Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

Everyone's gaze was locked onto that completely naked body.    

It was as if they had seen an inconceivable scene.    

Even the four Elder couldn't remain calm even with their mental state.    

The elite disciple of Southern Xia Martial Palace, the fourth genius of the previous competitions, Zuo Ziyang, had actually fallen to such a state today.    

This was simply unimaginable!    

Furthermore, the ones who defeated him in such a manner were not some genius disciples who had made a name for themselves!    

It was just a fifteen to sixteen-year-old young man who had just entered the Southern Xia Martial Palace!    

"He... actually lost..."    

All the disciples were shocked, shocked, and puzzled.    

In fact, when they collected their thoughts, they could not help but feel pain in their hearts.    

Because the bet they had made with Yan Lang had all ended in failure!    

At this moment, a look of surprise emerged in Yan Lang's eyes.    

He had great confidence in Loong Che before this. However, he had never expected that even though he was mentally prepared, he would still be shocked by this scene!    

The shock that Loong Che had brought to his heart had far exceeded his expectations!    

At the same time that he was shocked, a great joy surfaced on his face.    

"Haha! Each person will receive five hundred Profound Pill, hurry up!"    

Yan Lang stretched out his hand and said to each of the surprised disciples, as if he was afraid that they would go back on their word.    

"Yan Lang, it seems like they haven't finished this battle yet, right?"    

After Yan Lang asked for the bet, liu Guan had a malicious look on his face as he stared at Yan Lang with cold eyes.    

"Hehe, do you want to go back on your word? Ah? You have to admit defeat if you are willing to bet. I am a disciple of the Southern Xia Martial Palace, I can't do something that I don't want to do!"    

Yan Lang faced the gazes of those who wanted to kill him, but he had a fearless expression on his face.    

If he was willing to bet, then he had to admit defeat. It was not his fault.    

"Crack! Crack! I'm going to chop you up, you bastard!"    

At this moment.    

Zuo Ziyang, who was in a sorry state, had a twisted expression on his face. In the end, it turned into a ferocious expression.    

It was as if a volcano was erupting in his heart!    

He let out a furious roar, and the killing intent in his body was unleashed without any restraint.    

"Let's see! Senior disciple Zuo Ziyang's combat strength is not reduced at all!"    

"Right, senior disciple Zuo Ziyang, how could you lose to that guy? Our Profound Pill will not lose so easily! "    

When everyone saw Zuo Ziyang, their fighting spirit once again surged. Their killing intent did not diminish as they once again threw their gazes over.    

Now, they hoped that Zuo Ziyang would win this battle even more. This was not only related to Zuo Ziyang's reputation, but also related to their money bags!    

"Fogweed! A bunch of shameless people! You're willing to bet and admit defeat, but you don't understand! "    

Yan Lang could not help but curse when he saw everyone's actions.    

However, everyone was speechless when they heard his scolding.    

Because, everyone was clearly feeling guilty.    

For the sake of their own pockets, they seemed to be willing to bear the insults of others and were unwilling to lose money...    

"F * ck! Each and every one of them is so thick-skinned! "    

Seeing that these people were really shameless, Yan Lang simply cursed them to his heart's content...    

...    

Swoosh!    

Zuo Ziyang's body was filled with killing intent. He stamped his foot on the ground and charged forward!    

A gust of strong wind erupted from his palm, transforming into a crazily circulating Profound Wind Blade.