Chapter 1907: Failing to Show Off

I say you're not worthy, so you're not worthy!

What's up?

You not convinced?

A man in yellow Daoist robes, stout in build and arrogant in expression, stared at Wang Dun: "If you're not convinced, I'll draw you a Dao path!"

"Hah..." Wang Dun took a deep breath, not responding.

The yellow-robed man pointed at the three men in the center: "Wang Dun Daoist, see... those three are the closest to the ancient god!"

"If you're capable, go over there and sit beside them!"

"If you can sit beside them, you're qualified to meet my junior sister!"

"Wang Shixiong..." Muzhi Nian reached out and tugged at her senior brother's arm, pouting: "Don't do this... whether this Wang Shixiong has ill intent or not, why must you let him lose his life?"

After saying that, Muzhi Nian looked at Wang Dun again: "Wang Daoist, those three cultivators are extremely fierce; earlier, several people tried to seize the spot and were all slain by them!"

"Remember not to listen to my senior brother's words, or else you'll die in vain!"

Wang Dun chuckled, revealing two rows of white teeth on his dark face: "Junior Muzhi, rest assured, those three aren't worthy!"

"Wait..."

"I'll let you reevaluate who Wang is!"

Whoosh...

The next moment, Wang Dun exerted force with his feet, his body turning into a streak of light as he flew toward the direction of the nine-colored light.

"Wang Shixiong... you..." Muzhi Nian stamped her feet anxiously.

The yellow-clad man beside them also turned pale with fright: "I... I was just provoking him a little, didn't expect him to actually go!"

At this moment, countless gazes around turned toward Wang Dun.

"Holy shit..."

"Another one unafraid of death!"

"This guy's too arrogant, daring to barge in at just the sixth layer of Divine Sovereign Realm?"

"Dead!"

"Idiot!"

Hundreds of people had their eyes fixed on Wang Dun.

He Ping Sheng's Divine Sense burst forth, sweeping toward the three seated closest to the nine-colored light.

After scanning their cultivation, He Ping Sheng let out a sigh of relief.

Three at the twelfth layer of Divine Sovereign Realm.

Then it's fine!

As for Wang Shixiong, other than that, sweeping through peers should still be doable.

"Courting death..."

Wang Dun hadn't yet flown to the central position, just having brushed past the dozens in the second ring, when two Divine Sovereign cultivators struck out, blasting toward Wang Dun.

One palm strike, one flying sword.

Both attacks were heavy and forceful.

Everyone thought this guy couldn't even pass this stage.

But Wang Dun calmly drew the black long spear from his back, flicked it left and right, and two spear intents shot out simultaneously.

The two attackers' moves were easily shattered by him.

After breaking their attacks, Wang Dun didn't stop; instead, his body turned slightly in midair and he landed lightly beside the three.

Wang Dun, occupying the fourth position.

The scene erupted in an uproar!

The three who had been guarding here exchanged glances, none daring to act rashly.

Wang Dun smiled and cupped his hands toward the three: "Fellow Daoists, I am Wang Dun; give me some face, and let's join hands to explore together?"

He looked at them with a playful, grinning expression.

"Wang Dun?" The red-haired cultivator sitting about ten zhang to Wang Dun's right turned his head: "Why should we give you face?"

Wang Dun said: "There are many benefits to giving me face!"

"For example, if later someone else comes to contest the position, I can repel them without you three having to act!"

The red-haired man said: "What if we three just refuse to give you this face?"

As he spoke, a hint of teasing laughter flickered in the red-haired man's brows and eyes.

The other two also laughed.

Wang Dun said: "If you insist on not giving this junior brother face, hehehe... then you'll only have to ask the three of you to shift back a bit..."

"Ignorant of heaven and earth!" The red-haired man suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and stood right before Wang Dun, immediately followed by a palm blast.

"Come on!" Wang Dun smiled, then likewise without using any divine artifact, threw a punch.

One fist against one palm.

Palm and fist, both a hundred zhang in size, entirely condensed from divine power.

Wang Dun's face showed the expression of having victory in hand.

Boom...

The palm and fist fiercely collided.

A peerless energy wave burst in the void, sweeping horizontally in all directions.

The next moment, Wang Dun's face suddenly showed terror: "Holy shit... you damn... aren't Divine Sovereign?"

Boom...

Wang Dun was speaking when his body shot backward like a cannonball, flying straight toward He Pingsheng without veering left or right.

Then the red-haired man exerted slight force with his feet and also turned into a streak of light, chasing after Wang Dun.

Not only the red-haired man, but the remaining two men also gave chase.

"Not good!" Wang Dun said: "Old brother... help me block him, I've been set up!"

"This is my enemy!"

He Pingsheng had already seen it—this man was originally at the twelfth layer of the Divine Sovereign Realm, but in the instant the fight broke out, his cultivation had somehow risen to the Divine Spirit Realm.

And it was the sixth layer of the Divine Spirit Realm!

A full major realm above Wang Dun.

Still an enemy?

At this moment, He Pingsheng had no time to think further—he could only rush to Wang Dun's front, raise his left hand, and unleash a palm strike.

Divine Ability: Great Heaven Wave Heavy Palm.

And it was delivered with a glove, the glove empowered by the Law of Gravity for a heavy palm.

One palm slammed straight toward the red-haired man.

The red-haired man saw through He Pingsheng's cultivation the instant he acted—facing a mere fourth-layer Divine Sovereign Realm cultivator, his expression naturally showed utter contempt.

So when facing the incoming palm, he merely flicked out a casual palm in return.

In his view, a mere fourth-layer Divine Sovereign Realm cultivator—could a casual slap not kill him?

But soon, he felt something was wrong.

That palm, which had only been a few zhang in size moments ago, had now condensed infinite power, instantly expanding to hundreds of zhang, resembling a great mountain as it pressed down on him.

The key was, he had been flying toward He Pingsheng's direction, and now even trying to dodge was impossible.

The Xuanhuang-colored heavy palm struck the red-haired man's body without hesitation, with crushing force.

Boom...

In the void, a burst of golden blood rain sprayed outward in all directions.

The Divine Spirit Realm sixth-layer cultivator, under this Great Heaven Wave Heavy Palm, had his body torn apart directly.

The force on the heavy palm had not yet been exhausted.

The residual power pierced through the void and slammed heavily onto the mountain peaks below.

The two mountain peaks struck by the hundred-zhang palm imprint were flattened to the ground, and several surrounding peaks were shattered into fragments by the energy and the force of law.

The scene fell into utter silence.

"Holy shit... holy shit..." Wang Dun exclaimed in shock: "Old brother... although this blew my cover, you really pulled it off!"

"No... you step back a little..."

"Just now he ambushed me, this time... I also want to show off!"

"Divine Spear, come forth..."

"Nine Graves Bury the Gods... go die..."

The black long spear in Wang Dun's hand seemed to transform into a black rod, which he lifted from afar and slammed heavily onto another Divine Spirit Realm cultivator: "You dog, turns out you're from the Han family... they've been scheming against me here all along..."

"All of you, die!"