Chapter 1561: Provoking in public, attacking with anger

After these words came out, the already quiet atmosphere in the field became even more dead silent!

At this moment, looking at the black-robed young man standing in the wind, many human race strongmen secretly admired him.

After all, facing the mighty Saint King of the Barbarians, he could still remain calm and talk freely. This kind of mentality is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve. This alone shows that the four words "Unparalleled Arrow God" are not just a name for nothing.

However, Bu Yu Shangxian, who was already full of anger, suddenly jumped out at this moment and exaggerated to Saint King Yun Yao:

"Report to your father, this son slaughtered our barbarian warriors wantonly, causing the entire East City War Zone to be defeated. It is simply a heinous crime and must not be easily forgiven!"

Hearing this, Saint King Yun Yao's eyes flashed with displeasure, obviously quite dissatisfied with his son's cowardly performance just now.

But he did not show it, but stared at Qin Tian with burning eyes, and said in a majestic tone:

"Hmph~! Peerless Arrow God? Just a Yuanying ant, dare to call yourself a god? You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is...!"

While speaking, Saint King Yun Yao raised his hand and slowly burst out with strength all over his body, ready to break the captured arrow, wanting to show off his power on the spot.

Although the Feiyu Arrow is powerful, it is best at speed and attack. It is not very hard. How can it withstand the power of the Saint King?

So facing the huge power of Saint King Yun Yao, the arrow instantly bent into an exaggerated arc, and there were bursts of wailing.

Seeing this situation, Qin Tian couldn't help but frown slightly.

After all, the Flowing Light Feather Arrow is different from ordinary spiritual treasures. Although it seems to be only of the middle grade, it is extremely expensive. The spiritual materials used to refine it are all rare and precious. Its value is self-evident.

But seeing that the damage to the arrow is inevitable, he is not a fussy person. He did not hesitate to pinch the seal with one hand and shouted softly:

"Explode~!"

As soon as the voice fell, before the arrow was completely broken, the arrow head suddenly glowed red, and then exploded instantly. It was the self-destructive attack hidden in the Feather Arrow!

Accompanied by the powerful aftermath, a red wave of air swept across the sky.

Caught off guard, even the Holy King Yun Yao could not completely avoid it, and was immediately enveloped by the flames.

Although with his powerful strength in the Holy King realm, coupled with his strong body that can shatter space, this attack is no different from tickling, but it is inevitable to be covered in dust.

When the flames faded, the clothes of the Holy King Yun Yao, who was suspended in the air, were slightly damaged, and even his beard had a trace of burnt marks.

Seeing this situation, there was a sound of gasps in the field.

All the people and barbarians present, including Mi Qianshang and Abbot Mingkong, as well as the Tuoba brothers of the Shufeng tribe, were all shocked.

As for the many powerful people from the Taoist and Buddhist sects, as well as the elite armies of the two tribes, they had already been dumbfounded.

Facing the mighty Holy King, it would be fine if they were neither humble nor arrogant, but they actually dared to take the lead in attacking and provoking?

Such courage is simply appalling!

This can no longer be called audacious.

It is completely a naked act of seeking death!

Even Bu Yu Shangxian, who was about to continue to complain, couldn't help but widen his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

And the Holy King Yun Yao, as the person involved, was in a state of daze.

Since Jiang Tingyue ascended to the throne of the Holy King, all the tribes in the wilderness have bowed down to him. Wherever he goes, he is a figure respected by the world?

He even forgot how long it had been since he was provoked like this. The last time the Qinglian Sword Immortal dared to do so, he was chased and killed for hundreds of millions of miles and had to hide in the Arctic Ice Field to escape.

But now he was provoked by a mere Yuanying stage ant in front of all the cultivators of the two tribes. This is simply a great humiliation. Who can endure it?

So, after reacting, even with the thousand-year state of mind of the Holy King Yun Yao, he couldn't help but be secretly angry, and there was an undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.

"Good, good, good~! What a great Qin Xuantian! Today I want to see how capable you are.........!"

Before he finished speaking, Saint King Yun Yao could no longer hold back, and he slapped his palm in the air. The terrifying energy turned into a whistling wind, and condensed into an illusory palm that was a thousand feet high, and fiercely suppressed the eastern tower.

Wherever he passed, because the power contained was too terrifying, even the surrounding space could not resist it, and many fine cracks were pulled out.

The terrifying state of pressure was like a raging sea, which made the people around him breathless.

How could the Saint King be angry?

I'm afraid that the power of heaven is no more than this!

Seeing this scene, Mi Qianshang and his old friends were naturally very anxious, such as Su Wanyi, who was even more panicked. Even the Peacock Princess and Murong Xuanying, who were far away in other areas, couldn't help but feel extremely worried, and wanted to shout out immediately.

At this moment, under the giant palm, Qin Tian looked extremely small, almost like an ordinary ant.

But he did not dodge at all, just looked at the incoming attack with a serious look, and his right hand hidden in his sleeve quietly grasped a delicate shield.

Sure enough, at this critical moment, before the giant palm hit the light curtain, a playful voice suddenly sounded in the field:

"Hehe~! Fellow Daoist Yun Yao is a saint king, but you have fallen to the point of taking your anger out on the younger generation. Aren't you afraid that if it gets out, people will laugh at you?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure of an old man in a white robe suddenly flew out from Yuncheng. It was Ji Bochang, the Supreme Master of the Immortal Sect!

After arriving, the old man with white eyebrows did not hesitate at all. An ancient dustpan suddenly appeared in his hand. He waved it casually in the air for a few times, and the vast spiritual energy of the heaven and earth gathered crazily, quickly condensing into a colorful cloud, which tightly wrapped the giant palm.