Obviously, Sheng Yuanxu wanted to activate his bloodline power to deal with Lin Feng. In the face of Sheng Yuanxu's attack, Lin Feng's expression was indifferent. He quickly rushed forward and sneered. "Do you think you're still qualified to talk to me about fighting to the death?"
Bang!
Lin Feng kicked Sheng Yuanxu's body again.
Sheng Yuanxu, who was activating his bloodline, was abruptly interrupted and coughed up blood.
He suffered a backlash, so his injuries were even more serious than before. Blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, and ears.
The insufferably arrogant Sheng Yuanxu was actually beaten so badly by Lin Feng. This was beyond everyone's expectations.
No one had expected such an outcome.
This caused many people to be incomparably astonished. They simply could not believe their eyes.
The cultivators from the Myriad Races, Extraterritorial Races, and other external forces all looked gloomy. They were all looking forward to seeing Sheng Yuanxu kill Lin Feng.
However, the result was extremely disappointing.
"Well done!"
The cultivators from Nine Provinces were all excited and cheered for Lin Feng.
"Go, all of you go, kill this little bastard for me!"
Sheng Yuanxu roared furiously.
"Do it …"
Shouted the other cultivators of the ten thousand clans, throwing themselves at Lin Feng.
"Hahahaha, your opponent is me …"
The Cursed Doll shouted and pounced on the cultivators from the Myriad Races.
"Cursed Fog, Cursed Fog!"
The Cursed Doll's eerie voice rang out as a large amount of Cursed Fog emanated from its body.
The Cursed Fog was extremely strange and terrifying.
When the cultivators from the Myriad Races came into contact with the Cursed Fog, their bodies began to rot.
The cultivators from the Myriad Races could not resist the corrosion of the Cursed Fog at all.
One by one, they screamed miserably. The Cursed Doll's cultivation was recovering more and more, and its methods were becoming more and more strange. Ordinary cultivators could not deal with the Cursed Doll.
Naturally, the cultivators from the Myriad Races were no match for the Cursed Doll.
Sheng Yuanxu's face turned green when he saw the Myriad Races cultivators being blocked by the Cursed Dolls.
"The Young Master hates it when people act cool in front of me. What qualifications do you have to act cool in front of the Young Master?"
Lin Feng rushed in front of Sheng Yuanxu again and slapped Sheng Yuanxu's face, sending him flying again.
Sheng Yuanxu's face had been slapped by Lin Feng. Now, Sheng Yuanxu was so sullen that he wanted to die. His strength was clearly abnormally strong, but because his body had shrunk, he couldn't use it.
This feeling was worse than death. Right now, Sheng Yuanxu wanted nothing more than to chop Lin Feng into pieces.
Sheng Yuanxu's body was sent flying. At this moment, the effect of the future power of the future chapter of the Great Samsara was about to wear off. Sheng Yuanxu's power began to gradually recover, and his body also began to return to normal.
"Look! His Primordial Energy is recovering!"
"Once Sheng Yuanxu recovers, that brat will be dead for sure …"
"That's right. When enraged, Sheng Yuanxu's battle prowess will be heaven-defying …"
Seeing that Sheng Yuanxu was gradually recovering, the cultivators of the myriad races, extraterrestrial races, and other external forces couldn't help but be delighted.
In those people's eyes, Lin Feng couldn't compete with Sheng Yuan Xu.
Although Lin Feng had one-sidedly suppressed Sheng Yuanxu, it wasn't a reflection of their true strength.
Sheng Yuanxu was thinking the same thing. He could feel his Dharmic powers gradually recovering, and his body was also gradually recovering. He was extremely excited.
He was thinking about how to torture and humiliate Lin Feng after he recovered. Only then would he be able to vent the hatred in his heart.
At this moment, Lin Feng arrived in front of Sheng Yuanxu again and used Eternity Rush on Sheng Yuanxu's body. This was a divine ability recorded in the previous chapter of the Great Samsara Art. Lin Feng was even more proficient in using this divine ability.
Bang!
Sheng Yuanxu was sent flying again.
"Quick, look!"
Shouted a cultivator in shock as he pointed at Sheng Yuanxu.
Everyone looked at Sheng Yuanxu, and the corners of their mouths twitched violently.
Just now, Sheng Yuanxu's body had shrunk to the size of a five-year-old child.
But now, Sheng Yuanxu's body had become extremely old, turning into an extremely old man.
"The Great Samsara Art! Lin Feng must have used the Great Samsara Art. It's said that the Great Samsara Art records the use of the power of the past and the future. It can make people age or shrink in a short time. Regardless of whether they age or shrink, their magic power will decline greatly, and their battle prowess will be at its lowest point! "
Said an extraterrestrial cultivator in a low voice.
His eyes shone when he mentioned the Great Samsara Art. It was definitely a peerless divine ability that could make countless people go crazy.
Such a divine ability could become the foundation of cultivation.
Who wouldn't want such a divine ability?
…
"No wonder his methods are so strange. It's actually the Great Samsara Art. Sheng Yuanxu is so aggrieved. If he had known earlier that the Great Samsara Art was so strange, he would have been on guard against Lin Feng!"
Some of the extraterrestrial cultivators sighed.
"Why is this happening?" Sheng Yuanxu looked at his old body and couldn't help but roar.
It took him a lot of effort to return to normal.
But then, he turned into his current state.
Sheng Yuanxu was so depressed that he was about to die.
"Old fart, eat this young master's fist!"
Lin Feng rushed forward and punched Sheng Yuanxu.
He shouted, "This fist is called the Specialized Old Tortoise Fist!"
Sheng Yuanxu couldn't help but roll his eyes. Who's an old tortoise?
Sheng Yuanxu wanted to quickly retreat to avoid Lin Feng's attack.
He wanted to waste time until his body returned to normal. By the time he returned to normal, he definitely wouldn't be hit a third time.
Dreams were beautiful, but reality was incomparably cruel.
Lin Feng didn't give Sheng Yuanxu a chance at all.
His speed was so fast that he followed Sheng Yuanxu like a shadow. He arrived in front of Sheng Yuanxu in an instant. Then, he punched Sheng Yuanxu's chin.
Crack, crack.
Sheng Yuanxu's chin was shattered by Lin Feng's punch.
As for Sheng Yuanxu, he was sent flying by Lin Feng's punch.
Lin Feng quickly rushed forward, descended from the sky, and stomped on Sheng Yuanxu.
Bang!
His foot ruthlessly stomped on Sheng Yuanxu's body.
With a clang, Sheng Yuanxu's body fell to the ground and was stepped on by Lin Feng.
"Little bastard, just you wait. I'll kill you. I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
Sheng Yuanxu's eyes turned blood-red, and he looked at Lin Feng with hatred.
Lin Feng coldly looked at Sheng Yuanxu and sneered, "You're still so arrogant even though you're a prisoner. Do you really think I won't dare to kill you?"
"I'm a member of the Sacred God Clan. If you know what's good for you, you'll end your life and save your friends and family. If you dare to kill me, not only will you die, but your friends and family and everyone related to you will die!" Sheng Yuanxu laughed maliciously. Who in the Sacred God Clan didn't fear him?
With the Sacred God Clan as his backing, Sheng Yuanxu had nothing to fear.
Puff!
The next moment, blood splattered.
Sheng Yuanxu's head was chopped off by Lin Feng.
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