldly, and then turned around and left without any nostalgia.

"But, I don't even know who your wife is, okay?!!"

Huang Puying was ashamed and angry, and tried to climb out of the depression with difficulty.

"My wife is Ling Qingzhu."

The next second, a white fist grew bigger and bigger in Huang Puying's eyes, and it was stuffed deeper into the wall.

"Ling Qingzhu?"

Huang Puying's eyes went dark when he heard the words, and he fainted instantly.

"Da Da Da!"

The figure gradually walked away and soon disappeared in the narrow corridor.

......

The fourth hall, the fifth hall, the sixth hall...

Lin Dong swept through all the strong ones with unstoppable force. He never wasted more than three minutes in any of the battles, which made the leaders of the major forces of the Great Yan Dynasty who were watching the battle from the outside world look at him sideways.

The eighth hall.

"This should be the last match, right?"

Lin Dong smiled secretly and pushed open the thick door of the ancient hall.

"Lin Dong, I didn't expect that my opponent in the last match would be you. I thought that my Wang clan would definitely get this spot."

In the hall, the golden-robed figure sitting cross-legged stood up with a solemn expression.

"Wang Zhong? You should be the brother of Wang Yan, the loser? You are at the peak of the Great Perfection of the Creation Realm, which is better than your loser brother."

Lin Dong glanced at the golden-robed figure and nodded casually.

"Lin Dong, don't think that you can insult me ​​at will just because you can defeat Lin Langtian, who is at the peak of the Creation Realm! I, Wang Zhong, cannot be insulted!!!"

Wang Zhong clenched his fists and stared at Lin Dong with red eyes.

"Then show me your strength that cannot be humiliated."

The handsome young man stood with his arms crossed, obviously not taking it to heart.

"Damn it! When have I, Wang Zhong, ever suffered such humiliation? Die!"

Wang Zhong, who was breathing rapidly, pressed the air with both hands, and the powerful Yuanli immediately condensed into two square golden platforms, which roared and suppressed like mountains.

"It's almost time, and it's time to end this game of playing house."

Lin Dong smiled slightly, and his lips moved slightly: "Big Sun Thunder Body!"

"Buzz! Boom!"

A round of sun suddenly appeared in the hall, emitting extremely dazzling and rich golden light. The golden light was pervasive and spread to any corner of the hall. It first crushed the two golden platforms, and then rushed towards the frightened Wang Zhong savagely.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, and this peak strong man in the Great Perfection of the Creation Realm was swept by a golden light and pressed to the cold floor of the hall.

"You, no, you guys, you are too weak."

With a deep sigh, the endless golden light disappeared into the hall along with the tall figure.

"Puff!"

Wang Zhong, who was filled with shame and anger, spat out a large mouthful of blood and fainted completely.

He had not even used his best spearmanship, his earth-level spiritual treasure Blood Demon Shura Spear, and the battle was over. Lin Dong did not even look at him.

Because, he was too weak!

......

"Boom!"

One of the five gates at the exit of the ancient palace complex was finally opened, and it was also the first passage for someone to walk out.

"Da Da Da!"

Amidst many complicated eyes, the handsome young man in black walked out calmly, and his leisurely demeanor seemed as if he had just returned from an outing.

"Patriarch Lin Fan, Lin Dong has fulfilled his mission!"

Lin Dong stood still and bowed to the stunned Lin Fan from a distance.

"Okay, okay, okay, Lin Dong, you are the greatest pride of my Lin clan."

Lin Fan, who had just woken up from a dream, excitedly helped Lin Dong up, patted Lin Dong's shoulders constantly, and whispered encouragement.

God is merciful. In the recent dynasty seed selection competitions, the Lin clan did not even get a place in the selection competition, let alone any clan member who was lucky enough to join a super sect. They failed to get anything in a row for several sessions. Today, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little beast, you dare to hurt my son like this, I want you to die!!"

Just when Lin Dong turned his back to everyone and greeted Lin Fan to announce the good news, a Nirvana Realm expert who had lost his mind took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on him.

The patriarch of the Wang clan, the father of Wang Zhong and Wang Yan, the Nirvana Realm expert Wang Lei!

"Old man, how dare you!"

Lin Fan, whose face was red with shock, was eager to push Lin Dong away and fight back.

"Wang Lei, stop it!"

The Great Yan Emperor Mo Jingtian's face suddenly changed, and his figure rushed over.

No one has ever dared to break the rules set by the royal family and attack the winner of the seed selection competition. He is looking for death!

"Hey, this old dog really attacked me after all."

Lin Dong, who had his back to everyone, showed a mocking smile on his face. Without even looking at him, he punched out with lightning speed. The majestic Yuanli directly condensed into the shape of a dragon and an elephant under his fist, and there was a faint sound of dragon roar and elephant roar.

"Dragon Elephant Tyrant Fist!"

A soft hum sounded, and the huge dragon and elephant immediately swooped out with the intention of all beasts to submit.

Dragon Elephant Tyrant Fist, the top martial arts of the eighth grade, one of the superior martial arts of the inner clan of the Lin clan, is not allowed to be practiced by non-inner clan members!

"All resistance is in vain, go to hell, you little bastard!!!"

Wang Lei laughed grimly at this, and his fist, which was surrounded by a strong Yuanli light, suddenly accelerated, and then he rushed forward with a violent momentum, and the two fists collided with each other.

A warrior in the Creation Realm actually dared to fight against a strong man in the Nirvana Realm, he was simply courting death!

"Boom!"

The next second, the smile on Wang Lei's face suddenly froze, and he felt an indescribable huge force instantly penetrated into his body along his arm, violently destroying the meridians and cells everywhere.

"What? That is..."

Wang Lei's pupils suddenly shrank, but before he could answer, the dark energy that invaded his body exploded.

"Puff!"

He was hit hard and flew backwards like a rag sack, and the bright red blood instantly stained his chest.