Chapter 795: Give Your Brother Some Face

Mingyue is still quite clever.

I'll just come down directly—I won't give you a chance to hit me.

How about that?

This left Wang Dun stunned for a full two breaths.

Holy shit… I was already ready to kill you bald monk, and now you just hand it to me?

That won't do.

If you give it to me, how am I supposed to kill you?

"Huh…" Wang Dun exhaled deeply, then extended his right hand, slightly shifting his magic power.

Instantly, a black-tinged scythe, over a zhang in length, appeared in his right hand.

The scythe seethed with deathly energy, like a summons from the God of Death.

"Everyone… watch closely!" Wang Dun said to those around him. "I, Wang Dun, haven't broken any rules—this Scythe of Death isn't a magic treasure, just a divine technique I've condensed from my magic power!"

Then he turned to Mingyue: "Mingyue, bald monk, what kind of man do you think I am? Do you think I'd let you take the stele?"

"Fine, fine, fine! Since you look down on me, let's fight!"

"Don't blame me for being uncivilized!"

Whoosh…

Wang Dun finished speaking and charged toward Mingyue, his black scythe becoming a streak of dark light.

Mingyue felt like vomiting: You fucking bastard… how shameless is this guy?

I already gave it to you—why won't you stop?

"Open…"

Mingyue wasn't defenseless—he suddenly unleashed a golden glow from the Buddhist beads around his neck, instantly forming a golden Buddhist shield around his body.

Wang Dun's black light slammed into the golden shield.

And then…

Nothing.

That strike carried almost no force.

And Wang Dun's figure had vanished!

What happened?

As Mingyue puzzled over this, a piercing scream echoed from nearby.

"Ahh…" The cry was horrifically shrill.

Shhh…

Everyone turned their heads toward the first stele.

On the stele, Wang Dun's black scythe had flashed across the neck of the Phoenix clan prodigy.

The prodigy's massive head was cleanly severed by a single stroke.

After death, the white-robed Phoenix prodigy reverted to his true form—a colossal phoenix.

Wang Dun chuckled, then stored the corpse in his storage space.

"All treasures!"

As he muttered this, those around him broke into cold sweats.

Too strong.

That bastard Wang Dun is absurdly powerful—he can instantly kill opponents, yet still uses this feint tactic.

Despicable!

"Hehehe… the Phoenix clan isn't honest… this bastard sneaked in so many magic treasures!" Wang Dun, after collecting the corpse, glanced at the Phoenix prodigy's ring.

In just those two breaths, when he turned back to look for Mingyue, the bald monk had vanished.

"Fuck…"

Wang Dun stood atop the stele. "That damn bald monk runs faster than a rabbit!"

"Forget it, forget it… I'll get you next time!"

"Huh…" Wang Dun tidied himself slightly, then sat cross-legged on the first stele. He turned his head and spotted Zhu Xuanlun: "Hehehe… Little Zhu, your classmate's actually pretty good—but your old man? What a piece of shit!"

"Feel like teaming up to kill your dad?"

Zhu Xuanlun turned pale as death, nearly falling to his knees.

At that moment, a streak of golden light flashed by!

Someone landed on the stele where Mingyue had just stood.

Another Phoenix clan prodigy.

"Hey…" Wang Dun shot to his feet, his black form flickering, and in a flash, slashed the scythe's light across the Phoenix's neck.

Puff…

Blood sprayed!

Second Phoenix prodigy—dead.

"Your fucking grandmother—deaf?!" Wang Dun cursed as he collected the corpse and ring. "Didn't you hear Mingyue say this stele was given to me? How dare you take my spot?"

"Dead or not?"

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Many immediately turned into streaks of light and fled.

Terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying.

Speed so fast, brutality so ruthless, combat strength so overwhelming—he slaughtered peers like cutting melons.

And this bastard doesn't even play by the rules!

Before, they'd only heard Wang Dun verbally abuse Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivators like children—and thought him a marvel. Now, seeing him fight, they understood true terror.

That was a prodigy!

A divine clan prodigy.

Killed so easily?

Soon, Wang Dun finished gathering the loot. He lifted his head, scanning with his gaze and spiritual sense.

He looked over the hundred or two hundred people around him: "Huh… strange… where's the Kongkong Beast clan trash?"

"Where did they go?"

"Where's my Empress Wanxi? I can't see her either?"

"Seven Seventh Immortal, you're here too… come here… see this? First stele… you take it!"

Wang Dun didn't find the Kongkong Beast clan, but spotted Nan Qiqi—he immediately offered her the first stele.

Nan Qiqi was overjoyed, stepping onto the first stele at once.

"Hmm… not good…" Wang Dun inhaled deeply, glancing left and right. "When my younger brother arrives, there won't be a seat left…"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the last stele.

Sitting on it was a trembling Phoenix clan prodigy.

He was torn.

Should he get down?

If he did, the Phoenix clan would lose face—after all, no one had even spoken to him yet.

But if he didn't, and this bastard shot over a flash of light, his life would be over.

"Cough, cough…" After two breaths of thought, the Phoenix prodigy cleared his throat, stood up, and prepared to descend.

"Wait!" Wang Dun said to him. "Leave your jade tablet here—every single one. Don't hide any!"

The Phoenix prodigy nearly cried.

I finally got a few jade tablets… I…

Fine.

Life matters more.

The Phoenix prodigy waved his hand, handing over seven jade tablets to Wang Dun, then jumped off the stele.

"Hehehe…" Wang Dun grinned. "Good, good… now my younger brother's got a seat!"

"But where the hell is He Pingsheng?"

"Hmm… Feng Wanxi hasn't shown up either."

"Fuck, is Feng Wanxi chasing after my younger brother?"

"Nah, nah…" Wang Dun rubbed his head, muttering. "She's ruthless, but she's probably no match for my younger brother."

"I'm just worried… if my younger brother wins, will he… take her?"

"Tsk tsk tsk… she's my Empress—my younger brother, please be gentle!"

Give your brother some face!