Ao Sheng groaned and asked with confusion on his face.
"Of course."
Shen Chenfeng smiled and said: "What's wrong, you don't believe it?"
"Brother, it's not that I don't believe you."
"It's just that Shen Lingwu is too young and hasn't been practicing for a long time. I'm afraid he won't be a match for Master Wuji."
Ao Sheng thought for a while and reminded vaguely.
However, Shen Chenfeng didn't seem to hear what Ao Sheng meant, and asked with a smile: "In that case, how about we make a bet?"
"bet?"
Ao Sheng was stunned and said: "Brother, how do you want to bet?"
Shen Chenfeng did not speak, but stretched out five fingers.
"Five artifacts?"
"Five bottles of elixir?"
"Five formations?"
Ao Sheng didn't know why and asked curiously.
"No, neither."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head, then clasped his fingers and said lightly: "Five, four, three..."
boom!
Before Shen Chenfeng could finish counting, the dome was suddenly knocked open with force.
A embarrassed figure, like a meteorite, carrying terrifying power, fell from the sky.
"rise!"
Shen Chenfeng had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly waved his hand.
Suddenly, there was a soft force that held the figure to prevent him from being hurt.
At the same time, the falling impact was also dispersed by Shen Chenfeng with a palm.
But when people saw clearly the figure falling from the sky, they couldn't help but be surprised.
I saw that the man was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, his hair was disheveled, and he was breathing rapidly.
Who is it if it’s not Master Wuji?
"Headmaster Wuji, are you convinced?"
Just when everyone was secretly shocked, Shen Lingwu stepped on the mysterious light, furious, like an immortal, slowly descending from the sky, looking down at Master Wuji from a high position.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Shen Lingwu, who are you and why can you control the power of the world?"
Headmaster Wuji's face was full of horror. He looked at Shen Lingwu as if he were seeing a natural enemy, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
"What?"
"The power of the world?"
"How can this be?"
Hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but burst into noise.
The power of the world is a power that can only be possessed by the realm of the God Emperor.
How could Shen Lingwu, a cultivator of the Celestial Realm, have such terrifying power?
"Headmaster Wuji, let me ask you."
"Are you convinced?"
Shen Lingwu didn't answer. He took a step forward and his whole body surged with energy.
The endless momentum, like a collapse of the sky, was crushing down on Master Wuji.
Boom!
The terrifying momentum made the entire hall tremble.
Headmaster Wuji groaned, unable to bear the momentum, and knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Headmaster Wuji, I will ask you one last time now."
"Are you convinced?"
Shen Lingwu stood condescendingly, like a god looking down at the ants on the ground, his voice full of indifference.
"Impressed."
"Your Highness, I, Master Wuji, am completely convinced."
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Master Wuji's mouth, and then he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and threw himself at Shen Lingwu.
"very good."
Shen Lingwu snorted lightly and slowly regained his momentum.
Then he flashed his eyes, looked at everyone in the hall, and said in a cold tone: "Now, Headmaster Wuji is convinced. Who else dares to be dissatisfied with me?"
In an instant, the whole place was dead silent.
Everyone seemed to be mute, their mouths opened wide, but no sound came out.
Some cultivators with lower strength lowered their heads subconsciously and did not even dare to look into Shen Lingwu's eyes.
"Who else?"
Seeing that no one spoke, Shen Lingwu took another step forward, and his whole body became more powerful.
However.
In the entire hall, from the powerful monks in the Tribulation Realm to the ordinary disciples in the Celestial Phantasm Realm, no one resisted.
Are you kidding me?
Even Headmaster Wuji was beaten into submission.
How could they, ordinary cultivators, be Shen Lingwu's opponents?
For a moment, everyone was in awe.
Even the ancestors of the holy places of various sects seemed to have discovered something, and their expressions became extremely respectful.
"good!"
"Brother, he is indeed your son. He really has your style."
Ao Sheng was delighted to see Hunting Heart, and the more he looked at Shen Lingwu, the more he liked him, and said: "But I still don't understand, how could Shen Lingwu, a cultivator in the Celestial Realm, defeat the Master Wuji who was in the realm of transitional tribulation? And his power to control the world, is it true or not?"
"You will know later when you look back."
Shen Chenfeng smiled, then slowly stood up from the big chair, looked at everyone, and said: "Now that things have happened, you have all seen Wu'er's strength. Now, who of you is still not convinced?"
"Who is still dissatisfied?"
Shen Lingwu shouted loudly, his voice like thunder.
"No, we have no objection."
"yes."
"His Royal Highness Lingwu is very powerful, and we are completely convinced."
Everyone trembled and quickly answered with a smile.
"Yeah?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile expression on his face, and said, "Are you really convinced?"
"Yeah yeah."
"Master Shen, we are really convinced."
Everyone did not dare to hesitate and nodded in agreement.
"So, you all agree that Shen Lingwu will ascend the throne?"
Shen Chenfeng coughed and continued to ask.
"Yeah yeah."
"We raise our hands to support Mr. Shen's ascension to the throne."
"Whoever dares to object will see if I don't break his big teeth."
Everyone shouted loudly and quickly expressed their loyalty.
"very good."
Seeing how well-behaved everyone was, Shen Chenfeng nodded with satisfaction.
Then he clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "In that case, the matter of Wu'er's ascension to the throne will be left to you. By then, all races from all over the world will come to pay homage. Please don't embarrass me."
"Master Shen, don't worry."
"We will not let you down."
Han Rong hurriedly took a step forward and said firmly.
"good."
Shen Chenfeng nodded, then looked at Ao Sheng and said: "Brother, I have something to do and I can't stay here for a long time. From now on, this Immortal Alliance will have to rely on you."
"Brother, it depends on what you said."
"We two brothers, do you have anything to ask for?"
Ao Sheng sighed softly and said, "But brother, if Wu'er ascends the throne, what are your plans?"
"Now that the door to heaven is about to open, I should work hard to cultivate, ascend to heaven, and pursue the realm of change."
Shen Chenfeng looked fascinated and relaxed.
Then he changed the topic, his eyes were extremely cold, and said: "But before I ascend to the heaven, I still have one thing to do."
"What's up?"
Ao Sheng trembled all over and couldn't help but ask.
Shen Chenfeng's expression turned cold, and his voice was as cold as an ice cellar, causing the entire space to faintly flutter with snowflakes, as he said, "Kill Li Muyu!"