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Mo Wuji, who appeared on the battling platform, made many of the disciples, who were at the top of the outer sect rankings, come here. They wanted to see which arrogant fella offended this madman.

Gradually, as time passed, the entire battling platform was surrounded by people. Some of the people who knew Mo Wuji from the inner sect had also come, after all, it had been a long time since anyone dared to provoke a madman like Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji's face was cold and indifferent. Standing on the battling platform, he was like a desolate beast, emitting a terrifying aura, which gave off the feeling that he could instantly kill Mu Lingfeng.

"Give way, give way! You son of a bitch, give way!"

A loud and tyrannical voice continuously sounded from the crowd. A tall and sturdy man holding a door plate squeezed his way toward the martial stage with all his might.

"You're courting death …" Before he could finish his sentence, the burly man holding the door kicked the man out of the crowd. With a tremendous amount of strength, a person flew beneath his feet.

At this moment, the surrounding outer sect disciples who wanted to curse at him shut their mouths. This fellow's strength made everyone who saw him tremble in fear.

After some pushing, the burly man came to the bottom of the battling platform. With a grin, his white teeth puzzled the senior apprentice brother and Mo Wuji.

In everyone's line of sight, the burly man lifted up the door with his right hand and thrust it towards the ground. Borrowing the huge recoil, he instantly appeared on the battling platform.

"Who are you? Do you want to help this boy?" Mo Wuji, who originally felt no pressure at all, stared at the burly man and asked carefully as if he was facing a life and death enemy.

Mo Wuji was a madman, but he still had a foundation in his heart. He knew very well that with his arrogant character, he would have been killed countless times by his senior in the inner sect.

But now, a nameless fellow was giving him pressure that was even stronger than the disciple that just entered the inner sect that year. That was why he couldn't help but be nervous.

"Zhang San greets Young Master Mu! Leave the rest to me! I hope that Young Master Mu can take a break by the side while Zhang San takes his place as an example! " Zhang San burst out the last few words with a smile on his face and a boundless killing intent.

"Clang!"

Zhang San's entire body was filled with killing intent. With his crimson red eyes, that terrifying giant door slammed onto the martial stage heavily.

Instantly, a cloud of dust and soil was lifted up, the elemental energy under his feet started to circulate, and under his control, the dust and soil instantly turned into an Earth Sword which rushed towards the cautious Mo Wuji.

Five elemental energies flowed in Mo Wuji's palm, quickly forming a virtual shield in front of him.

"BOOM!"

An extremely ear-piercing sound rang out in the ears of the outer sect disciples. They saw that the originally extremely powerful Mo Wuji actually retreated over 10 steps under the sudden appearance of Zhang San's attack.

The Earth Sword that was made up of dust and fog turned back into dust after this strike and slowly fell to the ground.

"You really want to stand up for this kid. Have you thought about the consequences of offending our Heavenly Dragon Association?" His two arms had already started to feel numb from the collision just now. He looked towards the distant Zhang San, who was still smiling, and shouted angrily.

At this moment, because Zhang San and Mo Wuji's strengths far surpassed his, Mu Lingfeng did not continue to stay on the martial stage, leaving the stage to Zhang San and Mo Wuji. As for that inner disciple, he had actually left the stage.

One of his fingers tapped his nose, and he looked at Mo Wuji with disdain, "Sky Dragon Society? What kind of thing would dare to provoke Young Master Mu? Be careful that grandfather or I might flatten all of you and exterminate you. The sect wouldn't blame me.

With that, without waiting for Mo Wuji's reaction, he grabbed the door frame in his hand and charged towards Mo Wuji.

The door was very big, and from the sound of the door hitting the ground, one could tell that this door was especially heavy. In the end, Zhang San easily lifted it up as if it were a green steel sword.

"Don't be too outrageous, we should at least settle the grudge between us and Mu Lingfeng!" Seeing Zhang San rushing over, he did not slow down at all and instead sped up by a few steps. His eyes immediately became solemn and filled with caution. A white sword also appeared in his hand.

There was a flash of light on it, making it appear extremely precious. The blade of the sword was filled with a cold light, which was very threatening.

Zhang San wouldn't care if he moved a few steps faster. The huge door was lifted up high in the air and he pounced on the door like a hawk.

A hint of fear appeared in Mo Wuji's eyes, the immense elemental energy in his body was instantly expelled and gathered into the white sword. With a slight raise of his hand, an unfathomable depth was carved into the stage.

Smashing forward, the door slammed into the huge door in Zhang San's hands.

An invisible wave of air exploded from the battling platform. Countless outer sect disciples with lower cultivation than the Altering Muscle stage spat out blood and retreated. Everyone looked at the two people on the battling platform in shock.

Seeing this situation, there was a trace of solemnity in the eyes of countless outer court disciples. The inner court disciples that had come down from the battling platform shouted: "Everyone, attack with all your might and imprison them from the battling platform. Otherwise, who knows how many of them will die today!"

Many inner disciples with powerful cultivations made their moves one after another. A colorful barrier instantly appeared outside of the battling platform, blocking all of the air waves inside.

"I've said it before, anyone who dares to provoke Young Master Mu will die, and you are no exception!" Zhang San seemed to have really become serious. His already big eyes widened even more.

The colorless door also started to turn a little red. Slowly, it started to heat up and his arm turned red. He grabbed the door and started to press down on it.

Under the door, Mo Wuji was sweating profusely and his elemental energy was rapidly depleted. The white sword in his hand also started to bend slowly. From the gap between the door and the white sword, one could see that the white sword was about to crumble.

"You're not in the Essence realm, you're in the Essence Spirit Realm. Who are you, who are you …" Mo Wuji knelt down on one knee, the sweat on his forehead had already gathered into a small stream that flowed down his face and dripped onto the ground.

The fire energy evaporated the water vapor in the surroundings, Zhang Sanguan looked at Mo Wuji who was beneath the door and sneered, "You're right about one thing, but why should I tell you that being a muddle-headed ghost is better. Die!"

The fiery-red door in his hand was instantly pressed down.