But it is a pity that the current Muda's cultivation base has been forcibly suppressed by An Shaojin to the realm of the master of mystery.

Even if Muda can skillfully use the higher power of heaven, it may be easy to deal with ordinary mysterious masters, but Zhuo Wen can't.

On the contrary, when Muda fought against Zhuowen, it was simply asking for trouble.

After all, the horror of Pan Gu's holy body is basically invincible within the same level. As long as this Muda suppresses his realm to the same level as him, he will be looking for abuse against Zhuo Wen.

bang bang bang!

Zhuo Wen punched out with every punch, and each punch contained extremely terrifying energy of heaven, breaking through the surging high waves one after another.

Stab it!

Hearing the sound of cloth tearing, Zhuowen broke through the last huge wave, and his whole body descended like a god, descending in front of Muda, and his right fist hit Muda directly like lightning on the left arm.

Click!

Muda's left arm was directly blasted into blood mist, and Muda screamed and fell to the ground fiercely, with a ferocious, pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.

"The second move, there are three more moves!"

Before Muda struggled to get up, he heard Zhuowen's cold voice again, and then a strong wind swept in, making Muda's face change greatly.

Snapped!

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a palm slamming towards his cheek, and with a slap, Muda was slapped on the head and fell directly into the mud.

"The fourth move!"

Zhuowen didn't give Muda a chance to breathe at all, he pressed the instep of his right foot against Muda's chest, and suddenly raised Muda, who was directly kicked into the air by Zhuowen, and then Zhuowen gave Muda's cheek again with his ready right hand a slap.

This slap was too loud, like a thunderclap, Muda's right cheek was directly slapped to pieces, and he poured out broken teeth mixed with blood, which looked very miserable.

"Enough...enough..."

Muda lay limp on the side, uttering these words with difficulty, his heart filled with fear.

What kind of freak is this? He is obviously just a mystery master, so why does he have such terrifying combat power.

Especially the terrifying physical strength displayed by this person is much stronger than him.

This shit is he a foreign race, or am I a foreign race.

Thinking of this, Muda felt like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past his head, and began to doubt whether he was a foreigner or the human monk in front of him was a foreigner.

Everyone present was stunned, what's going on with this shit!

Didn't Muda say that Longwen is a waste? Didn't he agree to let him do five moves and then kill him with one move?

Now they are all beaten like dogs, is this the so-called waste in Muda's mouth?

"Elder Muda means that you have surrendered?" Zhuo Wen walked slowly in front of Muda, looked down at Muda who was limp on the ground and twitching all over, and asked indifferently.

Muda's eyes flickered, and finally nodded: "I admit defeat..."

"Since you admit defeat, then keep your promise! Hand over the spirit ring in your hand!"

Zhuo Wen spread his right hand and looked at Muda sternly.

A look of humiliation flashed across Muda's eyes, but he was helpless. Now that his cultivation was suppressed by An Shaojin's power, he could only display the power of the mysterious master.

In his current state, he is no match for Zhuo Wen at all, unless he can break through An Shaojin's strength.

But he knew that this was impossible. An Shaojin was a master in the early stage of Tongtianzhu, and he was much stronger than him. If he wanted to break through An Shaojin's power, it would be death.

With a sigh, Muda could only take off the spirit ring in his hand and throw it to Zhuowen.

His heart is full of heartache, there are many good things in his spirit ring, including his savings for many years, just handed over to Zhuo Wen, how can he not feel heartbroken.

Putting away Muda's spirit ring, Zhuo Wen nodded in satisfaction, and immediately continued: "Besides, you also need to kneel in front of me, kowtow three times and bow nine times, call me grandpa, and apologize to me."

Hearing this, Muda's face turned livid. If Zhuowen really did what he did, it would be too humiliating.

Once he does this, his face will be lost, and it is conceivable that he will become the laughing stock of others among the mermaid race and other races in the future.

"Why? Elder Muda is not willing? I won't force you if you don't want to, but I remember you swore to the way of heaven, right? If you don't obey, I'm afraid you don't need to tell me what the punishment will be. " Zhuo Wen smiled lightly.

Muda's face was gloomy, what Zhuowen said was correct, because he didn't care about this son just now, so he easily made the oath of heaven. JrNovels.com