Chapter 323 Huo Yuhao Appears

Long Aotian saw that Lu Genggeng's already terrifying bloody mouth continued to open in a way that violated the human body structure. The degree of tearing at the corner of his mouth was beyond Long Aotian's cognition, almost touching his fat ears.

At this time, a disgusting stench came to his face. Long Aotian endured the discomfort in his stomach and focused his mind on alert. The space in front of Lu Genggeng was distorted, and a huge mouth made entirely of thick soul power appeared out of thin air.

This bloody mouth was three meters wide and two meters high. The fangs were glowing with a heart-pounding green light, and it was obviously tainted with poison.

It swallowed Long Aotian fiercely with a suffocating sense of oppression. Although Long Aotian didn't know what the effect of this strange attack method was, his intuition told him that if he was bitten, he would never feel good.

In a flash, Long Aotian's eyes shone, and his hands instinctively swung forward. Two sharp golden blades broke through the air and pierced through the bloody mouth like lightning.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Lu Genggeng roared in pain, his fat body trembled violently, and a large amount of fat mixed with blood gushed out from the corners of his torn mouth and the wounds pierced by the blades. The air was suddenly filled with a disgusting stench.

Long Aotian knew that these disgusting fats were the energy accumulated by Lu Genggeng after swallowing countless corpses, and they were the basis for his survival.

Today's battle caused him heavy losses, which undoubtedly aroused his more crazy killing intent. Long Aotian seized this opportunity, retreated quickly, and distanced himself from Lu Genggeng.

Although Long Aotian's attack successfully broke his soul power blood mouth, Long Aotian knew clearly that this degree of injury was not fatal to Lu Genggeng, who had thick skin and flesh.

Long Aotian must find his weakness as soon as possible, otherwise this battle will be extremely long. Long Aotian took a deep breath, mobilized the surging spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and roared to the sky.

On the competition stage, Long Aotian felt that the spiritual power in his body was surging violently like a river and sea, as if a prehistoric beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was trying to break free and roaring to break through the cage.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to control this violent force and guide it to every corner of his body.

He felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster like a drum, and his blood was surging in his blood vessels, as if magma was burning and melting his body.

The air around him also became hot, as if he was in a furnace. An invisible pressure emanated from him, like a mountain pressing down on his head, pressing every corner around him, making people breathless.

He raised his head suddenly and roared to the sky, like thunder in the plain, resounding through the sky.

The roar was filled with unyielding will and strong self-confidence, as if he was going to tear the world apart. As he roared, golden light burst out from his body like a volcanic eruption, instantly illuminating the entire competition stage, dispelling the darkness around him, and also setting off Long Aotian as majestic and domineering as a god descending from heaven.

The dazzling golden light seemed to turn the night into day, covering the entire competition stage in a golden ocean, and the dazzling light made everyone squint slightly.

The golden light lasted for several seconds before gradually dissipating, retreating like a tide, and at the same time as the golden light dissipated, an illusory figure gradually emerged behind Long Aotian, like a divine soldier and general descending from the sky.

It was a warrior wearing silver armor, tall and mighty, heroic and valiant, as if he had walked out of an epic.

In his hand, he held a long sword that exuded a chilling aura. The blade was slender and sharp, flashing a chilling cold light, as if it could cut off everything.

The warrior's face was hidden under the helmet, but from his upright posture and fierce momentum, one could still feel the aura of a king who looked down on the world, as if he was the master of this world, and everything had to submit to him.

Looking closely, this figure was somewhat similar to Long Aotian, but more mature and more majestic.

Lu Genggeng only felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, which made his eyes hurt slightly and almost unable to look straight. When he opened his eyes again, he found that a huge silver figure had appeared where Long Aotian had been standing.

The figure was tall and majestic, like a mountain, exuding a palpitating sense of oppression. Lu Genggeng could even feel the waves of heat coming from the figure, and the air was filled with a strange metallic smell, which made his throat dry.

He saw that Long Aotian's body, which was originally flashing with soul rings, was now wrapped in the silver light and slowly rose into the air.

Long Aotian's body gradually became blurred in the silver light, as if it had merged with the huge figure. And the huge silver figure gradually became clearer as Long Aotian rose.

It was a human-shaped phantom, but without facial features, only a smooth silver color.

The silver light became stronger and stronger, almost covering the entire arena. Lu Genggeng had to squint his eyes to barely see everything in front of him.

He saw Long Aotian floating in the air, and the silver light around his body was fluctuating violently, as if it would explode at any time.

Suddenly, a hint of golden light was faintly revealed in the silver light. The golden light became stronger and stronger, and finally it actually competed with the silver light, forming a series of golden and silver interwoven light patterns around Long Aotian's body.

The light pattern was like a living thing, wandering around Long Aotian's body, emitting a frightening energy fluctuation.

At the same time, a strong airflow burst out from Long Aotian and swept around.

Lu Genggeng was forced to retreat again and again by this airflow, and there were bursts of buzzing sounds in his ears. Everything in front of him began to become distorted, as if he was in a maze of funhouse mirrors.

This thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and at the same time, the scene in front of Lu Genggeng began to distort, as if he was in a maze of funhouse mirrors.

He instinctively felt that danger was coming, and suddenly retracted his hands, trying to gather all the fat in his body to resist this unknown attack.

However, his movements seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the surrounding space seemed to have turned into a viscous liquid, hindering his every move.

The distorted light became more and more dazzling, and Long Aotian's figure was looming in it, as if he had turned into a god emitting holy light.

He saw Long Aotian slowly raise his arms, as if embracing a bright moon, and then swung them forward suddenly, and a dazzling white light instantly illuminated the entire ring.

Then, a deafening roar exploded in his ears, and Lu Genggeng felt as if his eardrums were torn apart by an invisible big hand, and the severe pain made him unable to help but let out a painful wail.

His eyes were blank, he could not see or hear anything, only the omnipresent pain reminded him that he had suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. How is it possible? What did he do to me?

In the waiting battle zone, Yan Feng stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief. He knew Lu Genggeng's defense too well. Even when facing a strong man of the same level, Lu Genggeng could remain invincible with his indestructible fat.

Although Long Aotian's previous three attacks were swift, they only left some skin injuries on Lu Genggeng. How could he be seriously injured in such a short time? This was completely beyond his cognition, and he could not accept it for a while.

Yan Feng couldn't see the specific situation on the ring, but the audience in the audience could see it clearly. They saw that at the moment when Long Aotian launched the attack, a layer of crystal clear white light suddenly lit up on his body, as if he was wearing a holy battle armor.

Then, Long Aotian slowly raised his left hand, opened his five fingers, and clenched the air in the direction of Lu Genggeng. At that moment, a huge white ball of light appeared out of thin air behind Lu Genggeng, and the ball of light spun rapidly, making a series of heart-pounding buzzing sounds.

The next moment, the ball of light suddenly shrank, and then exploded, turning into a devastating energy shock wave, instantly swallowing Lu Genggeng.

In an instant, fat flew across, and at least one-third of Lu Genggeng's body burst open in this violent explosion, and disgusting greasy fat flew everywhere.

He was also blown up while screaming, and just hit the edge of the competition stage.

Lu Genggeng's body was covered with a layer of rich golden light, which was spreading to his whole body at an alarming speed. Then, the fat on his body was gradually drying up.

Just this one blow immediately severely injured Lu Genggeng.

Yan Feng was finally able to see clearly. In the deafening explosion, the distorted light around him seemed to barely become clearer. He saw with his own eyes that large pieces of fat were scattered everywhere, and Lu Genggeng screamed and fell over.

Long Aotian's eyes were stern, and the long sword in his hand swung again. The dark golden blade light cut through the air, making a piercing scream, and rushed straight to Lu Genggeng's broken body.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving black cracks.

This time, Long Aotian poured all his soul power into this knife, and the blade light was more condensed and more powerful.

Lu Genggeng looked at the oncoming dark golden blade light, and his heart was horrified. He knew that he had nowhere to hide and no way to avoid it.

The shadow of death loomed over his heart, making him feel extremely fearful and desperate. He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.

The dark golden blade light split his layers of fat without any hindrance, and split the rest of his body in two.

Wherever the blade passed, there was no blood splashing, only golden light flashing. It was the powerful energy contained in Long Aotian's blade light, which evaporated all the fat and blood in Lu Genggeng's body.

The violent explosion sounded again, deafening. This time, the power of the explosion was more terrifying than before, and the entire competition stage was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

The shock wave generated by the explosion swept the whole venue like a gust of wind, and everyone in the audience felt a tremor, and some audiences with weaker cultivation were even shocked to spit blood and fainted.

Yan Feng only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the shock wave generated by the explosion mixed with the pungent smell of blood and burnt smell came to his face, making him close his eyes. At the same time, he subconsciously released his own soul power to form a barrier in front of him to resist the invasion of the shock wave.

When the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, when Yan Feng opened his eyes again, the competition stage was empty.

The smell of blood and burnt smell that originally permeated the air had also dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance, which was the breath emanating from Long Aotian.

Lu Genggeng, disappeared.

He disappeared completely from this world as if he had never appeared before, without leaving any trace.

"Your martial spirit is indeed very strange," Long Aotian looked down at his opponent. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, only endless coldness.

"It's a pity that you are too weak and vulnerable."

He slowly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and faced the figure lying on the ground. His voice was like ten thousand years of ice, "So, disappear."

Before he finished speaking, he gently grasped the palm of his hand, and an invisible force burst out instantly, completely crushing the opponent's body and turning it into a pile of bloody rotten flesh.

Long Aotian's eyes were indifferent and he showed no mercy. He would never be merciful towards evil soul masters because everyone's attitude was the same. He wanted to eradicate the root cause and avoid future troubles forever.

Therefore, Long Aotian was merciless and didn't stop him even if he didn't see the referee. Obviously, his sense of the evil soul master was not very good.

The audience in the audience also fell silent at this time. They were all shocked by the intensity of the game, and at the same time, they were in awe of Long Aotian's strength.

The referee walked to the center of the competition stage, raised Long Aotian's hand high, and announced loudly: "I declare that in this game, Snow Demon Sect, Long Aotian wins!"

Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and cheers resounded throughout the entire competition venue. The disciples of the Snow Demon Sect were even more excited, jumping up and cheering for Long Aotian.

By winning this game again, the Snow Demon Sect has won three games.

Next, they only need to win one more game, and then the Snow Demon Sect will directly advance to the finals. In the waiting area, the atmosphere of the Holy Spirit Sect was a bit solemn. After all, there was only one game left. We must not lose the next game. If we lose again, it would be over.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the front of the team, where stood their captain - Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao looked solemn. He knew the importance of this game and the great responsibility on his shoulders.

"I'll be on the next show." A deep voice came from him, and Huo Yuhao, who was covered in a black robe, stood up.

Everyone looked at him, their eyes full of surprise and doubt.

"Captain, will you come in person?"

Yanfeng asked, with a hint of disbelief in his tone. (End of chapter)