Chapter 380 9 Turning Fire Alchemy (5000-Word Chapter)

The dark night has its own fragrance, and the blood is dripping with envy.

That lofty and mighty young master was pressed down with one hand and smashed into the ground. The blood that flowed wantonly was like a churning raging sea, stirring up waves in everyone's hearts.

This scene is too impactful, and the mind is turbulent, and it cannot be turned back.

"Oh my god, that's the son of Marquis Shenwu, who was directly laid down?"

All eyes fell on Zhou Dao, full of shock and amazement.

Fang Boyi's expression kept changing, Xiao Yurou's face had already faded.

As princes and aristocrats, they stand high above the ground, look down on common people like ants, and under the feet of the emperor, they never thought that there would be a day of defeat and embarrassment.

rumbling...

As soon as Zhou Dao raised his hand, his arm was like a bowstring, and with a light flick, Wu Antong, whose face was covered in blood, was thrown away.

After all, Wu Antong is a master of the [Three Apertures], and after suffering such a blow, he still remained awake.

However, there was no frivolity and arrogance in his eyes anymore, instead there were anger and shock.

"you……"

"Master, let's continue."

Zhou Dao didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and before he finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of Wu Antong, raising his hand with a big mouth.

Snapped……

The crisp voice echoed on the training ground, Wu Antong flew high, spitting blood from his mouth, mixed with some white teeth.

He landed heavily, covered his swollen cheeks, and looked at Zhou Dao in horror.

身为神武侯最宠爱的儿子，从小到大，他还从来没有被人这么痛揍过。

Even Marquis Shenwu never slapped him.

"Young Marquis, come again, don't stop."

Zhou Dao strode over, before Wu Antong could speak, he raised his leg and kicked Wu Antong right in the chest.

The latter let out a scream, and flew out like a dead dog. The ribs in his chest were broken, and scarlet blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth again.

"My mother, he's hammering Young Master like a sandbag.

"

"Crazy, this... What is the origin of this person? He is bold and has no taboos."

"It's so awesome, you can be an idol."

Outside the arena, everyone was stunned.

Especially those "human piles", who have been bullied all day long, and now seeing Wu Antong's tragic appearance, finally let out the breath accumulated in his chest, wishing to applaud and pay respects to Zhou Dao.

"Idiot, admit defeat."

At this moment, Fang Boyi reminded.

He has already seen that the "human pile" in front of him has extraordinary origins, and his strength is far above them.

Such a master is not here to be a "human stake".

This is a lunatic who came here specifically for Wu Antong.

He will not stop, nor will he care about his status as the son of Marquis Wu, if this continues, Wu Antong might be beaten to death.

If that's the case, it's really pissing off the sky.

"I...I admit defeat..." Wu Antong gritted his teeth.

Although his heart was full of reluctance, he still chose to bow his head.

For the first time in his life, he realized that in the face of absolute strength, his so-called pride of identity was all bullshit.

Others can handle him however they want.

In the past, he regarded those "human piles" as ants.

As everyone knows, in front of a master like Zhou Dao, he doesn't even count as an ant.

"I admit defeat!" Wu Antong clenched his fists and roared in a low voice.

rumbling...

The wind howled, and Zhou Dao followed him like a shadow, appearing in front of Wu Antong, his big hand dropped, smashing him directly into the ground.

Wu Antong's lower abdomen was torn apart by the huge force, and his arm bone was broken.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Even Fang Boyi was terrified to the point of astonishment, he had already conceded defeat, why didn't he stop?

Could this lunatic really want to beat Wu Antong to death?

"Young Marquis, didn't you say that as long as you stand still, it's not over?"

Zhou Dao's voice was not loud, but it spread to everyone's ears.

Those "human piles" breathed heavily, clenched their fists tightly, and their blood was boiling.

Such courage and arrogance arouse them to fight against each other.

No matter who this man is, he deserves the respect of these people.

"You... what do you want?"

Wu Antong had completely lost his temper, his voice became a lot lower, he was weak, and blood kept flowing from the wound.

He didn't expect that he would suffer such a catastrophe tonight. With one careless move, he was relegated to the mortal world, and he was completely trampled into the mud from a high place.

"Kneel down."

Zhou Dao said lightly.

"What?" Wu Antong was taken aback, thinking he had heard wrong.

Even Fang Boyi and Xiao Yurou outside the arena were taken aback, looking at Zhou Dao in disbelief.

"Kneel down and say sorry to everyone here." Zhou Dao said indifferently.

"Are you crazy? I'm..."

Wu Antong held his head high, hissing like an angry bull.

boom……

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Dao raised his hand like a slap in the face.

Wu Antong let out a scream, and flew out, vomiting blood, mixed with his white teeth.

"I am the son of Marquis Shenwu, yet you made me kneel down!?"

Wu Antong gritted his teeth, his body was covered in blood, and his eyes turned red.

Zhou Dao's words seemed to have trampled on his last bottom line, completely arousing the hostility in his heart.

The pride of being a nobleman, as Zun Yang of the Marquis of Shenwu, made him stand up, full of anger, and forget about life and death.

"It's better to be broken jade than to be whole." Wu Antong roared sharply.

He is not a playboy, although his temperament is perverse, but he also has the perseverance of this nobleman.

rumbling...

Suddenly, his clothes burst open, and a strange rune appeared on his bloody chest.

The soaring anger turned into inexhaustible power in a blink of an eye, activating this strange rune.

In a trance, the rune jumped violently, like an ancient beast, conveying endless anger.

This anger is like a sea of ​​fire, and it will burn everything in front of him.

"That's... the [Wrath God Talisman] from Imperial Palace."

Fang Boyi's eyes widened and he recognized it.

It is rumored that there is a secret method in Imperial Palace called [Rage God Talisman Technique], which can transform the anger in human emotions into power. The greater the anger, the stronger the power.

It is said that in ancient times, when the Buddha was angry, the golden light was ominous, which could destroy the dust in the world.

This ancient technique was passed down from an extremely ancient time, and a god was once enshrined.

"Marquis Shenwu was really interested in him, and he even asked the Imperial Palace to send down this method." Fang Boyi said moved.

The God of Wrath Talisman Art was engraved in Wu Antong's body. Although he has not yet grasped the power of this ancient Taoism, given time, he will definitely be able to comprehend the essence of it.

At this time, Wu Antong was on the verge of life and death, and he was furious, finally arousing the power of this talisman.

rumbling...

The weird talisman culture was a flame that soared to the sky, covering the entire training ground.

The terrifying breath crushed the ground, and the blood in everyone's bodies was evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I will never give in." Wu Antong roared sharply.

The so-called anger is like this, vast and nameless, it burns everything and presses on Zhou Dao.

rumbling...

At this moment, the blood in Zhou Dao's body suddenly gathered and turned into a fire pill.

Nine turns of fire alchemy, thunder and fire will really rob.

As soon as he raised his hand, thunder and fire surged, and turned to swallow the sky full of anger.

This is like a dragon and a tiger killing each other, and there must be those who fall.

Although the Fury God Talisman technique is strong, it can't show any power in Wu Antong's hands.

"Interesting, this technique is quite ancient." Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat.

This kind of technique that blends into the body and turns into instinct is similar to the Taoism of the Sunset Sect recorded in Xuantian Temple.

With this in mind, Zhou Dao stepped forward and appeared in front of Wu Antong. Regardless of the latter's shock, he pointed out that the evil dragon roared and roared, and even peeled off the rune engraved on Wu Antong's chest. down.

"you……"

Wu Antong's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

That is the supreme method branded in the Imperial Palace, but it was deprived by this man?

Is this riding horse still human?

At this moment, Wu Antong finally knew what kind of monster he was facing. His heart was no longer powerless, but deep despair.

The kind of despair that never sees the light of day again.

boom……

After Zhou Dao got the [Rage God Talisman], he immediately lost interest in Wu Antong, and it was another slap in the face.

The young master flew high again, and landed like a dead pig, just landing on his knees.

"I'm sorry!" Wu Antong closed his eyes and shouted with the last bit of strength.

He knew very well that if he didn't admit it, this lunatic might beat him to death.

This person has such strength, but also has such courage.

"I didn't hear you wrong, the young master has confessed."

"Hahaha, the son of Marquis Shenwu is considered a bird, so he still has to kneel when he meets a master?"

"Awesome, what is the origin of this person? From now on, I will regard him as an idol."

Everyone exclaimed, their fiery eyes lingered back and forth on Wu Antong and Zhou Dao.

Listening to everyone's discussion, Young Master Hou was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out immediately.

"Bo Yi..." On the sidelines, Xiao Yurou's face turned pale, and he hesitated to speak.

Fang Boyi shook his head to signal her not to act rashly.

He didn't expect that in the capital city, such a master would be born that night, beat Wu Antong to his knees and begged for mercy, and even deprived the Imperial Palace of Supreme Talisman.

"This person is not a thing in a pool, but a dragon or a tiger, we will know in the future."

After all, Fang Boyi had a calm mind, so he had someone carry Wu Antong down, while he left quietly with Xiao Yurou.

At this time, at the side of the martial arts training ground, Scar made a "plop", and fell limp on the ground, as mournful as a concubine.

He knew he was screwed.

Scar never dreamed that a "human stake" he recruited at random would be so fierce that he directly overthrew the young master of Shenwuhou's mansion and forced him to kneel in public.

From the moment Wu Antong was pushed underground, Dao Scar knew that from now on, there would be no room for him in the capital.

He had no other choice but to run all night.

"It's unfortunate for the family to meet such a bereaved star." Dao Scar wept bitterly, he had been operating in Jinggong for so many years, and curry favor with many princes and princes, and now they are all gone, and they all have to give up.

He never thought that he would be so unlucky, it was a disaster from heaven.

At this time, Dao Scar even wondered if there was something wrong with the feng shui of the ancestor's tomb.

However, he can't care about these anymore, he can only leave the capital as soon as possible, the more the better, he doesn't even care about the graves of his ancestors.

"You are too ruthless, look at what kind of virtue you have abused that young master."

On the way back, Wang Xuanzhi finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

This time, Zhou Dao can be regarded as giving them a bad breath.

"After this battle, in three to five years, I'm afraid Young Master won't go out." Ma Yinglong also teased.

He was beaten like a dead dog in full view, and forced to kneel in public.

For Wu Antong, this night must be unforgettable for all sentient beings, and it will leave an indelible shadow in his heart, which will accompany him throughout his life and will never leave him.

"Hahaha……"

The three of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. The laughter was hearty and echoed on the street, appearing inhuman.

That night, Zhou Dao left.

He has just obtained the [Rage God Talisman Technique], and he wants to go back to live and study, reflect on the inscriptions in Japanese characters, and hope to master the Taoism of the Sunset Sect as soon as possible.

Before leaving, he left five [Dragon Breath Pills] for each of Wang Xuanzhi and Ma Yinglong.

"Cultivate well, I should be coming to Yu Yaosi soon."

Before leaving, Zhou Dao exhorted.

According to someone's [Rage God Talisman Technique], he is not far away from practicing the Sunset Sect Taoism.

...

That night, there was a lot of movement from Marquis Shenwu.

Young Marquis Wu Antong was attacked outside, and half of his life was killed by someone, although he saved his life by relying on the panacea.

However, some people said that from time to time there were roars in Wu Antong's courtyard, looking for death and life, and even Shen Wuhou was alarmed.

It's late at night, in the mansion of Lord Shenwuhou.

In front of the table, a middle-aged man frowned slightly while listening to his subordinates' report.

Seeing this, the subordinates hurriedly crouched down.

Everyone in the Shenwuhou Mansion knew that Wu Antong was the most beloved disciple of Lord Hou, who had suffered such a catastrophe and humiliation.

This strong-armed Marquis might not be able to sit still.

"Understood, let's go down."

However, there was no expected anger, Shen Wuhou just said something lightly.

"What?" The subordinate was startled, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Go down."

"But the young master..."

"He should also know the seriousness." Shenwuhou's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "He has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and it will be a matter of time before such a temper stumbles."

"How can a man grow if he doesn't suffer a little bit? It's better to eat in the front than to choke to death later." Marquis Shenwu said coldly.

Obviously, he knew the fault of his precious son, he was supercilious and arrogant.

If Wu Antong wasn't the son of Marquis Wu, he would have been beaten to death long ago with this character.

It's good to be taught a lesson now, to sharpen his temper, otherwise he will only cause even greater disasters in the future.

"I hope he can grow after this incident." Marquis Shenwu sighed.

Poor parents all over the world, although he wanted Wu Antong to go out to practice for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind for a long time.

It's good that this accident happened, so that he would not have to worry about sharpening his son's character.

"The person who injured Young Marquis..." the subordinate hesitated for a moment before asking.

Now Wu Antong is looking for death and life, all because of that person.

Marquis Shenwu pondered for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, that's a master, if you really want this rebellious son's life, I will explain all ten and eight of them."

After hearing the report just now, Marquis Shenwu saw the clue.

The man had already left a lot of room for fighting with Wu Antong, he just wanted to teach him a lesson, otherwise he would not need a single move to kill him.

"Order, let the children and nephews in the mansion settle down recently."

At this moment, Marquis Shenwu said: "A few days ago, Yuan Meng was killed in Lin'an Mansion, and there was no corpse left."

"Yuan Wang's Fa Conference is coming soon, and the capital is not as peaceful as it used to be."

The Wu family is a big family in the capital, and Wu Yuanmeng is a cousin of Shen Wuhou.

"Little one understands."

While speaking, the subordinates retreated respectfully.

Marquis Shenwu stopped being distracted and continued to review the official documents.

...

"It's such a shame, how can you survive!?"

At this moment, Wu Antong was already furious, relying on the elixir from the Marquis of Shenwu's mansion, he had recovered his consciousness, and the wounds on his body had stopped.

But there was endless anger in his chest.

In the public, not only was he defeated, he was even forced to kneel in public.

That scene was like a nightmare, haunting his mind, and whenever he thought about it, he would gag.

Originally thought that Marquis Shenwu, who loves him the most, would stand up for him, but who would have thought that the word passed down from above that this matter should be let bygones be bygones, let him stop causing trouble.

Wu Antong was desperate, he knew that with his own strength, he couldn't compete with that man.

Even if he practiced for a lifetime, he might not be able to catch up with the opponent.

That kind of power, almost crushing, made him breathless, every move, even if he thinks about it now, he is covered in cold sweat.

"Is there really no other way?"

For the first time in his life, Wu Antong felt powerless.

Even the status of the young master of Shenwuhou can't help him.

"It's so pitiful. Is this still the young master who used to be proud?"

At this moment, a burst of contemptuous laughter sounded in the house.

Wu Antong's complexion changed slightly, and he followed the prestige.

Beside the table, a young Taoist priest appeared like a ghost, picked up a teacup, and poured himself a drink.

"Chen Xiuyuan!? Is it you?" Wu Antong couldn't help being moved, and called out the young Taoist priest by name.

He is a disciple of Imperial Palace, a supreme genius.

At the age of thirteen, he stepped into the capital alone, and was favored by a priest in the Imperial Palace, and was accepted into the gate wall.

It is said that he has already opened the [Nine Apertures], and he has been placed high hopes by the Imperial Palace.

"Why are you here?" Wu Antong asked.

As a branch of the [Wu Family], Shenwuhou Mansion also has a close relationship with Imperial Palace.

Although Chen Xiuyuan often came to Hou's mansion, he had always been on good terms with his elder brother, but he had no friendship with him.

"The adversary you provoked has an extraordinary background. Naturally, Lord Hou doesn't want to cause trouble. If you want to clear up your shame, I'm afraid it will be hopeless." Chen Xiuyuan said lightly.

"Is that what you came here to talk about?" Wu Antong's face darkened: "Did my elder brother ask you to come?"

"I can help you." Chen Xiuyuan shook his head.

"You help me?" Wu Antong was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't believe it.

"Why did you help me?"

"To be precise, we have a common goal, and I am somewhat interested in your enemy."

While speaking, Chen Xiuyuan raised his hand, and his vigorous blood flowed violently, turning into a fire pill in front of him, thunder and fire surged like a real calamity.

"This is..." Wu Antong suddenly changed color.

He just saw such a vision tonight.

"Unexpectedly, besides me, there are people in this world who have practiced the Nine-Turn Fire Pill Kungfu."

An indifferent voice resounded in the room, revealing a hint of joy and excitement.