335: Wang Xiaopang, I will kill you!

What he found even more unacceptable was the blow to his image!

"Crackle, crackle..."

As the lightning dissipated, Wang Zhan's current appearance was revealed, and it could only be described as utterly miserable!

His black hair was standing straight up from the electrocution, emitting wisps of smoke, making him look just like a hedgehog.

His handsome face was covered in charred ash from the lightning strike, with only his eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire, standing out vividly.

The brand-new robe he had just put on was shredded into rags by the violent thunder.

Dressed like a beggar on the street, where was the slightest bit of dignity of the Heavenly Azure Sacred Body left?

Under the power of the lightning, his internal organs churned incessantly, and he couldn't help but cough up another mouthful of blood essence.

A humiliation!

It was simply a deep humiliation!

Wang Zhan had never been this disheveled in his entire life!

Especially when he had just recovered and was full of confidence!

"Oh my goodness! The power seems decent! Many thanks to Brother Wang for testing the Talisman!"

Wang Xiaopang's voice rang out, carrying a hint of smugness and mockery.

"Little! Fatty! Wang!"

"I will kill you!!!"

Boundless rage instantly overwhelmed Wang Zhan's reason!

His eyes were blood-red, and like a wounded beast, he let out a heart-wrenching roar!

The terrifying killing intent, like a tangible wave of blood, surged into the sky, scattering the clouds above the valley!

At this moment, he had only one thought: to tear that damned, cunning fatty into a thousand pieces!

He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes locked firmly onto that round figure, ready to charge forward regardless of the consequences!

However.

"Oh, you haven't been blown up enough yet? Still want to taste more?"

It turned out that the Little Fatty was, at some point, holding two more nine heavens thunder control talismans in his hand, the surfaces of which were crackling.

They emitted an even more powerful lightning aura than before, pointed directly at Wang Zhan.

Wang Zhan's charging figure came to an abrupt halt.

The muscles on his face twitched, his reason violently torn between rage and fear of that terrifying lightning Talisman.

He hadn't forgotten the taste of that lightning strike from just a moment ago.

Wang Zhan's chest churned with Qi, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Heavenly Azure Sacred Body, activate!"

He roared hoarsely, no longer holding back the azure-colored Qi surrounding his body, which erupted with a boom!

His Sacred Body manifestation unfolded, and his aura instantly climbed to a dangerous and violent peak.

At this point, Wang Zhan's anger had suppressed his reason; he was willing to endure another hit, even if it meant being severely injured by the lightning Talisman, just to tear this damned Little Fatty to shreds.

"Stay right there!!"

His figure was like a bolt of furious azure lightning, tearing through the air, and with a near-suicidal resolve, he charged savagely toward Wang Xiaopang!

"Heh... Bye-bye, friend!"

Wang Xiaopang gave a strange cry and, without hesitation, instantly crushed the Great Teleportation Talisman in his hand!

The next moment, he completely vanished from the spot, not even looking back, making his escape, leaving behind not even a trace of his presence!

"Bastard! Stay right there!"

Wang Zhan's furious strike slammed into the spot where Wang Xiaopang had vanished, only shattering the stone wall in the distance; rocks flew through the air, but he hadn't even touched the corner of his opponent's clothes!

"Ah!!!"

Having missed, Wang Zhan was so angry he was trembling all over, and he let out a roar of extreme frustration toward the sky!

His voice was filled with boundless rage, humiliation, and a frantic feeling of having no outlet for his power!

"Boom!"

The terrifying sound wave spread out like a physical force, shaking the rock walls on both sides of the valley until they cracked with countless huge fissures, and with a rumble, they collapsed by more than half!

A humiliation!

Losing to Battle Asura and Sword White Robe was one thing, but now to be severely injured by an unknown Little Fatty at their side, using such despicable methods, and being made to look so disheveled!

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood, yet he felt no pain at all.

Because the humiliation in his heart was ten thousand times more intense than the physical pain!

In the distance, the observing Cultivators were already dumbfounded, each one silent as a cicada in winter, not even daring to breathe.

Who could have imagined that things would turn out like this?

The overbearing Heavenly Azure Sacred Body had actually been reduced to this state in public by a seemingly harmless Little Fatty?

If this news were to spread, Wang Zhan would truly become the biggest joke in the entire Eastern Region!

After his rage, Wang Zhan suddenly took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and the violent aura around his body fluctuated intensely.

He looked down at his disheveled appearance and then recalled the treachery and slipperiness of that fatty from just moments ago.

"Battle Asura, Sword White Robe, and now this Talisman-wielding fatty..."

With a wave of his hand, he used his Qi to shake off the charred dust and tattered cloth strips from his body, changing into a new robe.

However, the hair standing straight up and the lingering char on his face were hard to remove for the time being, making him still appear comical and disheveled.

Just then, from behind the cliffs in the distance, faint whispers, desperately suppressed yet still leaking out a few slivers of sound, could be heard, mixed with low snickers.

Wang Zhan turned his head sharply, his blood-red eyes sweeping across those hiding spots like cold lightning.

"Get lost!!!"

A furious shout containing endless rage and killing intent, like a thunderclap, swept across the surroundings, carrying the terrifying pressure of the Peak King Realm!

"Thump!" "Whoosh!"

In the distance, there was immediate chaos, with people tumbling over one another; the observing Cultivators turned pale, scurried away in terror, and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing completely in an instant, not daring to stay for even a moment longer.

The valley finally fell into complete silence, leaving only the mess on the ground and the youth in the center with hair standing on end, a face covered in char, and emitting monstrous baleful Qi.

He stood in place, just like that, silent and motionless!

Before he knew it, the mountain wind began to rise.

It swept up grass leaves across the sky, brushing past his hair that stood straight up.

Wang Zhan's chest heaved violently; the rage, frustration, and unwillingness churning inside, along with a hint of absurdity and comicality after being toyed with that he didn't even want to admit to himself, mixed into an unprecedented, stinging pain.

Finally, he slowly, bit by bit, raised his head to look at the dark clouds slowly gathering in the sky.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything at all.

After a long while, a roar of unwillingness broke through his throat:

"No..."

The roar echoed and collided in the valley; it didn't sound like venting, but more like a powerless and comical accusation after being toyed with by fate.

After he finished shouting, he kept his head tilted back and his mouth open, as if this shout had emptied him of all his strength and had also shouted away the last shred of his forced dignity.

He could accept losing to Battle Asura and Sword White Robe; that was a fair and square battle.

But to be toyed with like this by Wang Xiaopang, whom he didn't even look at directly, was something the proud Wang Zhan found hard to accept.

He could already imagine how the outside Cultivators would mock him once the news spread.

Just at that moment.

A piece of coldness landed gently on his face, which had been charred by the lightning.

He stiffened for a moment.

Another piece landed on his trembling hand.

Then, a third piece, a fourth piece...

Countless white, light snowflakes drifted down silently from the dark clouds that had just gathered.

The snowflakes landed on his upright, charred hair tips, and on his cheeks covered in dust and bloodstains.

It was as if heaven and earth were sighing, using this purest and coldest comfort to try and calm the fire of humiliation in the heart of this peerless Prodigy, which was almost burning him to ashes.

The valley was silent.

Only the snowflakes drifted, and the north wind whistled.

The world was vast and white.