Chapter 110: The Three-Punch Pact!

Wujie must die. He will personally destroy Yin Wujie and all of his minions.But all this talk is just the impotent roar of a fool.Wang Xuan is now preoccupied with something more important, and has no..."Hand over your storage pouches, and serve me!" Wang Xuan said coldly.

These disciples of the Yanyue Sect are not bad in terms of martial arts. Taking them as servants can help him solve some chores.

As his martial arts skills improved, he couldn't possibly do everything himself. That would waste too much time on cultivation.

What!

Upon hearing Wang Xuan's words, all the men and women of the Yuezhang Sect changed color.

Of course, putting the other party first is out of the question. Even handing over one's family's storage pouch would be something that any martial artist would find difficult to accept.

Before, their Yanyue Sect disciples formed an enforcement team to seize the storage belongings of disciples from other three sects. Unexpectedly, today they were robbed by others

"Impossible, we are disciples of the Yanyue Sect. Let us serve you as our master..." Tang Long said.

But before he could finish his sentence, Wang Xuan pointed to something below.

'Boom!'

A more terrifying invisible force descended, and the four men and women of Tanglong, all at the level of the Sea of Mountains Realm, let out screams. Just like the other men and women of the Yanyue Sect, they were all pressed to the ground like frogs, unable to move.

For a time, before this cliff, there appeared a strange sight.

All the disciples of the Yanyue Sect were learning to imitate a toad, their bodies trembling violently as they gritted their teeth and resisted the invisible giant forces falling upon them.

The disciples of the Yanyue Sect were extremely humiliated and deeply unwilling to accept their fate.

Once upon a time, they were still in the secret realm, glorying in treasure hunts and vying for opportunities. Before that, they were even freely cultivating in blessed lands, but in the blink of an eye, they had all become lambs to be slaughtered.

Three female disciples of the Yanyue Sect deeply regretted their actions. They wished they had never contacted and competed with the Yin Feng Gu disciples for opportunities.

"Big Brother is mighty!"

The disciples of Yin Feng Gu were overjoyed and cheered with delight.

Wang Xuan laughed and said, “Junior brothers, we should convince people with virtue. The words we speak must be kept, and if we say we will kill them, we will kill them.”

Lu Kun's sinister smile spread wide: "Yes, big brother has already given them a chance. Since they don't know how to cherish it, then we'll go down and drain them one by one."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Kun greeted his fellow disciples. They all jumped down from the jade boat and soul swords, drew their daggers, and with sinister smiles, walked towards the male and female disciples of the Yuezhang sect.

Wang Xuan smirked: “Lu, junior brother, that Senior Sister Chu is quite attractive. Don't kill her, I want to slowly peel off her skin and make a complete human-skin cloak.”

Chu Yin lay on the ground, her face pale with fright.

It's better to just kill her!

Do you have to peel it first That would be so painful, wouldn't it

Chu Yin used to be quite satisfied with her appearance, but now she doesn't feel that way anymore.

The dragon saw a disciple of Yin Feng Gu, grinning ominously toward him, ready to slit his throat and drain his blood.

"Don't!" Tang Long shouted. "I never said I wouldn't serve you as master. I just refuse to submit! If, brother, you can defeat me fairly and squarely, I, Tang Long, will gladly serve you as master!"

It's better to be alive than dead.

"Yes, as long as you can defeat Tang Shixiong normally, we are willing to acknowledge you as our leader!" A group of Yan Yue Zong disciples hurriedly exclaimed.

Wang Xuan smiled ambiguously: "Oh, what do you mean by a normal victory"

Tang Long gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a body cultivator. You dissipate this mysterious pressure. If you can face me in three punches, I, Tang Long, swear to follow you to the death!"

Wow!

The intangible force of suppression has vanished.

Wang Xuen sheathed his soul sword and white jade boat, gracefully descending from the void. His feet firmly planted on the grass.

"Alright, have it your way."

Since Tang Long proposed a test of physical strength, he must have been confident. Wang Xuan also wanted to see what Tang Long was capable of.

The men and women of the Yuezhang Sect all let out a sigh of relief. With the invisible pressure gone, they rose to their feet, looking fearfully at the young man in white.

Lu Kun and Guan Qing looked at Tang Long with suspicious eyes. His thin frame was so skinny that it was almost like a bamboo pole, they couldn't tell that he was actually a cultivator.

"Hmph." Tang Long was glared at by the disciples of Yin Feng Valley. He scowled and snorted coldly.

"Tang Senior Brother, it's your turn!"

"Come on, Tang!"

"Revenge for us!!"

All the disciples of the Zhonghuang Yuezong were cheering for Tang Long, but deep down, they felt uncertain. Although Tang Long had cultivated a powerful body-refining technique, beauty was indeed harmful. He was almost drained by Zhao Shijie.

Zhao Yan sneered inwardly. This Yin Feng Valley's junior martial brother was an unknown quantity in terms of martial arts, but he definitely couldn't withstand her three punches from the Wulong Fist Style.

A crowd parted, forming a wide open space in front of the precipice to allow Tang Long and Wang Xuan to test their physical strength against each other.

"Punch!"

Wang Xuan and Tang Long stood ten meters apart, casually saying.

Tang Long moved his wrist and neck, making cracking bone sounds.

Wang Xuan was amused, his face flushed like a butcher's knife had scraped it. This man had hardly any flesh on him, truly a cultivator

Abruptly, Tang Long's aura shifted. A ferocious roar of a tiger erupted from within him, and a mighty black tiger phantom materialized around his body.

Wang Xuan, who had originally been smiling faintly, furrowed his brows slightly, and couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.

This Tang Long must have cultivated some kind of… extraordinary body refinement technique.

At this moment, the world seemed to dim by a third. The surrounding trees rustled, and a wind whipped across the open space, stirred by Tang Long's physical training method.

"First punch!"

The dragon roared, charging out suddenly. His entire being was like a black tiger, his speed and momentum terrifying. He punched towards Wang Xuan, the wind from his fist sweeping towards him.

Wang Xuan's face turned cold, his right hand clenched slightly, and he began to activate his physical combat power.

'Bang!'

The two fists collided with a heavy, resounding thud.

The ground before the cliff trembled slightly.

Wang Xuan felt a surging, tremendous force pouring from Tang Long's fist into his own, rushing along his arm and into his body.

It is to be known that he has already had three embodiments of returning to one through the multiplication table!

"Pffft~"

The dragon coughed up a mouthful of blood, its form slipping backward. It slid for twenty meters before finally regaining its footing.

"Senior Brother Tang!" The disciples of the Yanyue Sect exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Yan's heart clenched.

And disciples like Lü Kun and Guan Qing from Yinfenggu, let out a sigh of relief.

Before Tang Long's punch, it was indeed awe-inspiring, making them secretly startled.

One really can't underestimate the martial cultivators of this world.

Tang Long's eyes held a hint of surprise: "You caught my punch, good. However, I just used only sevenfold battle strength!"

"I only used five," Wang Xuan said.

Tang Long's breath hitched. This young man was handsome and refined, yet he was even more shameless than him.

"I didn't expect you to still be a cultivator. You won't be able to take my second punch!" Tang Long roared.

A dragon's roar echoed within him. This time, rising from his body was not a black tiger but a black dragon.

"Awooo~!"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, Tang Long moved, his entire body surging with black light as he ran, like a black dragon charging towards Wang Xuan.

"Good job!"

Wang Xuan let out a yell, dropped into a horse stance, and with his right fist glowing faintly gold, struck.

Boom!

The black light fist and the golden fist collided...g, that spatial rift barrier can hold for ten breaths, come quickly, I'll take you away!"As soon as the words left his mouth, Shen Zikai was about to take back the golden seal and give the three pills...