The group of people in the West District were suddenly terrified.
They were all still worrying about how they were going to get through this competition. Yang Haotian actually walked into the muzzle of the gun?
Isn't this just seeking death?
The people in the East District were also stunned and looked at Yang Haotian like he was a fool.
Originally, they had expected that Yang Haotian would be so scared that he would kneel down and beg for mercy.
They had even thought about how to ridicule Yang Haotian, this ignorant young man.
But Yang Haotian knew that Wei Biao was already the King of Martial Arts, so why was he still so arrogant?
This is no longer ignorance.
This is simply crazy!
"Hahaha!" Wei Biao was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly in anger.
"I originally planned to cripple only one of your hands, but now, I must cripple all four of your limbs!" Wei Biao was really angry.
He held the ice sword in his hand and slashed at Yang Haotian.
A hint of despair flashed across Zhao Zhijun's face. It was too late to say anything now.
He quickly took out his cell phone and called Zhan Yangbo.
Things have developed to this point, and no one on their side can save the situation.
Only by relying on Zhan Yangbo's face can Wei Biao be persuaded to stop.
In an instant, Wei Biao's giant ice sword, with its earth-shattering power, slashed in front of Yang Haotian.
But Yang Haotian just raised his hand casually, and the unstoppable giant ice sword could no longer move forward!
There was a radiant light in Yang Haotian's palm, as if a scorching sun had appeared, immediately dispelling the coldness around.
“Crash!”
Wei Biao's giant ice sword only lasted for a moment before it began to melt and shattered.
“Bang!”
Then Yang Haotian slapped Wei Biao on the chest, and the terrifying force was transmitted from Yang Haotian's palm to every cell in Wei Biao's body.
But Wei Biao did not fly backwards, but it was as if countless bombs exploded inside his body.
“Pah, pah, pah!”
There were multiple explosions inside Wei Biao's body, and he fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
This change happened too quickly, and many people are still immersed in the shock of Wei Biao becoming King of Wu!
Who would have thought that in just a moment, Wei Biao had been crippled by Yang Haotian's move?
Since Wei Biao is the King of Martial Arts, what is Yang Haotian's cultivation level?
Yang Haotian is only in his early twenties!
He is so young, and to be called a martial artist is already a rare genius in the world.
But now it seems that he is actually King Wu?
This is simply...
Everyone was in a state of confusion and no one went to help Wei Biao.
This situation is more terrifying than seeing a ghost.
Everyone stared at each other in amazement. The place was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Hello? Lao Zhao, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Hello? Speak, Lao Zhao..."
At this time, Zhao Zhijun's call to Zhan Yangbo was connected, and Zhan Yangbo's puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone.
But Zhao Zhijun was also stunned. No one answered Zhan Yangbo and the scene was unusually quiet.
Gulp!
Zhao Zhijun swallowed hard.
"No...it's okay, Zhan Ju." Zhao Zhijun's brain was buzzing, and he didn't even know how he hung up the phone.
"Yang Haotian, you!"
"You are also a Martial King?"
Wei Biao lay on the ground, spitting blood, pointing at Yang Haotian with trembling fingers and a look of horror in his eyes.
Yang Haotian is not only the King of Martial Arts, but also a King of Martial Arts who is much more powerful than him!
But Yang Hao is only in his twenties.
This Nima...
He Cangxuan, who ranked first on the Great Xia Dragon Martial List, became the Martial King at the age of forty!
Yang Haotian was promoted to a Martial King in his twenties. Isn't this even more terrifying than He Cangxuan?
Frustrated, unwilling, painful, deeply fearful...
Various expressions flashed across Wei Biao's face one by one.
The people in the East District finally reacted at this time and hurried to help Wei Biao up.
But at this moment they no longer had the arrogance they had at the beginning. They all kept their tails between their legs and stayed away from Yang Haotian intentionally or unintentionally.
This person is so scary!
Although Yang Haotian did not have the slightest bit of arrogance, just by standing there he brought deep pressure to the people in the East District!
"Since you are working for Da Xia, I will spare your life, but I will suppress your cultivation to the peak martial artist level for three years."
"If you dare to do bad things again in these three years, I guarantee that you will never become the King of Martial Arts in your life!" Yang Haotian said coldly.
"What?"
Wei Biao's whole body began to tremble. He practiced his internal energy and found that he was not seriously injured.
But his cultivation level had indeed declined a lot, and he was already at the peak martial artist level!
"Mr. Yang! Please don't seal my cultivation. I am willing to work like a slave. Please let me go!"
Wei Biao knelt down directly to Yang Haotian.
His cultivation level as a Martial King hasn't even warmed up yet, but he's already returned to being a peak Martial Master?
He was about to go to the headquarters, but after all this commotion, why would he go to the headquarters?
Just stay here all day long!
This is even more painful than killing him!
But Yang Haotian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Wei Biao immediately felt a chill running down his bones.
He was like an ice sculpture, completely frozen there.
Wei Biao opened his mouth but didn't dare to say a word of pleading.
Because Yang Haotian was obviously very unhappy, if he continued talking, he would probably receive even more terrible punishment!
"I am willing to accept the punishment!"
"All matters concerning the newcomers in the Supernatural Bureau will be decided by you this time!"
Yang Haotian is staying in the West District Supernatural Bureau, so how can Wei Biao dare to act arrogantly anymore?
After saying a lot of nice things, Wei Biao quickly gave a look and let his subordinates help him leave.
After the people from the East District left, Zhao Zhijun and others came to their senses.
"Mr. Yang, I never thought that you are actually a Martial King?"
"You are truly a god! It is such an honor for us that you can come to our West District."
"You must not leave today. I will host a banquet for you at Tianfu Pavilion to welcome you back!"
Zhao Zhijun's face was almost smiling.
Yang Haotian has not only brought honor to their West District.
It can be said that within three years, those guys in the East District no longer dared to act so presumptuously in front of their West District counterparts.
Moreover, they are all martial artists, and what they admire most are the strong.
At this moment, each of them admired Yang Haotian from the bottom of their hearts.
"Yes, Mr. Yang, you have brought great honor to our West District today. I will toast you a few glasses later!" Jian Hong also said with admiration.
"Mr. Yang, if you have time, could you teach us some Kung Fu?" Wang Yan, the only female comrade in the West District, also had a bright light flashing in her beautiful eyes, and looked at Yang Haotian expectantly.
Wang Yan has a hot body and a heroic appearance, but she seems to give people the impression that she is not talkative.
At this time, he only said one sentence to Yang Haotian, but his ears turned a little red.
"Wait a minute, there will be plenty of opportunities later, and I have important things to do now."
Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Yang Haotian's aura softened a bit.
"If you have anything to do, let us handle it!"
"Let's drink first. I promise to take care of your matter properly!" Zhao Zhijun patted his chest and said generously.
"I have to do this myself. My grandpa's birthday is coming up, and I plan to pick out a gift for him myself."
"Do you know where I can buy some good stuff?"
The Huo family is the richest family in Tiandu. This gift must bring honor to his parents, so it cannot be too casual. He has to choose it himself.
"Ah! You really asked the right person!"
Zhao Zhijun no longer insisted on treating Yang Haotian to a meal. He took out a golden admission ticket from his arms and handed it to Yang Haotian with both hands.
"This afternoon, the Qingyuan Hotel will hold an auction for the upper class. This kind of auction is only held once every three years, and there must be a lot of good things in it."
"I just happen to have a ticket, and I wasn't planning on going anyway, so I'll give it to you."
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