Pill God Returns

"I hope so."

As a Pill God, Wu Chen had no doubts about his own talent. As long as he had enough time, he would be able to quickly become stronger and become a peerless expert.

The three chatted as they ate. Soon, they became familiar with each other.

"Yo, aren't those two trash from the mortal world?"

Suddenly, an unfriendly voice came over. Wu Chen raised his head, the three of them were young men around the same age as Yang Kun, and as for cultivation, two of them were Fourth Empyrean of True Martial Stage, and the other one was Fifth Empyrean of True Martial Stage.

"Liu Board, what are you guys doing here?"

Seeing these three young men, Yang Kun and Zhao Peng obviously knew who they were.

His cultivation is Fourth Empyrean of True Martial Stage, he glanced at Wu Chen and the others, and said: "Hehe, as expected of trash, only worthy to be together with trash."

He could immediately tell that Wu Chen's cultivation level was only at Third Empyreans Of the Genuine Martial Stage, so this kind of person, in his eyes, was no different from trash.

Being called a piece of trash, even if we were clay people, they would still have a certain temper. Zhao Peng said: "Liu Qing, even though you kept saying that we are trash, but I think you are a genius too."

He knew that these three people came from a country called the Holy Light Empire, and this Holy Light Empire was not a nation of mortals. Rather, it was a Great Empire within the Beechen's World, which was extremely powerful.

Compared to ordinary nations, they received even more resources because they had the support of Beichen House behind their backs. Beichen House gave this kind of nation a lot of preferential treatment, and once these empires had some outstanding geniuses, they would all send them to the Beichen House to study in depth once they reached the standards of a new disciple in the Beichen House, striving to become even more powerful.

In the secular world, there was only one way for Genius s to enter the Beichen House, and that was to use Competition of Multi Kingdoms. Furthermore, there was a limit to the age, time, and other conditions; for example, Fifth Prince's older brother, the Third Prince s, because he had surpassed the age limit, were unable to participate in the Competition of Multi Kingdoms.

But, the countries in the Beechen's World were different. As long as one's cultivation reached the standard, they could be sent in, and they wouldn't have to wait for a specific time to have the chance to enter.

It was precisely because of the strong support from the Beichen House that there was a wave of arrogance pervading the people from these nations, which was that they looked down upon people like Wu Chen who had come in through the Competition of Multi Kingdoms from the secular world.

"Oh, you're not admitting to calling you trash." Liu Ge sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

Zhao Peng could not help but clench his fist. He was still considered a genius, and had to undergo a harsh competition in Competition of Multi Kingdoms to be able to enter the Beichen House. All these people had relied on Beichen House to enter, and obtained some preferential treatment.

"Zhao Peng, don't bother with them, let's go."

Yang Kun was not willing to speak any further with these people. He stood up and turned to leave, since he had finished his meal, there was no need to stay any longer.

Zhao Peng looked at them, and felt that there was no need to argue with them. These people looked down on them, the people who had passed the examinations in the mortal world, and they could not see clearly the people who raised them and lived in luxury since they were young.

"Yes, Wu Chen, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Wu Chen up and turned to leave as well.

"Stop, did I let you leave?"

Liu Biao raised an arm to stop them, preventing them from leaving.

At this moment, quite a number of people had already noticed what was happening on the other side. They all cast gazes over and revealed expressions of watching a good show. However, they did not have any intention of coming forward to mediate.

"Liu Board, what's the meaning of this?"

Seeing this arm, the complexions of Zhao Peng and Yang Kun both darkened, their hearts filled with displeasure.

"What is it? The three of you immediately call yourselves trash and say it a hundred times. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving today. "

"What?"

Zhao Peng and Yang Kun clenched their fists tightly, feeling exceptionally angry in their hearts. This fellow was really going too far, to actually ask them to call themselves trash, it was simply a great humiliation to them.

Wu Chen looked at Liu Board and gently shook his head as he sighed.

"Brat, what do you mean by shaking your head and sighing?"

Liu Qing looked at Wu Chen. A cultivator with only a cultivation level of Third Empyreans Of the Genuine Martial Stage, in their eyes, was no different than trash.

Wu Chen did not say anything, there was no need to lower himself to this brat's level.

But, what he did not say, ignited even more of Liu Qing's anger. From his perspective, Wu Chen was obviously looking down on him, and did not even put him in his eyes.

"Brat, it seems like you won't cry until you see the coffin. Since it's like this, I'll grant your wish."

Liu Qing shouted angrily, his right arm shook, and instantly swept out, bringing along a terrifying might, as he directly rushed towards Wu Chen.

Other people might not know Wu Chen, but they were extremely clear that although Wu Chen looked like he was only a Third Empyreans Of the Genuine Martial Stage on the surface, his strength was extremely strong. Even was not his opponent, let alone a Liu Board.

"Lose."

Liu Qing's arm trembled as he released a palm that came straight at Wu Chen's face. It was obvious that he wanted to slap Wu Chen in the face, and if he could not dodge or get hit, Wu Chen would lose a lot of face today.

Wu Chen raised his head slightly, looked at him, and smiled faintly. Since this fellow wanted to slap his face, then let him see what a true slap to the face was.

Bang!

Wu Chen raised his hand and directly slapped out. Then, everyone saw that when Liu Biao's attack landed on Wu Chen, it was actually deflected by the impact, and then, Wu Chen raised his palm, as a fierce slap swept over it.

"Ah!"

Liu Ge screamed as he was sent flying with a slap. He fell to the ground and touched his face with his right hand. The pain was extremely painful.

"What?"

Countless pairs of eyes widened in disbelief.