1787: C1787 Don't Let Me Do It

C1787 Don't Let Me Do It

"Lin Fei, tell me, is the power of my Lion Tiger Fist like a breeze? Is the power of my Lion Tiger Fist like an itch? " Tai Hong's voice became louder and louder, resounding throughout the entire Divine Temple of Tai Yuan.

Lin Fei was long dead, his soul was most likely destroyed by Tai Hong's strongest Lion Tiger Fist.

How could Lin Fei possibly answer Tai Hong's question?

The reason why Tai Hong did that, was because he wanted to ruthlessly humiliate Lin Fei and the Azure Mountain Divine Pavilion in front of the five hundred thousand plus cultivators present.

Even if Lin Fei died.

He did not let Lin Fei go.

It was just that …

At this moment.

Unexpectedly, a faint voice sounded.

"The power of your Lion Tiger Fist is indeed like a gust of wind. It is indeed like scratching an itch. Oh, that's not right. To be more precise, your Strongest Lion Tiger Fist is not even comparable to scratching an itch."

The moment this voice sounded.

The entire Azure Mountain Divine Pavilion fell into dead silence.

At the scene, those over five hundred thousand cultivators seemed to have become dead people. They simply could not breathe, could not beat, could not think, could not blink.

This voice was very familiar to them.

If it was not Lin Fei's voice, then whose voice was it?

Lin Fei actually did not die.

At the same time.

The dust had settled.

Lin Fei's uninjured appearance fell into the eyes of the one million people present.

Everyone was stunned.

He was utterly stupefied.

His thoughts were completely frozen.

After a long time.

It was only then that the five hundred thousand cultivators present started to gradually regain their train of thought.

Chi You Qingcheng's eyeballs were about to fall off from her sockets.

Tai Hong did not believe that Lin Fei was still alive. His mind was in a state of collapse!

In order to use the most powerful Lion Tiger Fist, he used up all the spiritual energy in his body.

The might of his strongest Lion Tiger Fist was comparable to a Half-step Transcending Mortality Stage martial skill.

Lin Fei stood motionlessly on the spot. He did not use any martial skills to counter the strongest Lion Tiger Fist that he executed.

Lin Fei actually did not die.

They had seen a ghost!1

This was completely a meeting with the King of Hell!

Tai Hong could not accept such an outcome.

No matter what, Taihong couldn't accept it.

He felt that the scene before his eyes was like a fantasy.

He would rather believe that a newborn ant had killed an adult tyrannosaur.

He didn't believe the scene in front of him either.

The smile on Huang Heng's face froze.

At this moment, the expression on his face was even uglier than if he had just eaten a hole in the ground. His mood had fallen to the bottom of the abyss.

Jiu Xiao was about to go crazy. He rubbed his eyes again and again, but was still able to see that Lin Fei was unscathed.

Pah pah pah …

Lin Fei slowly stepped forward.

His steps were so light, yet it still reached every ear clearly.

Cang Wuhen wiped the tears off his face. He was as happy as a child, he was as happy as a madman. He was dancing with joy, he did not look like a pavilion master at all.

In the blink of an eye.

Lin Fei walked in front of Tai Hong and looked him in the eye. "Get the hell off the arena. Don't let me do it. I don't want to throw a piece of trash onto the arena."

The voice was extremely domineering and it was filled with an unquestionable feeling.

The humiliation suddenly filled up every cell in Taihong's body.

This year, Taihong was not even five hundred years old.

He was already a cultivator at the eighth level of the Heavenly Completion Stage.

He had never thought that one day he would be called trash.

"I'll give you five seconds to roll down from the arena." Lin Fei blinked and his voice became colder.

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