C3950 He's Back!
C3950 He's Back!
Although Wang Ziming wasn't a core disciple, to outsiders, he was like a high and mighty star in the night sky that couldn't be climbed. The woman he had his eyes on, even if she came from the Huahang Group, he wouldn't reject her. Lin Qingya was a core disciple of the Lin Family, so she did not go overboard with Wang Ziming.
Now that Yang Ping had appeared beside Mu Zihan, the intimate relationship between the two had deeply provoked Wang Ziming. With hatred in his heart, he ordered the two Subsaint warriors to kill Yang Ping, so that everyone in the world would know that Mu Zihan belonged to him.
The two Subsaint warriors attacked. Each of them seemed to be holding a ten thousand pound hammer in their hands, causing the space to become unstable. Waves of wind were stirred up behind them, causing the expressions of those who were watching to change. Those who were weaker were sent flying away. Wang Ziming stood in the middle, staring at Yang Ping with a hideous smile on his face. He thought to himself, 'How dare you steal my woman? I, the Heavenly King, will die as well.'
Mu Zihan's expression changed as she said, "Stop."
She was worried about Yang Ping's safety. Even if she defeated the two men in front of her, Wang Ziming's identity wasn't simple. He came from the capital, a Super Family that Yang Ping couldn't afford to offend.
"No."
Mu Zihan shook Yang Ping's arm and begged softly. She was full of worry.
"It's okay," Yang Ping said.
Yang Ping stood in front of Mu Zihan and blocked the wind and rain. No matter how strong the wind outside was, it could not blow the peak. Wang Ziming's expression was extremely ugly as he roared, "Fight to your death!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
The two Subsaint warriors attacked with even more force. A black vortex appeared behind them, and it had the power to devour human blood essence. It wanted to suck Yang Ping dry. As Wang Ziming sneered, the surrounding audience sighed. Yang Ping was dead meat. Who could they offend? They actually dared to provoke Wang Ziming. The opponent was a cruel and merciless person, and he was lawless when it came to doing things.
* Hong! *
The two vortexes landed on the top of their heads. The area within a hundred feet radius turned into darkness, drowning Yang Ping and Mu Zihan.
Wang Ziming was stunned for a moment before his expression turned ugly. He cursed, "You two are trash. I told you to kill that brat, my woman."
The two Subsaint warriors stopped and looked at each other.
The two of them clearly didn't attack Mu Zihan, but they were able to accurately control their strength. Logically speaking, they shouldn't be affected, but the result was unexpected. Facing Wang Ziming's angry roar, they couldn't help but feel scared.
"F * ck!"
Wang Ziming rushed forward and wanted to save her, but just as he touched the whirlpool, he was sent flying by a force and was seriously injured.
The two Subsaint squinted their eyes and widened their eyes, revealing a look of disbelief.
The vortex dispersed.
A figure was safe and sound, calmly locking onto them.
Wang Ziming took a pill to recover from his injuries. Seeing that Mu Zihan was fine, he heaved a sigh of relief. He did not expect Yang Ping to be fine. He said angrily, "Trash. You did not even touch the corner of her clothes. What's the use of taking care of you?"
The two Subsaint looked at each other and noticed the seriousness in each other's eyes.
Yang Ping was a tough opponent, and he couldn't be underestimated.
"Killing people at every turn. The Wang family is really impressive."
Yang Ping smiled coldly and shook his head, "Since that's the case, I'll let you guys experience the feeling of being robbed of your lives."
However, when he raised his hand, a black hole appeared above the two Subsaint warriors' heads. The endless devouring power made them unable to move. They were shocked to find that the Qi in their meridians was being drawn out uncontrollably. They wanted to struggle, but it was useless.
"Impossible."
The two Subsaint warriors struggled and roared furiously. However, in just a few seconds, all of their strength had disappeared, and they had become ordinary people. The fruit condensed by the Subsaint warrior turned into a tiny stream that flowed into the void.
Putong!
The two of them knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. They looked at Yang Ping with fear in their eyes.
Yang Ping looked at Wang Ziming.
Wang Ziming was scared to death. He quickly retreated and shouted, "You two, hurry up and attack. I will go and call for someone."
However, just as he turned around, he found that he was unable to move. The energy in his meridians had disappeared, and he had become an ordinary person. As a Ninth Level Stage, he had cultivated for many years, and in an instant, his strength had left his body. He had become an ordinary person, and it was extremely strenuous for him to shout out loud.
"What did you do to me?"
Wang Ziming's eyes were filled with fear, and he had a bad feeling about this. He angrily waited for Yang Ping and roared, "Do you know who I am?"
"Just like them, I have crippled your martial arts. I will let you be an ordinary person and enjoy the feeling of being bullied." Yang Ping left with the dumbfounded Mu Zihan, leaving behind only Wang Ziming and the other two who were filled with shock and fear.
Wang Ziming roared and wanted to jump up. He found his body was out of control and fell to the ground. He murmured, "Where is my strength and my ability?"
Two Subsaint walked over and tried to help him up, but they were opened and fell to the ground. They were over seventy years old, and after losing their strength, they became the most ordinary old men. How could they have any strength? They fell and almost fell apart.
"I want revenge!"
Wang Ziming's eyes were filled with hatred as he muttered to himself, "I will never let him go. I want to skin him alive."
"Young master, let's go back."
A Subsaint who was enduring the pain gritted his teeth and said, "This man's strength is very strange. I'm afraid he's not a saint, but a Great Saint Level warrior."
If it was anyone else, they would have been scared to death. But who was Wang Ziming? He was a disciple of the Wang Family in the capital! There were a lot of Great Saints in the family. He sneered and said with hatred, "It's just a Great Sage. I found a Heavenly Venerate. Can't I kill him?"
The two Subsaint warriors looked ashamed.
"Kid, just you wait."
Wang Ziming took out his phone and dialed his home number, wanting to call Sky Sovereign over.
The others listened to Wang Ziming's phone and felt sorry for him. Yang Ping had offended the young master of Wang Family. It would be hard for him to die in the future. Those who knew Wang Ziming's identity were trembling in fear. They were afraid that they would be dragged into the crossfire, so they quickly ran away.
On the other hand, Yang Ping's expression was calm. As if nothing had happened, he left with Mu Zihan.
Mu Zihan was happy that he had returned, but she was more worried. She did not hide the worry on her face. She thought that she would have to seek help from the chairman. Only the chairman could resolve the grudge between Yang Ping and Wang Ziming.
She decided to hide it from Yang Ping and find an opportunity to call Lin Qingya. She was afraid that it would hurt Yang Ping's self-esteem.
Since she was the one who lured the matter out, she would have to rely on herself to resolve it.
"Where's Xuan Xuan?"
Yang Ping did not seem to notice Mu Zihan's reaction. He sighed and walked side by side with her. He breathed in the fresh air of Dragon City. Although the spiritual qi in the air had disappeared and the rules were not complete, the air was clean.
He enjoyed the peaceful time now.
"At the kindergarten."
Mu Zihan revealed a sweet smile and threw away her worries. She looked at Yang Ping's handsome face and felt an unprecedented happiness. She thought to herself, "This time, I must seize this opportunity and not let this happiness slip away. No matter what, she must beg the chairman to save Yang Ping.
He came back.
Happiness came knocking on the door.
Mu Zihan carefully held Yang Ping's big hand. Seeing that he did not let go, she smiled brightly.
- The content came from [Miegoo Reading].