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An Zheng had wasted a lot of Cultivation Power on the battle between him and Bai Xiaochi, and An Zheng had been fighting for a long time already. Moreover, he had even used a forbidden technique that used up a lot of Cultivation Power.

But just as An Zheng was about to return to Chang Deng City, a group of Youguo people rushed over.

An Zheng stretched his limbs, looked at the enemy that was quickly approaching, and the corner of his mouth raised. It was just a battle!

He summoned the Broken Army from the Blood Pearl Bracelet. As he walked past a group of enemies by himself, the figure looked so grand.

“Kill him!”

The face of the lead divinity Scholar immediately changed the moment he saw An Zheng, because he saw that An Zheng did not see him. This was enough to explain the situation. Bai Xiaochi was the sect master’s most treasured disciple, and now that Bai Xiaochi was dead, he had no way to explain himself in front of the sect master.

The moment he shouted about killing him, he realized that An Zheng was already in his group.

Even if An Zheng was already very tired, even if he had used up a lot of Cultivation Power s.

Witu sound, the Holy Fish Scale s that were flying over cut a cultivator from the divinity in half at the waist. As his blood splashed in the air, An Zheng’s body charged over like lightning. The crowd moved so quickly that the cultivators of Youguo did not even have time to react.

More and more corpses fell in front of An Zheng, and the amount of blood that sprinkled onto his body also increased. He was like a god of death, harvesting life in the blood.

The expression on the face of the seating Murong Yuanlai of the divinity grew more and more unsightly. In all these years, An Zheng was the first person to stir up such a strong killing intent in him. Murong Yuanlai was different from Bai Xiaochi. He waerson who was nurtured by the divinity, and from a young age, he received strict instruction from the divinity. How much had he experienced in his forty-nine years in the martial arts world?

Sucerson had long since mastered how to control his desires, and he knew how to survive even earlier than most people. But this time, he knew he was in big trouble. With Bai Xiaochi dead, the ever-temperamental Lord Sect Master of divinity would never let him go. If he were to capture Bai Xiaochi’s killer and bring him back, he might have a slim chance of survival. Dead or alive, they had to be brought back.

When An Zheng flipped the cultivators in front of him over, he felhreat from behind him. Just like killing intent, many people thought that prediction of death was nonsense. However, in reality, anyone who was close to death would know that in the instant before death, they would feel a strange chill. It was an instant, but no one cared.

But An Zheng was different, he immediately reacted. The eighteen Holy Fish Scale s immediately formed a protective layer around him, and in an instant, the Holy Fish Scale s gathered together, forming a square metal box that protected An Zheng completely. It was also at this moment that danger arrived.

The fist.

It was an incomparably shocking fist, huge and terrifying.

Murong Yuanlai was still a hundred meters away, his fist had already arrived. Those who were familiar with Murong Yuanlai had a feeling that Murong Yuanlai was a monster, and also an anomaly. In this world, Murong Yuanlai was probably the only cultivator who refined his own body into a magical equipment. This waerson that would make him want to kill someone, and he would do everything in his power to kill that person. Until now, there was only one person that Murong Yuanlai had always wanted to kill but did not dare to.

That is the current Sect Leader of the divinity … Xing Nameless.

Those people who had entered the divinity with Murong Yuanlai back then were all once placed high hopes. They were chosen by the divinity when they were still young, and unexpectedly saw the Great Sect Master of the divinity. It was also on that day that Sect Master Xing Wu told them that the future Sect Leader of the divinity would be chosen from among them. This was because they were all carefully selected by the divinity. From that day onwards, Murong Yuanlai and the others had always felt that they would definitely become the new sect master of the divinity.

Just because of Xing Wu Ming’s promise, for all these years, Murong Yuanlai had never regretted doing anything for the divinity. In forty-nine years, he finally became one of the saints within the divinity. However … Bai Xiaochi appeared.

Bai Xiaochi used half a month’s time to accomplish what Murong Yuanlai had to do at forty-nine years of age to become a Seat. He even did something that Murong Yuanlai couldn’t do, and became the successor of Xing Nameless.

From that moment onwards, Murong Yuanlai wanted to kill Xing Wu Ming. Even Murong Yuanlai himself thought it was strange that he did not have the slightest intention to kill Bai Xiaochi. Maybe it was because Bai Xiaochi was the kind of person who was born to be a leader.

Bai Xiaochi was dead. Murong Yuanlai knew that if he wanted to live, his only chance was to bring back the person who killed Bai Xiaochi.

Thus, from the moment he had attacked, he hadn’t held back at all. He was going all out!

His fist was his greatest reliance.

What was even more terrifying was that his fist did not just materialize. His arms stretched out foundred meters, and his arms basically only stretched out for a long time without any major changes. His fists, on the other hand, turned into a round, pitch-black ball that was a meter in size.

Witong sound, that fist heavily smashed onto the Holy Fish Scale, causing the protective shell formed by the Holy Fish Scale to fly for at least two kilometers with An Zheng!

Along the way, a deep ravine was left behind wherever the Holy Fish Scale passed. It looked like an arrow that had been shot, a thousand meters away. The Holy Fish Scale broke countless big trees, leaving a thousand-meter wide ditch on the ground. But this was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that the Holy Fish Scale’s scars were black, and the soil seemed to have become charred.

The broken trees were instantly turned into black ashes.

The force had almost penetrated through the Holy Fish Scale, causing An Zheng to feel suffocated. that waype of Cultivation Power that An Zheng had never seen before, with an aura of death. If it was said that Bai Xiaochi’s Blood Curse had made him feel the existence of hell, then Murong Yuanlai’s Cultivation Power was the power of death. This strangeness and terror of the divinity caused An Zheng to experience it a little more.

Murong Yuanlai’s two arms grew longer, reaching a hundred meters, and his body was supported by two arms aundred meters in the air. Looking from afar, his arms were more like two slender legs. However, this way, his speed would reach its limit. His two arms moved as though they were stepping back, and he moved several hundred meters with a single movement.

Moreover, when he moved, even if one of his arms supported his body while the other one was used to attack, there would not be any imbalance. He put one hand on the ground and swung his other arm in a full circle before slamming it down. That hundred-meter-long arm swung around, transforming inting of light that gave off the impression of a giant Ferris Wheel.

A huge fist ruthlessly smashed down. Before An Zheng could react to the Holy Fish Scale seed, the terrifying power on his fist attacked again.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The Holy Fish Scale was smashed deep into the ground, and it was unknown how many meters it went down.

A few seconds later, a stream of water shot out of the deep hole, gushing out like a fountain. Even the water was black.

Although An Zheng was within the Holy Fish Scale, the Holy Fish Scale was still his eyes and ears, and he could clearly sense the strange cultivation level of the divinity’s Si Seat. Cultivators all knew that the Sumeru Stage could control the air and the Captive Stage could take form. When one reached the Lower Completion Stage, a qualitative change would occur in the Cultivation Power. From the enemy’s performance just now, he seemed more like a cultivator with Captive Stage, using the simplest form transformation technique.

However, this sort of transformation was undoubtedly terrifying. When a person focuses on one thing, he can make it perfect.

From this, it could be seen how stubborn and hardworking Murong Yuanlai was. He had transformed his body into a magic tool, and this magic tool’s trigger point was to take form. Murong Yuanlai once said that the reason why he refined his own body into a Spirit Weapon was because he firmly believed that his own body would be the most obedient. There was nothing comparable to a body. With jushought, the first reaction would always be the body.

And on the body, the most nimble, the most free hands.

An Zheng’s mind raced as he thought about how he could break this terrifying attack. The opponent did not have any magic tools, but he was even more terrifying than the majority of cultivators in this world who had magic tools. The most direct force on his fist was already hard to sustain, and with the mysterious aura of death, it became even more difficult to deal with.

Holy Fish Scale had an absolute defense, but what was the armor afraid of?

The last piece of armor could not be cut through. However, if the opponent used a heavy weapon like a sledgehammer, it wouldn’t damage the armor, but the strength could ignore the defense of the armor. There was almost nothing in An Zheng’s Holy Fish Scale that could destroy it, but the power could penetrate it.

If only he could use the Heavenly Thunder of Nine Suns again.

An Zheng felt that he only had Cultivation Power left, and was no longer able to use it again.

Just as An Zheng was pondering about all these, that enormous palm had already extended directly from the ground tundred meters below the ground.

An Zheng opened the Holy Fish Scale and went outside with the huge hand that held the Holy Fish Scale, while An Zheng took this opportunity to rush towards Murong Yuanlai who was high up in the sky. But when An Zheng rushed over, he finally realised why the enemy was able to extend both of his arms so long.

Those two arms were so long that even if An Zheng wanted to attack, he couldn’t, because the distance was long enough for the opponent to notice him. However, An Zheng had two Twin Life Trees.

In an instant, An Zheng appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai, and punched towards his face. Murong Yuanlai’s two arms stretched out, one hand supporting the ground, the other grabbing onto An Zheng’s Holy Fish Scale. Therefore, he could no longer defend against An Zheng’s fist.

But he could.

Murong Yuanlai’s two collarbones suddenly broke through his skin and stuck out from his body. The two collarbones turned into two spikes, intersecting each other in front of him like two iron rod s. With a dang sound, An Zheng’s fist heavily smashed into the two clavicles, causing his body to immediately fall backwards.

However, he was at sucigh altitude that it would take a long time for him to fall to the ground. By then, he had already reacted. He was like a man who didn’t want to fall down, and he actually bounced back, giving him even more strength when he bounced back.

Those two collarbones pierced towards An Zheng’s eyes like crafty thorns.

An Zheng’s body suddenly disappeared, reappeared behind Murong Yuanlai, and smashed towards the back of his head with a fist.

But the most terrifying thing was that Murong Yuanlai’s body had completely changed. The back of his skull stretched out from his flesh and formed a shield. An Zheng’s fist struck the shield, causing Murong Yuanlai to fall forward once again, but very quickly he bounced back. The moment he bounced back, his ribs extended out from his body, and shot towards An Zheng like a javelin.