Ye Fan's voice was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing straight into Luo Dingshan's chest.
Luo Dingshan's pupils shrank violently, his body was shaken violently, as if he had been shocked by electricity, and he couldn't believe his ears.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine rings?
What a joke!
As soon as these words came out, not only Luo Dingshan, but also all the warriors in the field had expressions of surprise on their faces, obviously shocked by this shocking request.
As Luo Dingshan, he can be said to be the overlord of the party. To be able to take the initiative to bow his head and apologize to Mark, he has already endured great humiliation.
No one could imagine that Ye Fan did not give up, but intensified his efforts, making him kneel and kowtow in public.
And not one or two, but nine hundred and ninety-nine!
mad!
There is no limit to the madness!
This simply trampled Luo Dingshan under his feet, leaving him no face at all.
If he really does this, he will no longer be able to hold his head high in the ancient martial arts world, and may even develop inner demons, suffer a great loss in strength, and plummet in realm.
In the field, there are actually some strong people who are on good terms with Jizhou Luo Shi.
But now, they all chose to remain silent and had no intention of standing up for Luo Dingshan.
On the one hand, they did not dare to act rashly due to Ye Fan's terrifying strength.
On the other hand, the weak will eat the strong, and the king will win and the bandits will lose. This is the rule of the ancient martial arts world, and it has never changed for thousands of years.
In a single fight, Luo Dingshan was defeated by Ye Fan with one move. He could only blame himself for his lack of strength and could not blame others.
At this moment, Luo Dingshan's face turned the color of pig liver, his head stood up like an angry lion, and he roared: "You brat, don't even think about humiliating me in this way! I will never give in!"
"Oh? Then I want to see how hard your bones are!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and his right fist clenched in the air.
The immortal rope, as if it had been ordered, continued to shrink and was deeply embedded in the bones of Luoding Mountain.
"Ahhh!"
There were bursts of screams from Luoding Mountain, which were extremely shrill and shrill, like fierce ghosts under the Nine Netherworld.
There are no words to describe the pain!
He would rather his willpower was not so strong and he could simply faint and not have to endure such pain!
This bundle of fairy rope is not only sharp, but also mixed with the aura of Jiao King, which is extremely strong and domineering.
Luo Dingshan only felt an overwhelming and terrifying force, like a volcanic explosion, invading the body from the wound and raging through the internal organs.
At this time, Ye Fan looked down at Luo Dingshan, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and said sternly:
"Either you kowtow and apologize! Or, die! There is no third possibility!"
Ye Fan's voice was ruthless, decisive, and contained an irresistible will.
Luo Dingshan's face was extremely ugly. After a lot of fighting between heaven and man, he finally seemed to have accepted his fate. He nodded dejectedly and said weakly:
"Sir, I... I promise you! Please loosen the rope quickly, I really can't hold on any longer!"
Seeing that he agreed, Ye Fan had a thought in his mind and slightly loosened the rope that bound the immortal, but it was still tied to his body and did not loosen it directly.
"let's start!"
Ye Fan ordered, folding his hands on his chest and looking down at him.
…
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
For a time, everyone in the venue focused their attention on Luo Dingshan, making him the target of public criticism.
All kinds of shame surged into his heart, but in order to survive, Luo Dingshan had no choice but to surrender.
"thump!"
His knees weakened, he knelt on the ground, put his hands in front of him, and then knocked his head toward the ground.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Once, twice, three times...
The dull sound of impact was particularly harsh in the silence.
Seeing this scene, looks of disdain appeared on the faces of many warriors.
If Luo Dingshan was really a tough guy who would rather break than bend, everyone would still think highly of him.
But now, he is greedy for life and afraid of death, abandoning the dignity and pride of a strong martial artist, like a lost dog, which is really disgusting.
Under the spotlight, Luo Dingshan kept repeating mechanical movements.
Kowtow, raise your head, kowtow again, raise your head again...
&
nbsp;It goes round and round, in a cycle that seems to have no end.
Not long after, his forehead was already bloody, and his skin had been polished off, revealing the horrifyingly bright red flesh inside.
The ground ahead was completely stained red with blood, which was shocking.
Luo Dingshan had been severely injured by the Immortal Rope before, and his body was covered in bruises and bruises, like the end of a powerful crossbow.
After kowtowing for more than five hundred times, his consciousness began to blur. He looked at Mark with a pleading tone and said:
"Your Excellency! I really can't hold it any longer, please let me go!"
When Ye Fan heard this, his eyes were as dead as a cold pool, without any fluctuation, and he said coldly:
"No, this is only the 587th one! I said 999 ringing heads, even one less will not work!"
Between the lines, there is a domineering will, and there is no room for maneuver.
No matter how unwilling and angry Luo Dingshan was, he could only swallow his anger and continue to kowtow.
For the first time in his life, he was so humiliated.
Luo Dingshan originally thought that his strength at the pinnacle of the realm had already stood on top of tens of millions of people.
Who would have thought that he would meet a supreme genius like Ye Fan, who would deal with him so much that he couldn't even resist.
…
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The sounds of kowtows came and went, echoing throughout the venue.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, but Luo Dingshan finally kowtowed nine hundred and ninety-nine times.
He was almost drained of all his strength, exhausted, and his face was full of dejection, as if he were mourning his heir.
If he hadn't been forced to hang up in one breath, he would have fainted long ago.
Because Ye Fan was wearing a mask, he never saw Ye Fan's face clearly from the beginning to the end.
But at this moment, Ye Fan in his heart was like a supreme demon god who ruled the world. At the snap of a finger, the wind and clouds changed color, and the mountains and rivers roared.
"Your Excellency, I have finished kowtowing, can you let me go?" Luo Dingshan asked cautiously, with an extremely humble tone.
Ye Fan made a big move with his hand, and the immortal rope turned into a red rainbow and returned to his hand.
"get out!"
If in the past, someone dared to speak to Luo Dingshan in such a tone, he would definitely be furious.
But now, when he heard the word "go", he staggered and ran away as if he had received an amnesty.
Now that things have come to this point, everything has settled.
Many warriors in the field had no need to stay any longer, so they parted ways and went down the mountain one after another.
Guan Feihong had to continue to stay in the mountain because he had to arrange the transportation of the spirit stone.
But Ye Fan took the first step and went down the mountain alone.
When he came here, he had already memorized the route in his mind, and now he could just go back the same way.