"Lu Zhuo of Qiangzhou has met Lord Wu An."

He is two meters tall, has a tiger-backed waist, a golden crown on his head, a blood-red battle robe, a golden tiger-swallowing armor, and a Fangtian painted halberd. Just standing there, a heroic aura hits his face, even if it is Zhao Yinshun

Everyone has to give a thumbs up:

Good! Very energetic!

On the other side, Lu Zhuo was also quietly sizing up Zhao Yinshun. It was the first time he had close contact with Zhao Yinshun. The unreally handsome face made him think that the other person was an immortal who came out of poetry and paintings, and he felt inexplicably ashamed of himself.

With sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, a splendid silver dragon suit, and a white jade sword on his waist, the whole person is like a snow lotus on the high cold mountain, exuding a mysterious aroma of nobility and elegance.

Especially when you meet his gaze, the endless fragments of light in the sharp black eyes are like a sea of ​​stars, trying to suck your soul into the bottomless darkness.

In a daze, Lu Zhuo seemed to see illusory black flames steaming around the opponent, expanding crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering every inch of his sight in the blink of an eye.

The seemingly insignificant young man was emitting black flames that filled the sky and the earth. Even if he looked up hard, he could not see the boundary. He could only be enveloped by the terrifying shadow, melting little by little into the depths of the dark flames...

A sense of awe and admiration that mortals have for high-level creatures surged into his heart, driving Lu Zhuo to kneel down devoutly towards the being in front of him.

Pa~

The applause was so clear and painful that it echoed on the stage of the Conferment of Gods. Lu Zhuo's angular features showed clearly visible red palm prints, which made Zhao Yinshun confused.

"Hit yourself before you take action? Is this... the custom of you Qiangzhou people?"

Seeing the unspeakable expression on the young man's face, Lu Zhuo felt a rush of blood rush to his forehead, but he also completely woke up from the oppression of the other party's supernatural level of [charm].

What a terrible Mr. Wu An!

What on earth is hidden in those eyes?

Holding Fang Tian's painted halberd tightly, the heavy weapon in his hand seemed to bring him a sense of security. Lu Zhuo took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look directly into the boy's "terrifying" eyes.

"This slap is just because I was timid before fighting, and it was used to wake myself up."

"I see, you saw something you shouldn't have seen."

With a gentle hammer on his palm, Zhao Yinshun suddenly realized, staring at Lu Zhuo with a half-smile but admonishing him softly.

"Don't look directly, or you may burn your soul."

The last [Omniscient Eye] high priest who saw it this way is still blindfolded.

"…………"

Although he knew what he was telling the truth, Lu Zhuo couldn't help but feel endless aggrievedness in his heart.

We are all the geniuses on the [Apotheosis of the Gods List], so am I not even qualified to look at you directly?

Why?!

I just want to see it!

Stubbornly raised his head, his angry gaze was about to disappear. Lu Zhuo trembled all over and lowered his head tremblingly.

Outside the Conferred God Stage, countless onlookers saw this scene, with goosebumps all over their bodies, and felt a chill running through their bodies.

"Has he entered the [theosophical] state?"

"No! No one has seen his [spiritual] posture!"

"Then what's going on with him..."

Everyone is a genius from the top sanctuary, and they can know what the other person wants to express without having to say it explicitly.

That "smell"... they are so familiar!

An [inhuman] smell!

And it’s not the seventh level that retains most of the [human nature], but the even more twisted, weird, indescribable eighth level, or even the ninth level!

They have only felt this similar sense of terror and oppression from some old monsters deep in the sanctuary!

That feeling is not like facing a specific [person], but some kind of abstract [concept].

This [concept] cannot be understood by a mortal soul. Even if it is just a glimpse, it may be melted by the divine light it emits and twisted into a madman or a ball of rotten flesh.

At the third level of mythology, the higher you go, the stronger the smell of [inhumanity] becomes, and this smell is clearly lingering around Zhao Yinshun.

"But...he is only at level three!"

"Are all the monsters at the top of [The List of Conferred Gods] like this?"

"No! The [Vatican] Saint has always been in the top ten, and she obviously doesn't have this flavor!"

…………

Just as a group of geniuses were having a heated discussion, there was also a storm among the countless powerful people in the void who were paying attention to this battle.

"Divine transformation! How is it possible?"

"But the light of the soul materializes and burns the soul. This is an obvious sign of divine transformation!"

"I don't understand why third-level flesh and blood can support divine transformation? Is there anything special about his body?"

"Haha, find an old devil to capture him, peel off his skin and cramps, and study it!"

"Forget it, I'm afraid Duanmu Sui will fight me hard. His current state is not very stable..."

"You don't need Duan Musui to take action, maybe you can't even deal with this little guy!"

"Just a third-level person..."

"In your eyes, he is just a third-level person, but in my eyes, he is a future martial arts saint!"

"…………"

As soon as these words came out, all the gods and demons fell into silence.

No one knows how terrifying it will be after a martial arts class who is responsible for violent killings and gathers thousands of great powers ascends to the Holy See!

Be conservative and kill two or three [Pseudo Saints] without any problem...

"Martial arts is difficult and dangerous. He may not be able to reach the top. He may even stop at the eighth level in the future."

"Even if he is only at the eighth level, if he connects with the [Apotheosis of the Gods] and launches a [God-connecting] posture to fight with all his strength, can you guarantee that you can suppress him?"

"…………"

Indeed, an eighth-level warrior works so hard that even a ninth-level saint has to avoid his edge, not to mention that he may not only be an eighth-level warrior...

The unknown is the greatest terror. No one knows where Zhao Yinshun's limit is, so we can only speculate on the heights he may reach in the future based on the strength he has shown now.

But the more they understand, the more confused everyone becomes and the more panicked they become.

This posture... doesn't look like it's only at the eighth level!

Do you really want to use force to become a saint?!

On the Conferring God Stage, the weird atmosphere did not last long. Lu Zhuo gritted his teeth and took the lead in launching the challenge.

He knew that if he didn't take action, he would probably gradually lose the courage to take action, and his Taoist heart would be crushed by Zhao Yinshun's coercion!

"watch out!"

With a roar of a tiger, the thick Fang Tian painted halberd tore through the air, turning into shadows of the halberd that filled the sky, completely engulfing the young man in white clothes Shengxue.

As soon as he made a move, Lu Zhuo seemed to have broken through the invisible barrier, and his heart was full of joy. The moves in his hands became softer and more agile, and his level was obviously improved!

But before the smile on the corner of his mouth completely rose, a terrifying feeling of shock came from the tiger's mouth, and the shadow of the halberd in the sky solidified instantly, staying firmly on Zhao Yinshun's face.

When~

It was not until this moment that a deafening explosion exploded on the Conferring God Platform. The energy that wrapped the halberd blade was crushed by a fleshy palm. The materialized golden light enveloped the five fingers and firmly grasped the crescent-shaped blade.

Half of his body was numb from the shock. Lu Zhuo held the halberd in both hands and tried to pull back the weapon with all his strength. However, he felt that the head of the halberd was welded to a big mountain. No matter how hard he tried, the weapon in his hand would not move at all.

"Drink!"

Being held tightly by Zhao Yinshun with one hand, Lu Zhuo's muscles all over his body were trembling, as if there were little mice scurrying around under his skin, veins burst out all over his body, and his bronze cheeks were suppressed and turned dark red.

However, despite all his efforts, there was no response from the other party. Zhao Yinshun held the tip of the halberd and looked around, feeling that there was a hint of magic brewing in it.

After careful refining, it might grow into a divine weapon...

interesting!

Seeing that the hunter was happy, Zhao Yinshun raised his hand, and Lu Zhuo instantly rose into the air like an ant on a bamboo stick, and was lifted into the air without any resistance.

"…………"

Just when Lu Zhuo was hesitating to give up the weapon, the halberd drew a round arc and penetrated him to the ground.

boom!

A circle of white air waves visible to the naked eye swept across dozens of meters in radius. On the hard Conferred God Platform, a radioactive shallow pit with a diameter of two meters spread out with spider web cracks, and even extended to more than ten meters in the farthest place.

"Well……"

His brain was completely blank. Lu Zhuo stared blankly into the void, lying in the middle of the hole with empty eyes. However, the habit he had developed over a long period of time still made him hold on to the weapon in his hand tightly.

Still not letting go?

Good! Very energetic!
To be continued...