Facing St. Jet’s own outburst of crushing Emperor level pressure, Jason’s face remained unchanged as he coldly said, “What? It’s hard not to believe that Holy Night people want to bully the weak with the strong and kill to silence them, Agist Shangwu, my appointment to fight the young disciples of your clan is in itself a fair fight. Are you cowardly? You think your young disciples are inferior to me? Worried that your disciples will be killed after fighting with me?
A big Agist is actually intimidated by me alone, it is really ridiculous!
Still the same words, today I challenge the young disciples of your clan, those who dare to fight come up to the stage, those who don’t dare to fight then give me a knee to beg for forgiveness!
What kind of shit is this? You really think you Holy Night people are so powerful? You can kill whoever you want?
Today, I’m just going to kill you Holy Night people in front of your door!”
Jason’s words could be described as overbearing, not giving Holy Night people the slightest bit of face, just to force Holy Night people’s young disciples to go up to the stage to fight.
St. Jet’s face was grim as he stared at Jason and said, “Are you targeting my clan?”
“That’s right, it’s against you Holy Night people. Where’s your holy son Saint Leo? Tell him to get his ass over here, I’m going to bust him up in the ring. This guy Saint Leo has repeatedly counted on me, and actually sent people to Carovia to hunt me down, since he can’t kill me, be prepared to be grilled by me!” Jason said in a cold voice.
“Son of Saint is not to be dishonored, you’re looking for death!”
“Lord St. Jet, I’m going up on stage to fight him!”
“I’ll fight him too, this person is too arrogant!”
Before St. Jet could say anything, the few young disciples beside him were already unable to hold back.
Jason’s strength was indeed very strong, they had all witnessed it with their own eyes. However, Jason had gone through two battles, his own consumption was definitely not small, plus he seemed to be injured, so these young disciples of Holy Night people still had great confidence that they could defeat Jason.
St. Jet’s eyes flashed with an exquisite aura, he rarely left Ancient City of Ruins and knew little about things outside of Ancient City of Ruins.
However, this time after Holy Night people’s young disciple came in, he did tell him about Son of Saint’s repeated losses in Dark World, and how his plans had been repeatedly spoiled by a young strong person from Dark World.
Even some time ago, the Holy Son sent a Supreme Emperor Realm powerhouse from his clan, St. Fetus, to Carovia to hunt down this young powerhouse, which ultimately ended in a total loss.
Mighty as St. Fetus died in Carovia.
Could it be that the young powerhouse the Holy Son was dealing with was this fellow in the ring?
But this guy is only at the level of Quasi-Emperor Realm, why did the Supreme Emperor Realm powerhouse St. Fetus fall in Carovia? Could it be that there was a more powerful person in Carovia who killed St. Fetus?
Could the powerful man who killed St. Fetus have followed Satan to the Ancient City of Ruins?
Thinking of this, St. Jet’s eyes involuntarily looked toward the bad old man, with his strength, he actually can not see through the depth of this bad old man, only feel that the old man’s own breath is unusual and incomparable, looking at an ordinary old man is no difference.
St. Jet was secretly wary, but he wasn’t afraid, this was in the Ancient City of Ruins, where all the major Agists gathered, and wouldn’t let anyone from the outside world mess around.
To be on the safe side, St. Jet felt it was also necessary to notify the strongest members of the clan, and it would be best if the strongest members of the clan came to sit in on the situation immediately.
As for the challenge issued by Jason, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Jason in the ring, he could see that Jason was indeed wounded and his own aura was beginning to weaken, he was surrounded by two of Quasi-Emperor Realm’s disciples and his own strength was quite impressive.
Maybe we can take this opportunity to kill Jason and avenge the Saint’s son.
Jason issued a challenge in front of all the major Agists, and if Holy Night people really want to avoid a fight, it would really be a disgrace.
“Satan, since you’re going to make a fool of yourself, I’ll make you happy. St. Allen, you’re up, kill him for me!”
St. Jet said in a hushed voice.
Jason is finally relieved to hear this from St. Jet, the Holy Night people are still on the hook.
The battle between him and Blood Frenzy was indeed a deliberate show of weakness, otherwise with his Grand Vajra Realm Physique, which is a fusion of the Physical Art of Unification, even if Blood Frenzy sacrifices his blood to the Blood Moon, it would be almost impossible to injure him.
His purpose of deliberately showing weakness was to lure the younger generation disciples on Holy Night people’s side to make a move, and then he would go and grill them one by one.
This time is specially come to find Blood Moon Agist and Holy Night people trouble, Old Mr. Miller is responsible for dealing with those big guys, as for the young disciples of these two clans, of course Old Mr. Miller will not be able to take action, then only rely on him to think of ways to carry out the pit kill.
But this is in the Ancient City of Ruins, besides Blood Moon Agist and Holy Night people, there are other Agists stationed there. Jason can’t just kill the young disciples of these two clans without any reason, it will cause dissatisfaction of the other Agist powerhouses.
Through the ring against such a way then there is nothing to say, the ring field a fair fight, life and death, any who have nothing to say.
Therefore, Jason can’t show too much power under his battle against Blood Moon Agist, otherwise he can’t do anything if he scares off the Holy Night people and the Holy Night people’s side doesn’t answer the battle.
“If you want to fight, then take out the stakes like Blood Moon Agist did. At least five Fifth-grade herbs and three Sixth-grade herbs. of course, if you want to raise the stakes, that’s fine too.” Jason spoke.
Below the ring field, Lilith’s face looked odd for a while, thinking how this guy looked like he came here to blackmail someone else’s high-grade medicinal herbs, ah?
“Humph!” St. Jet grunted coldly, and without thinking, he said, “Fine, as you say.”
Soon enough, Holy Night people’s side had already brought over five Fifth-grade herbs and three Sixth-grade herbs, and these bets were handed over to Parks’ side for temporary safekeeping.
St. Allen, a young disciple of Quasi-Emperor Realm on the Holy Night people’s side of the ring comes out onto the ring apron, he stares at Jason and says in a cold voice, “This battle will kill you!”
“Cut the crap, if you want to kill me, show me the appropriate strength!”
Jason said in a cold voice.
St. Allen also stopped talking nonsense, his own Cultivation Breath fully burst out, from the level of strength than Blood Moon Agist’s side of the Bloodslayer is stronger, but slightly weaker than Blood Frenzy.
An opponent with this kind of strength, Jason doesn’t give a damn about.
But for the sake of acting, he also pretended to play like he was bursting at the seams with full force and all-out desperation.
In truth, with his own Gravity Field suppression, he’d be able to grunt St. Allen down in a matter of a few punches, at best.
Jason fought with St. Allen for dozens of moves, and in the end, he even let St. Allen’s punches hit him through the method of “losing both sides” in the eyes of outsiders, and the momentum of his heavy punches also hit St. Allen, and in the end, by virtue of the strong physique of St. Allen, he continued to pursue and kill St. Allen in two successive punches. With a slightly stronger body than St. Allen’s, he continued to pursue and killed St. Allen with two punches in a row.
St. Allen was killed in action.
Jason’s body staggered, as if he could not stand steadily, then he coughed out a mouthful of blood, but his own momentum was not reduced in the slightest, he looked down on the manpower of Holy NightAgist’s side, and said in a loud voice: “Holy Night people, who else can have a fight?”
Down at ringside, Old Mr. Miller is so speechless he can’t even watch.
This kid is addicted to acting, isn’t he?
I’m so ashamed of this black heart and thick face.
However, this kid has gained a lot from such a painstaking performance, not to mention, those half-spirit pills and spirit pills have won a lot.