Chapter 139 (1/2)

An advantage that martial arts disciples with blood lineage had, was that they clearly knew that Xie Jieyu not only had the appearance of absolute beauty, but also had incomparable potential. It was said that she possessed an extremely rare ‘immortal phoenix body’, and was a genius among geniuses. If they could practice martial arts with her, it was of infinite use to them.

But now, would such a divine flower be picked by a lowly registered disciple?

There really was no justice!

“Boy, you are a waste, a coward, a real coward. You registered disciples are a group of good-for-nothings, losers, sc.u.m! You are our stepping stones. One day, you will kneel at my feet for mercy… ” Yuan Tiangang had no person to vent his anger on and roared angrily.

Ding Hao suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned around and looked at Yuan Tiangang like a mad beast. His eyes were like knives and his mouth tilted slightly. He asked, “Do you think registered disciples are sc.u.m?”

When Yuan Tiangang saw that he finally angered his rival, he laughed, “Yes, sc.u.m, you are a group of poor stepping stones, good-for-nothings!”

“Really?” A smile appeared on Ding Hao’s face. “Then I’ll let you see the strength of registered disciples.”

Before his voice had died away.

Ding Hao flashed, and turned into a wisp of smoke, dreamy. Instantly he came to Yuan Tiangang with his white-jaded palm striking out lightly.

“Courting death!” Yuan Tiangang burst into shouting, with his arm pulling out a string of unreal images in the air. He took out his two knives in an instant, and the golden bell suddenly sounded, disturbing the soul.

He was going to use his best knife skill.

However, all of a sudden, his arms froze; the two knives seemed to be bogged down in a swamp and they became slower and slower. He no longer had the kind of smooth feeling displayed in usual times. As soon as Yuan Tiangang was in a daze, he was surprised to feel that he knew nothing. His rival’s light palm had been printed on the intersecting point of his two knives.

“Get out!” Ding Hao’s explosive shout sounded in everyone’s ears.

The next moment, his wrist shook.

Yuan Tiangang’s face suddenly changed greatly. He only felt that an irresistible force was attacking him. His whole body was thrown back against the ground, like sacks. .h.i.t by a large siege hammer.

Boom!

Yuan Tiangang violently hit the fence of the square in the distance, breaking four or five jade railings. He fell to the ground with a pale face and opened his mouth to spit out one mouthful of blood. He looked at Ding Hao with horrified eyes, full of disbelieving expressions.

The mole boy w.a.n.g Yong and the others undoubtedly opened their mouths wide and almost unhinged their jaws.

How was that possible?

The third genius among bloodline martial arts disciples was regarded as the future leader of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect. Yuan Tiangang, who was doted on by all his teachers, he had just been easily defeated by an unknown registered disciple with a gentle palm.

This… was this a joke?

Several teenagers rubbed their eyes in disbelief, only to feel that their faces seemed to be slapped hard by something.

Yuan Tiangang had a white and bloodless complexion.

He didn’t expect that he lost so simply. His rival, with tyrannical strength, completely crushed him, without any opportunistic reasons. This was a bare show of strength!

How could a registered disciple be so powerful?