Chapter 375 Behead! Young Master of the Pantheon

The battle between warriors is extremely dangerous. Often, a moment of distraction can lead to a reversal of the outcome of the entire battle.

Although Dongfang Wuque's momentary distraction lasted less than half a second, it was enough for the Great Wilderness Sword to hit his body!

"No, no——"

Dongfang Wuque's body was pierced by the sword light.

A hideous blood-red phantom was blasted out of his body. This phantom was the Immortal Fighting Soul that Dongfang Wuque regarded as his trump card.

Without the blessing of the Immortal Fighting Soul.

Dongfang Wuque simply could not resist the power of the Great Wilderness Sword.

His body was chopped into pieces by the sword light in an instant, turning into fragments and splashing all over the arena.

"Impossible, I have calculated that with the power of your martial arts, even if the secret method can amplify the martial arts by a hundred times, it is absolutely impossible to break the defense of the Immortal Fighting Soul."

Only Dongfang Wuque's head was intact.

At this time, he stared at Lin Yuan with bloodshot eyes and roared in disbelief.

"Indeed, if there is only the Divine Fire Mysterious Art, it is indeed impossible to break the defense of the Undead Fighting Soul."

Lin Yuan looked at him and nodded calmly, "I also guessed that you would investigate my information in advance. Unfortunately, what you don't know is that I once obtained a low-level human-level martial art in the East Wilderness."

"That martial art is called the Sword Drawing Technique."

"This martial art has only one effect."

"That is... through a long period of accumulation, the power of the sword martial art that is about to be used is doubled."

Lin Yuan's expression was very calm, and his voice fell into Dongfang Wuque's ears indifferently, "From just now, I have been accumulating power for the Great Wilderness Sword, so the power of the sword just now was not increased by a hundred times, but... two hundred times."

"What?!"

Dongfang Wuque's pupils suddenly shrank.

"I am indeed very afraid of your immortal fighting spirit. To be honest, if we really fight head-on, even I am not sure that I can withstand the vitality of the immortal fighting spirit."

"What a pity..."

"From the beginning, I didn't intend to fight you head-on."

Lin Yuan said, and walked quickly towards Dongfang Wuque.

"What are you going to do?"

Dongfang Wuque's pupils suddenly contracted, and then quickly expanded. There was a trace of fear in his eyes when he looked at Lin Yuan.

"Cut the grass and root it out."

Lin Yuan's tone was calm.

"You-you can't kill me!"

Dongfang Wuque's scalp suddenly numbed, and he hurriedly shouted loudly, "Where is the guardian? Come and save me!"

As soon as the voice fell.

Two figures tore through the space and appeared on the ring.

However.

Before they could intervene in the battle, two figures instantly appeared in front of them and blocked the two people's way.

"You two, since the Pantheon has come to participate in the Holy Land Competition, it must follow the rules of the Holy Land Competition."

"No one is allowed to participate before the contestant admits defeat."

A cold female voice sounded.

Lin Yuan knew without looking back that this voice was from Luo Xingshuang's protector, Xuetang, the great elder of Ziwei Holy Land.

The other figure was Fengzi, who had been presiding over the Holy Land Competition.

Both of them were ninth-level Saint Masters.

Moreover, they were both top-notch masters in terms of cultivation and strength among the ninth-level Saint Masters!

"Get out of the way!"

The two Pantheon protectors were full of murderous intent. They were all from the East Palace. If Dongfang Wuque died here, they would only end up being buried with the young master.

"Lin Yuan, what are you waiting for?"

Xuetang ignored the threats of the two, but suddenly looked in Lin Yuan's direction and reminded him meaningfully.

Lin Yuan was stunned at first, and then instantly understood Xuetang's intention.

He raised one foot, concentrated his energy on the sole of his foot, and stepped on Dongfang Wuque's head.

"Wait, I admit defeat--"

Dongfang Wuque's reaction was not slow. If he could shout out his surrender, Lin Yuan would kill him again, which would violate the rules of the Holy Land Competition.

At that time.

The two guardians of the Pantheon could kill Lin Yuan on the spot and avenge him.

But.

Lin Yuan did not give him this opportunity at all.

Bang.

A muffled sound rang out, and Dongfang Wuque's head was instantly crushed by Lin Yuan's foot!

At this moment.

All the warriors in the audience were stunned.

The next second.

Everyone burst into warm cheers in unison!

The Pantheon began to appear in the world nearly a hundred years ago, doing evil everywhere in the Central Region, but the warriors in the Central Region have never been able to do anything to them.

Today Lin Yuan stepped on Dongfang Wuque to death.

Killed the young master of the East Hall of the Pantheon.

This...

is a very commendable victory since the major holy lands fought against the Pantheon!

"Dare to kill the young master, die!"

The two guardians of the Pantheon were crazy.

What a pity.

With Xuetang and Fengzi present, they simply could not get past the two to kill Lin Yuan!

On the ring.

Lin Yuan took off Dongfang Wuque's storage ring expressionlessly.

I don't know why.

He always felt something was wrong.

He and others had protectors, and the strength of the Pantheon far exceeded that of one or two separate holy places. How could an important figure like Dongfang Wuque not have a protector around him?

But...

Until he stepped on his head, this guy didn't have any life-saving trump cards.

This made Lin Yuan feel a little bit wrong.

At the same time.

Outside Mangshan.

"Damn Lin Yuan, I'm going to grind you to ashes!"

A shrill roar sounded.

If Lin Yuan was here, he would definitely recognize that this was Dongfang Wuque's voice.

In a palm-sized transparent bowl, there stood a palm-sized person. If you look closely, you can find that this is a miniature version of Dongfang Wuque.

"Young Master Dongfang, you should save your breath for now."

A cold female voice sounded, "If I hadn't helped you hide it from the sea in advance, you would have been a corpse at this moment."

"I--"

Dongfang Wuque's words choked for a moment, and then he snorted coldly, "If I hadn't been cut off for fifty years of cultivation, how could a mere Lin Yuan... And, when will you let me out?"

"Did Young Master Dongfang misunderstand?"

The female voice sounded again, and the voice was cold, mixed with a bit of mockery and teasing, "It is naturally impossible for my spirit race to help you escape for nothing. In the next period of time, I will have to wrong Young Master Dongfang."

"What do you mean?"

Dongfang Wuque's heart trembled slightly.

Before the battle with Lin Yuan began, this woman from the Spirit Clan suddenly came to him, giving him a life-saving trump card for free, and wanted to negotiate a business with him.

He didn't want to agree, but after pondering for a long time, he still couldn't resist the temptation of restoring his cultivation and accepted the gift from the Spirit Clan.

But Dongfang Wuque didn't expect it.

These people from the Spirit Clan hid the sea to save his life, but they also restricted his freedom.

Now, he has obviously become a prisoner of the Spirit Clan.

"Damn Lin Yuan... If I can get out of this predicament, I will definitely grind you to ashes!"