Landing in the Fantastic World

The hook-nosed old man was so angry that he directly threw the cup in his hand onto that disciple's face. That disciple's face was instantly smashed until his flesh split open and blood splattered.    

"Ah... Ah..."    

At this moment, screams and wails could be heard from outside the hall.    

"A junior actually dares to bully us! This old man will personally go and deal with him!"    

The short old ancestor stood up angrily and swiftly flew out of the hall.    

Outside the hall.    

Mu Yu controlled Nine Dragons's divine claw to suppress wave after wave of Chaotic Devil Sea disciples.    

"Junior! Don't be presumptuous! Let me, King Teng Guang, personally deal with you. "    

The short ancestor who called himself King Teng Guang rushed in front of Mu Yu and struck out with his palm. Instantly, the earth shook and the mountains shook. A terrifying sound resounded throughout the entire mountain.    

"Saint King Stage?"    

Mu Yu could tell King Yun Guang's cultivation base had reached the early Saint King Stage with just a glance. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and the vajra scepter appeared around his body once again.    

At this moment, Teng Guangwang's palm had completely struck the vajra scepter.    

With a clanking sound, the vajra scepter shone with a golden light, and exploded like a dazzling sun.    

King Teng Guang felt an incomparably strong backlash from his palm. His pupils constricted, and his entire body flew backwards quickly. He retreated several dozen steps before stopping.    

"Pu!"    

A mouthful of blood mist was spat out from Yun Guang King's mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief.    

He was actually injured?    

He was injured by a young junior with a single strike.    

"You're the only expert at Saint King Stage in the Chaotic Devil Sea?" Mu Yu said faintly, "If not, please call all of them out and come with me. I don't want to waste my time killing them one by one."    

The surroundings immediately became silent.    

The disciples of Chaotic Devil Sea who were lying on the ground had their mouths wide open, and their faces were filled with shock.    

In the mouth of this young man, the high and mighty expert at Saint King Stage in their hearts was as easy as cutting a chicken.    

A single expert at Saint King Stage wasn't enough, and he even requested more expert at Saint King Stage to attack him together. This confidence of his was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.    

"You're from the Heavenly South?"    

Teng Guangwang couldn't believe that Mu Yu was a cultivator of the Heavenly South.    

He was afraid that only that place could have such a powerful cultivation base at such a young age.    

Mu Yu didn't answer him. He said indifferently, "I'll count to three, two, one. If no other Saint King Stage or above cultivators come out, I'll take your life."    

The expression on King Yun Guang's face changed. With his pride, it was impossible for him to find a helper to deal with a junior.    

However, if he didn't find a helper, Mu Yu's strength would make him feel uncertain.    

"Three!"    

"Two! '"    

"One!"    

"Wait a minute!!" When Mu Yu counted to one, Teng Guangwang pursed his lips and finally spoke, "I'll call someone."    

After all, life was precious. If he accidentally lost his life, he would lose everything.    

Comparatively speaking, losing face was still a small matter.    

He used a sound transmission technique to transmit the words to the other two old ancestors in the hall.    

In the time of one breath, the two ancestors appeared beside Teng Guangwang.    

"A junior, you can't even take care of him, and you even called us out." The middle-aged old ancestor said with some dissatisfaction.    

"This kid is very sinister. The three of us will work together to take him down." The Teng Guang King's face became wary as he said in a serious tone.    

Mu Yu casually glanced at them and said in an indifferent tone, "Only three of them? This is totally not enough to fight!"