Supreme Dragon System

Everyone's gaze fell upon Zhan Tianming.    

Unfamiliar.    

Everyone's first reaction was that this blind person must have come from outside. He didn't know these young men at all, that was why he said those words just now. Otherwise, if he offended Cen Qing and his group, he would be in Lou Yue City. Could he still stand?    

Some of the onlookers hurriedly moved away, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.    

Zhan Tianming didn't mind. He was just a few Second Generation Ancestors, and none of them had reached the Martial King. The strongest one was the purple-clothed youth who led the group, the Seven-star Martial Spirit.    

He could easily kill such a group of people with a flip of his hand.    

The purple-clothed youth, Cen Qing, stared at Zhan Tianming with a pair of cold eyes.    

"Kid, what did you just say?"    

Zhan Tianming shrugged his shoulders. "Tsk, I can't even understand human language. It seems like I didn't say anything wrong just now."    

"You are courting death!" Cen Qing's face was full of anger.    

"Brother Cen, there's no need for you to come. Watch me." A young man who was a two star Martial Spirit volunteered to come forward. His eyes were filled with anger. He looked at Zhan Tianming with a cold and disdainful expression, "Hmph, kid, how dare you humiliate us? You have ten lives. It's not enough for me to kill "    

In any case, seeing Zhan Tianming dressed like an outsider, the young man wasn't afraid at all.    

A man like him who dared to act arrogantly in their territory was courting death.    

After killing him, he could simply find a dirty ditch and throw him away.    

"Brother, you should leave quickly." Wang Zihanxuan shouted at Zhan Tianming.    

"Wang Zihanxuan, shut your dog mouth and get the hell out of here!" Cen Qing's eyes coldly swept across Wang Zihanxuan.    

"Brother, you can't afford to offend them. Let's go." Wang Zihanxuan continued.    

"En?" Cen Qing's face darkened.    

Zhan Tianming raised his hand towards Wang Zihanxuan, indicating that the latter did not need to worry about him.    

After that, he looked at the young man who was walking towards him.    

"Yo, this dog is going to bite me?"    

The young man was furious when he heard that.    

"Go to hell!"    

The young man charged forward and threw his right hand out.    

"Tyrant Sky Killing Fist!"    

Rumble...    

The Fist Strength rushed out like a furious dragon going out to sea.    

Zhan Tianming was startled.    

Tyrant Sky Killing Fist?    

Could it be that this man was also from the Zhan Family?    

No! Something was not right.    

Although this young man's Boxing was somewhat domineering, it didn't have the terrifying pressure and momentum of the Tyrant Sky Killing Fist. Furthermore, the Boxing was different.    

When he saw Zhan Tianming's stunned expression, the young man couldn't help but feel proud of himself.    

"Hmph! Kid, are you dumbfounded? Go to hell!"    

Just as the young man's fist was about to hit Zhan Tianming, Zhan Tianming suddenly raised his right hand and threw out a simple punch.    

Bang!    

Crack, crack, crack...    

"Ah!"    

The young man let out a miserable shriek and was sent flying away.    

Just as he was about to hit a counter, a staff member from the Wan Feng Trading Company suddenly rushed out. With a twist of his palm, he caught the young man and didn't let him hit the counter. The young man who was next to him was sweating profusely from the pain. Holding his right arm with his left hand, his eyes were filled with malice as he stared at Zhan Tianming.    

"Kid, you dare to hurt me?"    

Zhan Tianming widened his eyes.    

What the f * ck!    

You have already swung your fist at me, and you still dare to ask me if I dare to hurt you?    

F * ck, not only will I hurt you today, I will also step on you.    

Zhan Tianming walked straight forward and grabbed the young man's collar. With a swoosh, he threw him onto the ground with a bang. He lifted his right foot and stepped on the young man's face.    

"Dumbass, I have hurt you again. What do you want?"    

The two-star Martial Spirit young man couldn't even open his mouth after being stepped on by Zhan Tianming. He could only make vague sounds.    

"Wuwuwu..."    

"What the hell are you Wuwuwu for? I'm asking you now, what exactly do you want? Tell me. Also, that Boxing of yours, you dare to call it the Tyrant Sky Killing Fist? You plagiarized idiot, if you dare to say that your technique is the Tyrant Sky Killing Fist... Do you believe that I will trample you to death? Just like stepping on a cockroach. "    

As he spoke, Zhan Tianming's feet trampled on his opponent.    

Everyone in the surroundings was dumbfounded by what they saw.    

Cen Qing, who had regained his senses, had an extremely ugly expression on his face as he waved his arm.    

"All of you, attack!"    

Upon hearing this, the few young men beside him all rushed forward.    

Zhan Tianming swept his gaze over them.    

"Hmph!"    

A deep humph was heard, and the deterrent force spread out.    

Suddenly, the few young men who rushed over were all frightened to the point that their faces were as pale as paper. Their footsteps froze on the spot, and they didn't dare to move forward at all.    

Furthermore, when Zhan Tianming's gaze fell on them, it made them feel as if a sharp sword had been placed on their necks.    

It was too terrifying!    

One of the young men with the lowest strength was only a Ninth Star Martial Practitioner. He was so scared that he almost wet his pants. A wet mark appeared on his pants. He soaked his pants all the way down to the ground, causing a puddle of urine to form on the ground. It was so smelly that it could not be smelled.    

Zhan Tianming could not help but be stunned.    

"What the hell? No way! When did my Deterrence become so powerful?"    

"Hahaha... I like it."    

Laughing loudly in his heart, Zhan Tianming raised his eyes and looked at the purple-robed youth, Cen Qing, and the veiled girl beside him. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Cen Qing.    

He took a step forward and walked over.    

"What did you say just now?"    

Staring at Cen Qing from a close distance, Zhan Tianming's body exuded a powerful aura.    

Four-Star Martial King?    

Cen Qing was startled.    

He admitted that among his peers, his talent was extremely high. Other than Wang Zihanxuan from two years ago, there was no other person in Lou Yue City who was more talented than him. However, he was only Nine-star Martial Spirit now, and this guy in front of him was obviously about the same age as him. It was actually Four-Star Martial King?    

Ignoring whether Cen Qing replied or not, Zhan Tianming grabbed his collar.    

Bang!    

Bang!    

Cen Qing was thrown onto the ground, and the ground almost cracked open from the impact.    

The masked girl stared at Zhan Tianming in disbelief.    

"You... Do you know who he is? He is the Young Lord of the Cen family. You dare to hurt him? Do you want to die?"    

Zhan Tianming's eyes coldly swept over when he heard this.    

That gaze caused the masked girl to feel a chill run down her spine. She did not dare to utter another word.    

Zhan Tianming withdrew his gaze after a short moment, and his gaze once again landed on Cen Qing, who was standing by his feet.    

Cen Qing had forgotten to resist after sensing the powerful aura of Four-Star Martial King from Zhan Tianming's body. However, he woke up from the fall. His face was filled with fury.    

Both of his eyes stared fiercely at Zhan Tianming, as if he was gnashing his teeth in anger.    

"Bastard! You actually dare to touch me?"    

Whoosh!    

Cen Qing got up from the ground. His right hand brushed the Cosmic Bag on his waist, and a green jade slip appeared in his hand.    

Without thinking, he crushed the jade slip in his hand.    

"Bastard! Go to hell!"