“Pah pah pah pah~”

The crisp and fierce sound of slapping exploded in the air.

It's like a series of firecrackers, shocking.

The arm of that ninth-rank warrior from Da Xia was as strong as a bamboo in the wind.

Swinging rapidly with tremendous force.

Every move brought out a series of illusory yet extremely oppressive phantoms, as if even the air was torn apart by the force.

At the same time, during the beating, the strong man's eyes were as cold as a knife, and his movements were precise and ruthless.

The intensive sounds of slapping people in the face echoed over the silent battlefield, like the mockery of the god of death, which was creepy.

At this moment, Yuwen Tianlong, the leader of the main human exploration team, is suffering unprecedented pain and torture.

His cheeks were red and swollen, and there were traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

His body was swaying under the opponent's fierce attack, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Judging from the visible blows to his body, he was covered with scars.

And from the inner world, they suffer unspeakable humiliation and pain.

Every loud slap was like a heavy hammer hitting the dignity and shattering the pride in an instant.

I never expected that the heroic scene in Yuwen Tianlong's original imagination, of being majestic and fighting alone against a group of heroes, would appear.

In reality, it encountered such a cruel and ruthless reversal.

He thought he could stand alone, turn the tide, and sweep away his opponent with lightning speed, but in fact he encountered a cruel and direct slap in the face.

Anyone who came out was beaten without any chance to fight back.

Moreover, the beating was in a manner that humiliated his personality.

Some people are alive, but they are socially dead.

Now, Yuwen Tianlong is like this.

In this short moment, Yuwen Tianlong fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.

I went through the initial anger, then rage, and finally numbness and dullness.

The look in his eyes also gradually died down from the initial blazing fire to a dead ashes.

The transformation from boiling blood to despair is like a heart-wrenching tragedy of life, which makes people feel a tightness in their hearts.

Some people are alive, but they are dead.

At this moment, Yuwen Tianlong was like a person who was alive but had actually been completely defeated.

The pride and dignity that once existed were trampled to pieces in this confrontation.

This battle undoubtedly became the most painful lesson in life and the darkest memory in my heart.

Below the battlefield, those talented disciples who rushed out upon hearing the sound were all looking up at the surging sky in amazement, as if they were completely shocked by the scene before their eyes.

The battle that was about to break out below seemed to be paused at this moment.

The entire space was filled with an extremely oppressive silence.

The air seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

Without exception, expressions of confusion and despair appeared on the faces of all the geniuses.

It is a kind of deep awe for the unknown powerful force, and also a kind of helpless feeling for one's own insignificance and powerlessness.

Even the renowned and powerful ninth-rank warrior, Elder Yuwen, was beaten so badly that he looked like a grandson.

This undoubtedly cast a thick shadow over the hearts of many geniuses.

Witnessing this scene, all the geniuses couldn't help but secretly calculate in their hearts.

Since even Elder Yuwen is unable to resist the enemy, is there any need to continue this battle?

This question is like a huge rock, weighing heavily on everyone's heart, filling the world with a thick sense of despair and powerlessness.

After a brief silence, the correct answer flashed through everyone's minds like stars across the night sky.

The answer to this question is not a sudden epiphany, but has always been as obvious as the morning light illuminating the earth.

It’s just that I have some resistance in my heart and I’m unwilling to admit it at the first time.

During these few breaths, even the air seemed to freeze.

High in the sky, the ninth-rank strong man from Da Xia seemed to have lost his patience.

There was a hint of boredom and indifference in his eyes, as if telling everyone that he was tired of fighting.

Or maybe they are unwilling to continue wasting their precious time on playing such a game with no suspense.

Not a single extra word was said, not even a single word seemed superfluous.

He raised his hand lightly, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water. It seemed casual but contained tremendous power.

In an instant, Yu Wen Tianlong's blood and energy were dispersed and his mental power was sealed.

He caught the whole person in his hand as easily as an eagle catching a chick.

This scene happened so quickly that many people didn't even have time to blink before the outcome was decided.

After that, this ninth-rank strong man from Da Xia cast his gaze downwards.

His eyes were like a biting cold wind sweeping across the battlefield, causing all the geniuses to feel a chill in their hearts.

The power and determination contained in his eyes seem to be able to see through all hypocrisy and disguise and reach the depths of people's hearts.

The entire world seemed to be shrouded by this gaze. The geniuses all held their breath, as if waiting for the next unknown decision.

In the next moment.

“Dang~”

A certain disciple's heart was suddenly filled with shock and he was instantly engulfed by endless fear and panic.

There was an unconcealable look of distraction in his eyes.

He stood there stiffly, like a weathered stone statue.

The weapon held tightly in his hand slipped down under the influence of gravity, making a crisp and cold "clang" sound.

Like the echo in a valley late at night, lingering in this depressing air for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, such a breathtaking scene seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang~"

A series of similar sounds followed one after another, forming a tragic yet helpless symphony in this moment.

Those young warriors who are hailed as geniuses among the main human race.

At this moment, they all chose to give up resistance.

They threw down their weapons one after another, letting them fall onto the hard ground, splashing up clouds of dust.

Faced with the desperate situation before them, the eyes of these geniuses who had been spoiled in a greenhouse were filled with despair and helplessness.

The pride and vigor that once shone so brightly have now been drowned by overwhelming fear.

It can even be said that even the most basic courage to resist was ruthlessly deprived.

Although his body was still upright, his inner defenses had completely collapsed.

All they could do was surrender and accept the cruel judgment of fate.

At the same moment, the members of the Martial Arts Association's law enforcement team, whose number was ten times theirs, appeared like a pack of wolves in the dark night.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they appeared from every corner outside the manor.

Every warrior in the law enforcement team wears armor, which is branded with the unique emblem of the Martial Arts Association, symbolizing identity and authority.

Their faces are deeply engraved with traces of time and experience.