Published: December 25, 2024
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless attacks collided together, instantly causing massive waves of true power, and the entire square seemed to boil over, with attacks splattering everywhere like raindrops.
Over a hundred Martial Venerables attacking at the same time—what kind of power is this? Even if the people from the Seven Dynasties were strong, it would be difficult for them to withstand it for long. Moreover, while the people from the Seven Dynasties were powerful, they were all on the same level, with no essential difference.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
In just a moment, among the Seven Dynasties, about ten people were blasted apart, turning into a mist of blood, and more than ten others were seriously injured, each of them roaring in agony as they retreated.
At the same time, the remaining liquid in the Demon Pool quickly vanished. Clearly, the martial artists from the ordinary dynasties knew that they were fighting for their lives, so they might as well grab some liquid from the Demon Pool before escaping, making their effort worthwhile.
In an instant, the remaining demon liquid in the pool disappeared, evidently crazily taken by many into their storage rings.
Moreover, the remaining seventy to eighty Demon Crystals were cleaned up by everyone in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a bare pool bottom, without a single drop of demon liquid remaining.
Seeing the demon liquid vanish, the people from the Seven Dynasties became furious. Zhou Zhengshu roared, “Since we gave them face and they are ungrateful, then let’s kill all these damned commoners!”
There was no need for Zhou Zhengshu to speak; the remaining fifty or so martial artists from the Seven Dynasties immediately retaliated.
Among them, Heng Tianxiao dashed into the crowd like a streak of light, rapidly plunging into the throng. Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! The black light darted through the crowd like the Grim Reaper, and in an instant, not a single one among the more than a hundred martial artists—be it a late-stage Sixth-Level Martial Venerable or a half-step Martial King expert—could withstand Heng Tianxiao's momentary onslaught. In a flash, six or seven martial artists screamed as they exploded, directly turning into a mist of blood.
“Ke ke ke, do you think that having numbers means you can resist? Naive! Offending my Seven Dynasties means you all must die.” Heng Tianxiao grinned savagely, his figure darting through the crowd. With each strike, a martial artist fell, as easy as chopping vegetables.
Not only Heng Tianxiao, but also Li Yuancheng, Zhou Zhengshu, and other martial artists also wore furious expressions and charged into the crowd.
As top new talents from the Hundred Dynasties, their strength far surpassed ordinary martial artists. With each strike, a martial artist would fall, and in the blink of an eye, over twenty ordinary dynasty martial artists had perished, with carnage ensuing.
It was clear that both sides had ignited true fire, showing no signs of holding back.
“Kill!”
Among them, more than ten experts from the Da Qian Dynasty focused their gazes on Di Tianyi and Leng Wushuang. They had long been targeting the two, only refraining from striking for the greater good. Now, they rushed towards the two without hesitation.
More than ten martial artists charged at the two, with four leading the charge, all at the half-step Martial King level. As they raised their hands, terrifying true power gathered, transforming into torrents of true power that pressed down upon them.
“Let us see just how strong the so-called martial artists of the Da Qian Dynasty really are!”
Facing the onslaught, Di Tianyi and Leng Wushuang surprisingly did not retreat at all. The two's eyes flashed with fierce light as they leaped into the air together.
Having broken through to the half-step Martial King, their confidence surged, and their fighting spirit erupted.
“Dragon Elephant Power!”
“Wind and Clouds Move!”
Di Tianyi and Leng Wushuang, like two streaks of light, instantly charged into the four half-step Martial Kings.