Japan's Saburo Irinabata sneered, full of contempt for the Cardinal, and claimed to be the strongest cardinal in Europe. How could he be so scared when facing Zhang Muyang's look? How could he be so shameful? He claimed to restore the glory of the sun never set. Such a performance was simply a shame. He subconsciously held up his back, and with the backing and cautious cardinal, he wanted to prove to the Americans that if he could fight or the Japanese were powerful, he wanted to let the monks in the world see that Japan was still the Great Japanese Empire. In the era of spiritual energy revival, the Japanese Empire would stand on the top of the world again. Today is his Battle of Fame.

Perhaps it was because they decided that Zhang Muyang would be killed under the siege today, or they wanted to prepare more fully, so no one was in a hurry to take action. Everyone came out to show their presence and shouted that next year was Zhang Muyang's death day. They all wanted to show their figure on the stage of the world. There were also many people who looked down on Zhang Muyang. They believed that Zhang Muyang, a young man, was not worthy of being together for so many of them. If it weren't for the Americans, they wouldn't have been wasted time here.

Unlike the various expressions of the people around him, Zhang Muyang leaned forward slightly, with a smile on his face. When he looked at it seriously, he always felt a vague smile on his face. If someone familiar with him was present, he would definitely understand that this was a sign that Zhang Muyang was about to take action.

"Since you don't do anything, I'm welcome. I'm still in a hurry to be born."

"Haha, now, Zhang Muyang, do you have time to think about the so-called spiritual treasure?" An old man who didn't know which force it was finally unable to hold back his actions. After the wooden stick in his hand gently knocked on the ground, some huge vines broke out from the ground and rushed straight towards Zhang Muyang.

Just when the vines as thick as a bowl were about to tie up Zhang Muyang, he made a move. Zhang Muyang gently raised his palm and then gently pressed the old man who was taking action first.

"puff!"

A stream of blood exploded, and under everyone's attention, the old man who took action was poked by Zhang Muyang with one finger. Even though he stood dozens of meters away from Zhang Muyang, even if he was under the protection of the formation, he was so easy to kill by Zhang Muyang.

No one said anything. Their eyes were terrible. I don't know if they were indifferent to the old man's sudden explosion, or were they scared by Zhang Muyang's murder of breaking their formation so casually.

At this moment, time seemed to solidify, and the atmosphere was terrible.

After the next moment, Robert realized that he was the temporary leader of these people and relied on not only the strong backstage of the United States, but his own strength was naturally quite good.

So he started to do it, to be precise, he started to speak first.

"What are you waiting for? Let's kill him together." He spoke in English, and most people understood it. Although the foreigners from all corners did not understand English, they also understood his meaning very well.

However, just as everyone took action, Zhang Muyang moved again. He still stood his palm out of thin air and slowly clamped his fists towards Robert who was still screaming. Robert, who was dozens of meters away from Zhang Muyang, only felt a sense of real oppression coming from his chest.

Robert was startled and whispered. The light in front of him suddenly flashed, forming layers of light curtains, as if he wanted to block the sense of oppression. However, at this moment, a jade-like palm in his eyes was coming towards him. The protective cover that was still bright just now was shattered after the jade hand gently touched it. It was like broken glass.

Following his body, his neck seemed to be tightly stuck with his hands, and then slowly lifted him up.

"Um...um..."

Robert struggled desperately. He could never have imagined what kind of magical power Zhang Muyang used to ignore the formation they had worked hard to break the protective cover net that he had once proud of.

Now he only felt that he was strangled to his throat, and his whole body was under tremendous pressure, as if he was being sandwiched in the center by two huge stone slabs. It seemed that in the next second, he would burst all over his body like the old man who was killed just now.

"Wow……"

Robert spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body turned into a pile of meat and fell to the ground without resurrection. He was still in awe just now, imagining how many honors he would have, how many people would worship him, and how many opportunities he would have, now he has become a pile of mud.

Just after Robert died, the monks who participated in the besieging Zhang Muyang this time finally began to take action. Although they had discussed it before sieging Zhang Muyang, they lacked understanding of Zhang Muyang's power, and their arrogance, except for the useless formation for Zhang Muyang, they did not make much preparations. All the arguments were allocated to the treasures on him after Zhang Muyang died.

So this caused that although they were crowded with people and various moves came in a row when they took action, the actual effect was not very good. Not to mention that Zhang Muyang has successfully practiced the "Nine Turns of the Profound Kung Fu" to the third turning point, even before he broke through, he was sure to escape from the siege of these people.

"Abulika, Zeliboo."

A monk who looked like a third brother was dressed up, and after chanting a spell, a king cobra the size of a tourist bus winded out from his cuff. Zhang Muyang was no stranger to this move. When he killed the monk Ah Sanguo who had killed before, someone used this move, but the ending was so tragic that he was killed by Zhang Muyang in a blink of an eye.

The situation is still the same now. When Zhang Muyang saw the strange snake rushing towards him, his aura suddenly rose. He just now turned his betrayal in the blink of an eye and began to retaliate against the San of Yin Guo who summoned it.

"Ah...ah..."

After two consecutive screams, Ah San became the food for the king cobra he had kept.

Zhang Muyang curled his lips and said, "I dare to show off if I don't eat the snake."
Chapter completed!