Chapter 173 Son of God

If it were in the outside world, King White Eyebrow would have a strong body to protect him, so he might be able to easily pick up the Blood Water Blade. But here, even with the protection of the Creed, it would be a foolish dream.

Sure enough, as he touched the hilt of the knife again, he held the hilt with his strong will, trembling and gritting his teeth to endure the severe pain, but the seemingly light blade became as heavy as a mountain in his hand. No matter how hard he tried, the Blood Water Blade would not move.

Soon, he let go of his hand, not daring to continue holding the Blood Water Blade. Just in this short moment, his soul was severely damaged, making him unable to stand steadily and spit out red blood.

"You can't even lift the knife, King White Eyebrow, you are really old." Not far away, the man in a suit put his hands in his pockets and laughed with a teasing look, as if he didn't care about King White Eyebrow's identity at all.

"Damn it."

The White Eyebrow King looked a little embarrassed. He glanced at the man in the suit coldly,

suppressing his anger and said: "Ma Chen, if you have the ability, pick it up."

Hearing this, Ma Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled. He was waiting for this sentence.

Then, he walked over as if strolling in the garden.

"The Son of God has taken action." In the crowd, everyone was alert and focused on this scene.

As the Son of God, Ma Chen is undoubtedly powerful. He has been famous for many years. They believe that since Lang Ren can pick up this sword, then as the top Son of God, he must be able to pick it up.

How could the Son of God be inferior to Lang Ren?

This is also the confidence of Ma Chen. As the Son of God, both the body and the soul are absolutely powerful. He is absolutely invincible in the same realm. The White Eyebrow King is only at the first generation level. Compared with him, he can be easily crushed.

Staring at the Hundred Ghosts, Ma Chen still looked cynical.

Suddenly, his body began to glow, and one after another, his life lines began to emerge, a total of five.

Just like that, he entered the life line state and threw himself directly into the arms of the hundred ghosts, letting the hundred ghosts bite him, and he walked firmly to the front of the blood water knife.

The moment his palm grasped the blood water knife, a powerful breath burst out, carrying the most rigid and yang breath, like a real dragon, with surging blood and energy, shaking away the evil spirits around.

The surging yang energy was like a sun, a real manifestation, very dazzling, making the hundred ghosts scream and dare not approach.

Under the gaze of everyone, he successfully grasped the blood water knife, and did not show any pain.

This powerful soul breath made many people exclaim.

However, as time passed, Ma Chen stood there motionless, as if he had become a puppet.

This motionless appearance made everyone hesitate, and they whispered to each other, a little curious about his current state.

At the center of all eyes, Ma Chen's expression remained unchanged, holding the Blood Water Blade in his hand. On the surface, he looked confident and calm, but in fact, his face had turned red and he was panicking.

"Why is it so heavy? Damn it, I can't even lift it."

"What should I do? So many people are staring at me..."

Ma Chen looked at Lang Ren in shock, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

He was puzzled. He was the son of God, but he was defeated and couldn't even lift this knife.

He had mocked the White Eyebrow King before, and was very conceited, wanting to show his strength, but now he was slapped in the face.

"I actually lost to a kid whose origin I don't know?" Ma Chen couldn't accept this result.

He gritted his teeth.

"Boom!"

The ground shattered, and his feet suddenly sank into the ground.

An unparalleled force burst out from his arms, and he lifted them up suddenly.

"What's wrong with him?" A famous girl looked puzzled.

In sight, the blood water knife still did not move, but Ma Chen's feet, who had not moved, suddenly sank into the ground.

"Is he lifting the knife?" Someone noticed something was wrong. Ma Chen's feet sank into the mud, which seemed to be a sign of exerting force.

"Heh..." King Baimei sneered, feeling a little relieved.

Although he did not speak, his tone and attitude explained everything, and many people saw his expression and understood it immediately.

"Even the Son of God can't lift that knife... Damn, is that man a monster?" A tall old man's face changed, and his eyes looking at Lang Ren became extremely strange.

"It is indeed a monster. Even the Son of God failed." The person next to him echoed with some emotion.

"Taiyi, are you sure?" A purple-clothed girl spoke at the front of the crowd.

This question made Taiyi slightly stunned, and then he was silent and extended an index finger.

"Even you only have 10% confidence?" The purple-clothed girl frowned slightly, and she couldn't understand why the knife was so terrible that even Taiyi had only 10% confidence.

But why could the handsome mysterious young man use it at will?

Could it be that he used some kind of magic?

"Not even 10%." Taiyi shook his head slowly, his eyes deep.

Hearing this, the purple-clothed girl looked a little unnatural.

Taiyi was humble and low-key, she knew this, but since the other party said that he had no confidence, he would not lie.

But this was too ridiculous.

The top talent of the human race was actually helpless with a weapon.

"I'm very curious about him." Taiyi smiled slightly, staring at Langren with a burning gaze, as if trying to see through him.

"Why, do you want him to join your family?" The purple-clothed girl tilted her head and asked curiously.

"This kind of person is probably a great man cultivated by an ancient Taoist school. Do you think he would care about joining another family?" Taiyi turned his head and glanced at her.

The purple-clothed girl nodded in agreement.

Indeed, this doctor did not seem to take the White Eyebrow King seriously. He had extraordinary means and would definitely not care about these so-called family identities.

Facing such a stubborn person, it would be difficult to win him over.

"Good knife."

In the center of the field, Ma Chen seemed to feel embarrassed to stand still like this, so he let go of his hand and nodded in praise.

Then, in the spotlight of everyone, he turned around and left without changing his expression, leaving everyone stunned and silent.

Like a chain reaction, the previously aggressive White Eyebrow King also turned around with a shabby face and prepared to leave in silence.

At this point, the first generation of the Son of God had all returned in defeat, which made everyone sigh.

Even the Son of God couldn't lift the knife, which made those who wanted to snatch it a joke. It seemed that this knife could only belong to Lang Ren, and only he was qualified to lift it. Now, everyone present had changed their minds, from greed at the beginning to looking for an opportunity to successfully establish a good relationship with Lang Ren.

After today, Lang Ren was destined to become famous, and there were many benefits to making friends with such a record-breaking person.

Just when everyone thought that the matter was settled.

"I..."

"Did you two leave?"

The cold voice echoed in everyone's ears, causing Ma Chen and White Eyebrow King to pause at the same time, with frost on their faces, and also causing the people around them to change their faces after hearing it.