Star Trace Gate

A sword rises into the sky, and thousands of rays of light appear.

The little Pharaoh, who had been shouting non-stop before, was so suppressed by the sword energy that he didn't even dare to raise his eyelids. He was still shouting for help, and had completely lost his will to fight.

This sudden change is naturally a surprise to the audience. What is the point of watching the excitement? Isn't it just ups and downs?

"Fuck! The man who is keeping watch can't hold back his face anymore and has to take action."

"Too powerful! The guy who challenged four people was actually suppressed by one move."

"Let's do it, do it on a larger scale, do it to death. If more people lie down, I will build a crematorium here and enter the service industry."

"It's only been a short time since the last time people kept watching the New Year slayed the Qingliang Mansion quota? The God System has already reached the second level? Isn't this too fast?"

"Otherwise, why is it called rare?"

"...!"

The excitement of the audience was ignited. They all stared at the crossroads and talked a lot, hoping that this sudden "Star Gate Opening Battle" would escalate again and reach a climax.

However, as the discussion became more intense, there was no change at the scene, and no experts entered the venue.

The man who stood up to keep watch with a sword in hand was rare, and it seemed that he had calmed the crowd with just one move.

The surroundings gradually became quiet. Ren Ye stood in the crowd, raised his right hand slightly, and controlled the Human Emperor Sword with his mind. He shouted again with an impatient voice: "Where are the people? Are they still hiding in the rat hole and observing secretly?"

The shouts spread out and the scene was quiet for a moment, but still no one responded.

"Ugh."

Ren also sighed, "I showed it to you, but you don't dare to look at it again? You don't even want your own dog anymore?"

His voice was lazy, yet full of sarcasm.

For Ren Ye, if he made a move at this moment, he naturally hoped that the other party would be able to catch it, otherwise he would really fall into the other party's trap.

This little hip-hop was obviously an inferior horse, and he jumped out just to see his bottom. Although Ren Ye's method was to kill him in one sword and suppress him, and did not expose his many magical powers and trump cards, he still took action after all, according to the opponent's calculations.

What's more, Guo Yan, Yao Ge and the other four people who were keeping watch were implicated because of him, which made him feel a little guilty and angry, and he felt very unsatisfied.

Thinking of this, Ren Ye sneered in his heart: "Not coming out? I don't believe it. Can you really ignore this little hip-hop fool?"

He paused for a moment, stared at the little Pharaoh and said, "Since the person holding you is unwilling to come out, I will teach you a lesson on his behalf. Five words, bad mouth, chop it off!"

"Ong!"

Ren Ye hooked his fingers in the air and gently reached forward.

In mid-air, the condensed sword energy suddenly shook and shot out two rays of light.

On the ground, the little Pharaoh, who was suppressed by Haoran's sword energy, had his pupils shrink sharply and shouted again: "Brother Chuan, save me, save me...!"

"puff!"

A sword energy pierced through the little Pharaoh's cheeks from left to right, causing blood to gushed out on the spot, his teeth were all shattered, and his voice stopped abruptly.

The sword energy did not shoot directly into the little Pharaoh's mouth, otherwise he would have performed his unique skill of "The Monkey King's Sword" on the spot and his head would have been pierced.

But even so, the oral cavity was severely damaged and lost its language function.

Two more sword beams fell, one on the left and one on the right, and shot into the little Pharaoh's kneecaps.

"Pfft!"

A blood mist rose up, directly piercing through the flesh and bones.

After the sword energy passed by, it condensed and did not dissipate, and returned to its place.

"woo woo woo woo……!"

The little Pharaoh knelt on the ground and howled, his expression distorted, but he could not utter a word.

Ren Ye glanced at him calmly and shouted again, "Let's be frank. The Spiritual Cultivation Society set up the stage and forced me to perform. Now I'm here, where are you? If you don't show up in ten breaths, I'll take this dog away. Don't bark at me all the time in the future. Your voices are quite quiet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Ye controlled the sword energy and slapped the little Pharaoh on the back. The opponent rolled on the ground for several times and then fell into the group of people who were keeping watch.

"Hurrah!"

Yang Nan and others understood what he meant immediately, and they rushed forward together to completely control him.

"What a fucking loser! You were the one who provoked them, and they accepted the challenge, but you dared not come out? Do you like being slapped in the face?"

"It's over. Each generation of spiritual practice will be worse than the previous one."

"Disband, disperse. You can't even curse me like that. I guess you are determined to be a cuckold."

"Honestly, if you don't dare to solo, then there's really no need to do this."

"...!"

The audience, who were originally very excited, were disappointed to see that even after Ren had done so much, no one jumped out to join in.

Players from the Chaos Faction, in particular, feel ashamed and even depressed, because the Spiritual Society's status in the camp was once totemic, far surpassing organizations such as the Bell Society and Roadside Dogs, but it has become increasingly low-key in recent years.

The crowd was about to disperse with curses, and the atmosphere on the second floor of the Binhai Restaurant was also very depressing.

"Brother, you really don't want to go down?"

"The other party has shit on my neck!"

"Are you still playing?"

"...!"

Six players wearing uniform black and white robes have surrounded the young man playing the mobile game. They look anxious and speak excitedly.

Brother Chuan, in particular, clenched his fists, and shouted with veins popping out on his forehead, "Brother! That old man is shouting so loudly, and we don't have any reaction at all? This is not a matter between you two, it's a matter of face for the camp!"

As soon as he said this, the young man who had been playing the mobile game with his head down slowly raised his head and looked at the other party: "No, you want to test him? Now that he has accepted the challenge, you should go down and solve it."

When Brother Chuan heard this, his face turned purple, but he was speechless.

Although the five people nearby saw a smile on the face of the eldest brother, they could already sense the dissatisfaction in his emotions.

"Go ahead, what are you still standing here for?" The eldest brother sat on a chair, holding his phone in both hands, and glanced at Brother Chuan perfunctorily: "If you dare to lure him out, then you must have a way to deal with him. Go ahead, and we'll see the result."

Brother Chuan swallowed his saliva and said palely: "Brother, it is indeed difficult for me to defeat him. But I also mean well... I want to help you see his bottom line."

"Do you know what the most annoying thing in the world is?" The older brother said while playing a stand-alone mobile game, "It's doing something against someone's will, and then saying it's for your own good."

The five people around him didn't dare to interrupt.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Brother Chuan stared at the eldest brother's cheek and said, "I...I was wrong. I won't do this again next time."

"Hmm." The eldest brother snorted and still didn't move.

Silence, after a brief silence.

After struggling, Brother Chuan knelt on the ground with a thud, lowered his head and shouted, "I was so wrong, Brother. Please help me save the little Pharaoh and protect the reputation of my spiritual association."

"Ugh!"

At this time, the eldest senior brother sighed and touched Brother Chuan's head with a relaxed expression: "Look at you, we are all brothers, why are you kneeling down? Get up, I will try, but I don't know if I can beat him... I can feel his sword energy, it is very strong."