Chapter 29 Accept the judgment of light

Author: Li Ju Yu Wu Zhi

Chapter 29 Accept the judgment of light

"I, Wang Bing."

"A descendant of the Shilao Wang family."

"The proud son of heaven."

"I have been disliked since I was a child because I am different from the people around me."

"Everything I want, I can get."

"I know they don't like me, they even hate me."

"However, I enjoy this feeling very much."

"The feeling of having everything, the feeling of ignoring everything."

"I have been standing on the top of the mountain since I was born, and it is my privilege to have everything go my way."

"So when you treat garbage, you should beat it to death."

"Because if I'm beaten to death, grandpa will support me."

Wang Bing opened his hands and enjoyed the shouts from the field.

"Han Ye! Han Ye! Han Ye!"

"Ah, this feels so great, listening to these stupid sounds, I can't wait to see your final angry and desperate looks."

Han Ye stood opposite Wang Bing, watching him enjoy listening to everyone calling another person's name, as if they were calling his own.

Feng Xingtong came to the auditorium in a wheelchair. His head was still covered with gauze, leaving only one eye looking at Han Ye.

"How did he beat you yesterday?" Han Ye looked at Feng Xingtong, and his voice expanded to the audience stage with his telepathy.

But got no answer.

The people of the Feng family seemed to be afraid of something. Feng Shayan gritted her teeth and held back tears and looked at the sky, while Feng Xingtong's red eyes were staring at Han Ye.

"Look at their family, hahahaha! They don't even dare to fart!"

Wang Bin looked at the silent family, pointing at them and laughing wildly.

Everyone was so angry that their teeth itched.

"Wang Bing kicked Feng Xingtong in the head yesterday!" A voice came from unknown sources in the audience. Wang Ye frowned when he heard the words, why did the voice sound so much like his.

‘Bang’! Wang Bing’s chin seemed to have been hit hard and he tilted his head back, saliva splashed everywhere, and his whole body was kicked into the air.

"He stepped on Xingtong's face!"

Wang Wei's expression suddenly froze before he could react, and a shoe print was instantly dented on his face. His nose was bleeding, and his body was falling rapidly toward the ground.

Zhang Chulan stood up, who the hell is imitating his own voice!

"No, I told you!"

'boom!'

Wang Bing's body slammed into the ground, his expression was extremely painful, his head was stuck in the soil, his butt was sticking out, and his hands were tightly covering his vital parts.

"Ahhhh~!" Wang Bing screamed miserably.

The audience stage erupted in cheers.

"Well played!"

"The man surnamed Wang also robbed the Deng family of the immortal who had been supporting him for several lifetimes!"

"He even ate his own elves alive!"

"He forced Feng Xingtong to scatter the soul of his elder!"

"Fucking comparison!"

"Yes! Damn it!!"

There were more and more scoldings in the field. Wang Ai stood up with squinted eyes and looked at his grandson who was making a fool of himself with an extremely gloomy look.

"What? You don't care if the arena is in such chaos?"

Wang Ai wanted to look at the old master, but Zhang Zhiwei didn't seem to hear his voice, and was talking to Lu Jin with a smile on his face.

Feng Xingtong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had tears and runny nose on his face.

"You, you! How dare you!"

"Wrong! Everything is wrong! They are all rubbish and must die!!!"

Wang Bing endured the pain and stood up with a twisted face and roared at Han Ye. His body suddenly exuded an ominous feeling, and four ugly-looking male and female souls emerged from his back.

Wang Bing grabbed them one by one, biting and devouring them crazily in his mouth full of blood!

The scene in front of him was so tragic that the shouts in the audience became much muted.

The other two floating ferocious souls turned into ghost energy and merged into his body.

There was a sound of cracking bones, and Wang Bing's figure suddenly grew larger. He bowed his waist, and when he raised his head again, his face was covered with veins.

Wang Bing's eyes turned blood red, and black gas kept coming out of the corners of his mouth.

"Uh...hahaha! It's so delicious!"

"This kind of pleasure of tearing everything to pieces is the correct way to open up my Wang family's spiritual generals!"

Wang Bin tilted his head and stared at Han Ye, his dark nails growing out of his flesh and hanging to the ground.

"Trash, your performance is over, die!"

Feng Shayan grabbed her brother's wheelchair fiercely, tears streaming down her face.

"We must win!"

Feng Zhenghao's face was full of worry. He turned to look to the other side and saw Wang Aizheng talking to the four strong men around him.

Four black shadows swam out along the ground and disappeared quickly.

"No!" Feng Zhenghao wanted to remind Han Ye, who was still waiting for Wang Bin's transformation to be completed, but he suddenly remembered the conversation in the darkroom yesterday.

"Fengjia is a dog of my Wang family."

Feng Zhenghao trembled and closed his eyes. Wang Ai looked sideways and smiled contemptuously.

Han Ye frowned and looked at Wang Bing. He looked like a human being or a ghost at the moment.

"Han Ye, I will extract your soul and put it into the soul refining furnace of my Wang family. You will be tortured by it for the rest of your life!"

"I will eat you one bite one day, one bite tomorrow, your fingers today, your ears tomorrow..."

Han Ye picked his ears and found that he couldn't listen anymore.

Han Ye suddenly raised his hand, and Wang Bing not far away was instantly lifted into the air by a strange force!

No matter how hard the king tried, it was of no avail.

Han Ye looked at Wang Ai, who was holding a cane outside the court with a gloomy face that could drip water.

"Your trumpet is useless, so go back and make a new one."

As soon as he finished saying this, four black shadows sprang out from the ground beside Han Ye and wrapped him in them, forming a dark mist ball.

Wang Ai sneered when he saw this and sat down again.

The next moment, the black ball was evaporated by white light from the inside out. Han Ye's body was glowing with light at this time, and he patted the Taoist robe with some disgust.

"What dirty things..."

Feng Baobao jumped up on the stage and pointed at Han Ye: "Just four things!"

The old Heavenly Master on the main stage narrowed his eyes. He felt that something was wrong now. Han Ye's state was very similar to a state recorded by the ancestor, a very scary state.

When Wang Bing saw that his sneak attack had failed, he began to tremble in his heart. Could it be that his grandfather couldn't help him even if he took action? He struggled wildly with his hands and feet in the air.

"Grandpa!" Wang Xiang shouted towards the stage.

"Bing'er, admit defeat!" Wang Ai also realized at this time that the situation was not good. The elves that the four masters of their Wang family had cultivated for many years were instantly killed by Han Ye. This was simply unheard of.

"Admit defeat? Admit defeat, let yourself admit defeat? This has never happened since I was a child!"

"Why should you admit defeat?"

"My king!"

"Even if it means death! I will never admit defeat!"

"Hahahahaha!" Wang Bing's expression was ferocious as he laughed wildly in the air. The black energy on his body became more and more solemn, and there was a faint tendency to break out of his body.

Han Ye shook his head when he saw this, this man was hopeless.

"In that case, then accept the judgment of light!"

Han Ye's calm voice sounded in the ears of everyone present.

I saw a hole in the sky covered with dark clouds, and a dazzling beam of light shot through the clouds like thousands of sharp arrows!

The intense light instantly penetrated the body of the king in the air!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Wang Bing's heart-rending screams echoed in the air.

Everyone in the field felt a blazing wave coming from the ground, and the dazzling light made it impossible to open their eyes.

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