Chapter 283

The Young Master is generous and carefree, and also very compatible with his temperament.

"Humph." The few had no more suppression, stood up, and kept their distance.

They were still lingering in fear.

"Kid, don't be rampant."

"You have also been warned by the forbidden land; be careful of being wiped out."

"I don't believe you can still use it."

While speaking, the three tacitly attacked together.

It had reached this point; they couldn't escape, so they might as well fight.

All three were very decisive.

Jiang Nan walked out, the Dao is natural, I am the Dao, I am nature, everything is the Dao.

The old Emperor had many hidden cards, but Jiang Nan used three punches, and after continuous roars, he was blasted to death.

He didn't use transcendental means; they were mortal means, and the mortal state is also the Dao.

The natural Dao can only be used by me.

"Ah ah... I don't believe it, I won't die... I am a Divine King, who can kill me..."

"Blaspheming the Feathered, disrespecting the Heavenly Court, you deserve to die..."

Until his death, the old Emperor had incomparable shock, and even resentment and unwillingness.

He could feel that Jiang Nan was also using mortal means and had a mortal body.

As fellow mortals, he was confident in his thousands of years of accumulation; he had an absolute advantage.

Even if there was something different, he shouldn't be killed so casually, right?

In this instant, he felt he had lived for thousands of years in vain; all his pride was a mess.

He was nothing.

Everything was wrong, and he was good for nothing.

The other side called him trash, and they weren't wrong at all.

This is a young supreme being.

Jiang Nan's feeling before wasn't wrong either; the old Emperor was once a Divine King, then his limit arrived, he used divine medicine to extend his life, and then it arrived again, his realm retreated, retreating back to the peak of the Saint Lord.

He had incomparable self-confidence and pride.

"The Feathered Heavenly Court will definitely kill you, tear you into ten thousand pieces..."

"I said I would trample you all flat sooner or later," Jiang Nan said.

Then it was the other two; they were both mortals and weren't that fast.

On the contrary, Jiang Nan returned to simplicity, and although he didn't seem fast, they couldn't keep up and found it hard to surround him.

It was an indescribable feeling; it seemed they had missed it themselves.

How could they make such low-level mistakes?

The Eight-Armed Soul Race, with eight arms, could fight close or far, but now they could only fight close and couldn't use spells or anything.

There was also soul erosion, but mortals basically couldn't use it; occasionally using a little similar deterrence was like a joke.

Jiang Nan was directly immune to it.

Eight arms couldn't block one arm.

Jiang Nan blasted them to death with two punches.

The last one, the Heavenly Wing Race, was looking on with eyes splitting, terrified.

It was too strange.

Was their thousands of years of combat experience a joke?

Even those Saint Sons, perhaps some were extremely powerful, but inside here, as fellow mortals, they should normally have the advantage.

Even if they could fight, it would definitely be a tragic battle that could last a long time.

What was this?

As fellow mortals, how could he wipe them out like ants?

They were never ants.

Outside, they were above the Saint Lord, high and mighty, and inside, they should be too.

Now, those two had been wiped out like ants.

He didn't understand why.

Those two were not a bit worse than him.

He turned and wanted to run, to escape this terrifying place.

The forbidden land was terrifying, but this kid was even more terrifying.

Could he be a descendant or successor of this forbidden land?

He had wings and could flap them to fly a bit, although he couldn't fly high or far.

This erosion was even greater, but he couldn't care about that.

Escaping was the priority.

As a dignified peak expert, he didn't want to die here inexplicably.

"Can you have the demeanor of an expert?" Jiang Nan said.

"What about the indifference from before, the pride from outside?"

"I'm talking to you, still running?" Jiang Nan stepped forward, and before he knew it, he was already beside the Heavenly Wing Race expert.

He raised his hand, grabbed the flapping wings, and pulled him back.

He borrowed the force and snapped the wing of this expert.

Mortal force, in theory, couldn't snap this thing; it was very tough.

"Young Master has such exquisite force-exerting techniques, perfect force-exerting, not a bit extra, not a bit wasted, super perfect and natural; how did you do it?"

"Human consciousness is hard to achieve this absolute perfection, right?"

"Consciousness will always have fluctuations; mood and preferences will make it different."

"I feel that those who can do this are not humans, but incarnations of the Dao, but I feel the Young Master doesn't even disdain being an incarnation of the Dao, only worthy of being used by me," Tang Zichen said.

"Fallen in love with the Young Master?" Dugu Qiubai laughed.

"Ah? I'm talking about martial arts." Tang Zichen's pretty face flushed slightly.

"I'm talking about preferences; it's a pity I'm not a pretty girl, otherwise I would definitely pounce on the Young Master..."

"It's good that you aren't," Tang Zichen said. "Oh, stay away from the Young Master."

"..." Dugu Qiubai, he was joking; didn't she hear it?

This girl, does she even treat men as love rivals?

But the Young Master is truly handsome, just like he was when he was young.

Jiang Nan snapped the Heavenly Wing Race expert's wing, and the expert fought back fiercely, a madness of burning jade and stone.

The other two had died quickly, so he didn't dare not to fight for his life.

But it was useless; his fierce killing moves all missed.

They missed inexplicably, and he himself felt his blood and energy surging uncomfortably.

How could he miss?

This wasn't something a mortal could dodge, but close at hand, the other side was indeed a mortal.

Then the sound of neck bones breaking was heard clearly by himself; his neck was snapped.

He fell down in fear and unwillingness.

The three had never thought they would die so inexplicably.

If it had been a fierce battle and they were defeated, defeated tragically, they would have accepted it.

But there was none at all.

"Stop staring; you're dying with eyes wide open," Jiang Nan said.

A few still had half a breath left.

"I already told you the answer before, at the entrance."

"You are all trash."

"Believe it now?" Jiang Nan said.

"..." Tang Zichen and the other behind.