952 Pressure, Pressure!



"Really? I don't think so. On the contrary, I think highly of him." Ye Qiu didn't agree with Daoist Tianfeng's doubts and added. "Not to mention anything else! At least in this realm, I think he's very good. By the way, I also heard that Senior has countless advanced disciples, all of whom are geniuses. However, I only heard rumors. I don't know if it's true."

As soon as these words were spoken, Daoist Tianfeng's face darkened. He slapped the table and stood up. "Ye Qiu! Don't go too far."

"Hey, hey, hey. Why are you so anxious? I'm just telling the truth. Senior, don't be anxious."

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"Too arrogant!"

"It's intolerable."

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao lineage, who had originally calmed down, were instantly enraged when they heard these ear-piercing words. Ye Qiu had humiliated them three times. This was already a public humiliation. If they continued to sit by, wouldn't it be equivalent to confirming Ye Qiu's words?

"Master, I request to fight! A mere Qi Wuhui is just fishing for fame. Watch how I kill him." In an instant, a Heavenly Venerable disciple walked out. He was furious and had an imposing aura.

Everyone was shocked by such a situation. They couldn't understand what Ye Qiu was doing. How could he have the confidence to think that Qi Wuhui could do it? Or did he feel that Qi Wuhui's potential was far more than that, so he still had to feel a little more pressure?

Everyone looked over. Ye Qiu smiled and didn't say anything. "Haha, it's not that I look down on you! Even ten more of you won't be a match for Demon Qi Wuhui."

"Hiss…"

"F*ck, this is a death trap!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Even Qi Wuhui didn't dare to say that. What right did Ye Qiu have?

"How impudent. Isn't it just Qi Wuhui? I really can't stand it anymore. Watch how I kill him." In an instant, another disciple flew into the arena. There were already three challengers in the arena.

As the protagonist, Qi Wuhui felt the pressure multiply and broke out in cold sweat. "F*ck, this situation isn't right. Didn't we agree on a one-on-one battle? Why did it become a group fight?"

He really didn't know what was going on over there, but he could feel that the surrounding atmosphere was getting worse. Why did it feel like these people's eyes were burning with fire, as if they wanted to eat him?

He didn't offend them.

He was flustered, but Qi Wuhui was Qi Wuhui. No matter how great the pressure was, his expression did not change even if Mount Tai collapsed. In his way, he could lose, but his status could not drop.

"Heh, that's it? The pressure isn't enough. Didn't they say that Senior has a full number of advanced disciples? Why are there only three? It's not enough to fight. Ten more."

Regardless of whether Qi Wuhui could withstand it or not, Ye Qiu first maxed out the mockery. At the same time, he let the Heavenly Dao be a tool, causing Qi Wuhui to become famous in one battle.

He had almost achieved his goal.

At this moment, Daoist Tianfeng was completely furious. "This is too much! Too much."

Daoist Tianfeng was really angry. It was fine if Ye Qiu looked down on him, but Qi Wuhui, who came out of nowhere, also looked down on him. He had never heard of the demon Qi Wuhui. "The few of you, attack! Since the Deity is so confident in this Qi, I want to see if he's really capable."

Daoist Tianfeng was completely furious. Didn't you, Ye Qiu, want to use my name to help Qi Wuhui become famous? Alright, I'll fulfill your wish. It all depended on whether you could withstand it!

Daoist Tianfeng didn't object to Ye Qiu's actions. If Qi Wuhui was really capable, he was very willing to fulfill his wish.

As soon as he finished speaking, seven more figures flew down. In the arena, the smoke of war had already reached its peak. Qi Wuhui silently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, panicking.

"Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

"So many people want to kill me? That shouldn't be the case. Ever since I ascended, I've clearly been keeping a low profile."

Qi Wuhui went numb. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He seemed at a loss. At this moment, Linglong cheered loudly in his ear, "Alright, Martial Uncle, all the best! Beat them down and beat them into pig heads."

Linglong, who wanted the world to be in chaos, immediately supported him. Qi Wuhui's heart sank when he heard this.

Damn it, so be it! My life is worth it even if I only have to show off for a day.

After making up his mind, Qi Wuhui immediately turned to Linglong and said very arrogantly, "Linglong, be good. Stand aside so that you won't be covered in blood later."

"F*ck! How dare he?"

"One against ten. He actually has the courage to say such things. He's so brave."

"I love him, I love him. Regardless of victory or defeat, just his words alone are enough to pull the hatred to the max. I support him."

"I've decided. From today onwards, I'm a fan of this person."

For a moment, the entire venue erupted. Good lord! You can actually say such things when facing the siege of ten people, all of them peak-level Heavenly Venerables. What did he mean by splattering your blood? Whose blood was it?

"Arrogant, too arrogant!"

"Damn it? It's tolerable!"

The ten of them were instantly enraged. In the arena, a silent smoke gradually spread.

Boom!

Suddenly, ten shocking forces erupted. Ten Heavenly Venerables instantly erupted, and an invisible pressure crushed over. Qi Wuhui's footsteps sank and he almost lost his balance. Under the immense pressure, his eyes gradually turned cold after confirming that Linglong had walked far away.

"Alright! Since the heavens gave me this chance, I can only become famous in one battle."

A real man dared to face a miserable life. Even though he knew that there was a dead end ahead, Qi Wuhui still did not take a step back. At this moment, he seemed to have entered a magical realm, and an invincible aura gradually spread out.

On the audience stand, Ye Qiu's eyes changed. He silently observed, and his heart was already in turmoil.

"As expected! Only under extreme despair can the true him be forced out." Ye Qiu thought to himself. When the pressure reached its peak, Qi Wuhui seemed to have become a different person. His aura had already undergone a tremendous change. He was like a true god of war, not taking a half-step back in adversity.

At this moment, not only Ye Qiu, but the big shots and elders of the various factions also looked over in surprise. No one dared to believe that Qi Wuhui's aura was actually on par with the pressure of ten opponents who were not inferior to him.

What was even more terrifying was that this aura was still increasing, breaking through the limit.

"This guy! How impressive." Even Ye Wuhen looked over in surprise, unable to believe what he was seeing. From the looks of it, Qi Wuhui's potential wasn't Ye Qiu bragging. He really had something.