No one would have thought that a young monk would jump out at this moment. Everyone's gaze fell on Tyrant, including Zuo Ling Er and the rest of the Zuo family, Kong Yan and the others, especially the Ninth Grade Combat King who was still stepping on the head of Great Master Ran Feng's statue.
The Kong family's attention was on the Zuo family and Abbot Yuan Ming. They didn't put the other monks in their eyes. In their eyes, these monks were waiting to be slaughtered. Today, someone wanted to destroy the statue of Great Master Ran Feng, so the angriest ones should be Abbot Yuan Ming and the Zuo family. However, they didn't expect a young monk to have such a strong reaction. What was even more shocking was the monk's cultivation. The Qi that was released from his body had reached the Ninth Grade Combat King.
"Great! I didn't expect such a genius to be hiding in such a small temple. He has reached the Ninth Grade Combat King at such a young age. It seems like the Zuo family has a strong foundation. Unfortunately, all of you are going to die today. Yuan Yang City is destined to belong to the Kong family."
Kong Yan said with a cold smile.
Tyrant didn't even look at Kong Yan. His eyes were filled with anger as he stared at the bastard who was stepping on his master's statue. He swore that he would make this bastard die a horrible death.
"Haha! Little monk, it's just a statue. Why are you so agitated? I can crush the head of this statue with just a kick."
The Ninth Grade Combat King laughed. He started to rub his feet, causing the statue to make a cracking sound. It seemed like it was going to shatter at any time.
Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog shook their heads helplessly. They felt pity for the Ninth Grade Combat King. This guy was finished. No one in this world could save him.
"Courting death!"
Tyrant was enraged, he had never felt this way before. He turned into a golden light and dashed forward. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the Ninth Grade Combat King. An illusory Buddha's Palm was struck. The Ninth Grade Combat King's facial expression changed drastically. He didn't expect his opponent to be so fast and powerful. He felt that even if he used all his strength, this palm was enough to turn him into a meat patty.
Kacha!
Tyrant didn't kill him with a single slap. His illusory hand grabbed the neck of the Ninth Grade Combat King and pulled him down from the statue. Tyrant was like a mad ancient beast, both of his hands clasped the man's shoulders tightly.
"You dare to blaspheme my master? Die!"
Both of Tyrant's hands had the strength of ten thousand jin. With a 'Chi La' sound, everyone saw a bloody scene. The Ninth Grade Combat King couldn't resist Tyrant's attack at all. His body was torn into two halves by Tyrant. Blood gushed out and his internal organs were scattered on the floor of the palace.
Hiss ~
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Even Yuan Ming and Yuan Tong had their eyes wide open. This little monk was truly too ferocious. When he killed, he didn't have the bearing of a senior monk. He was even more savage than a fiend, tearing people in half. This kind of murderous nature was truly horrifying.
Yuan Ming couldn't believe that the little monk who looked like a senior monk yesterday would be so brutal and overbearing when he attacked. However, he and Yuan Tong understood why Tyrant was so angry. It was because the man under his feet was Great Master Ran Feng, his respected master. If this wasn't courting death, then what was?
However, they didn't expect Tyrant's combat strength to be so strong. He was a Ninth Grade Combat King, and his opponent was also a Ninth Grade Combat King. Both of them were Ninth Grade Combat Kings, but the gap between them wasn't small.
The people of the Zuo family had their mouths wide open. They were very familiar with Ran Feng Temple, but they didn't know when such a heaven-defying little monk came to this place. Judging from the way he attacked, even the number one genius of the Zuo family, Zuo Ling Er, wouldn't be a match for this little monk.
"Bastard! Raze this place to the ground and break that statue!"
Kong Yan was furious. The little monk's attack was too fast, he didn't even have the chance to rescue his master. The one who was killed was a Ninth Grade Combat King of the Kong family. He was ordered to ambush the enemy, but before he could kill the enemy, he had already lost a Ninth Grade Combat King. How could he not be angry?
"Break the statue? You have blasphemed my master's prestige. Today, none of you will leave. Use your lives as an apology to my master. "
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Tyrant's voice was incomparably cold. His whole body was filled with murderous intent. He was completely enraged today. Tyrant would kill without blinking an eye. Now that his master's prestige had been damaged, he couldn't accept it. He would never allow the temple to be destroyed, and he wouldn't allow anyone to touch his master's statue.
"I will kill you first, little monk."
Kong Yan was the first to rage. He dashed towards Tyrant. His movement was fast, but someone else's was faster. A white-clothed youth appeared in front of Kong Yan like a ghost.
"If you want to kill him, you will have to get past me first."
The white-clothed youth was none other than Jiang Chen. He was nineteen years old now, and had grown from a teenager to a young man. His heroic spirit was bursting.
"Courting death."
Kong Yan didn't put Jiang Chen in his eyes. He had no reason to care about an Eighth Grade Combat King. He casually struck out a palm, a strong wind tore through the void, slapping towards Jiang Chen.
In the face of such a powerful attack, Jiang Chen punched out casually, colliding with Kong Yan's attack. With a loud bang, a deep crack was formed in the void. Jiang Chen stood still at his original spot, while Kong Yan was forced to take three steps back before he could regain his balance. Edited by: Lifer, Fingerfox
"What?"
Kong Yan exclaimed. His eyes widened as he stared at the white-clothed youth, as if he was looking at a ghost. Both parties who were prepared for a fierce battle turned to look at them in horror. None of them could believe their own eyes.
"Who is this guy? He is merely an Eighth Grade Combat King, but he is able to force a First Grade Combat Emperor back with a single punch. Who is he? Why is he here in the temple? "
The people of the Zuo family were shocked. The appearance of the terrifying little monk had already made them lose their calm. They didn't expect that an unknown youth would be more terrifying than the monk.
"He is so powerful."
Zuo Ling Er's mouth was slightly opened. She saw Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog the moment she entered the temple, but she didn't pay much attention to them. She thought that they were just ordinary guests, but she didn't expect them to be so powerful.
The ones who were shocked the most were Yuan Ming and Yuan Tong. They were focused on Tyrant yesterday, completely ignoring Jiang Chen and Da Huang Dog. They didn't know that Jiang Chen was the scariest among them. No wonder Tyrant had to wait for Jiang Chen's signal yesterday. It turned out that this young man was the strongest among the three of them.
Jiang Chen had killed a First Grade Combat Emperor when he was still a Seventh Grade Combat King. Now that he was an Eighth Grade Combat King, killing a First Grade Combat King was a piece of cake for him. As a matter of fact, although Tyrant wasn't as monstrous and terrifying as Jiang Chen, he was still strong enough to deal with a First Grade Combat Emperor. However, today, the opponents were very aggressive and their formation was very strong. Jiang Chen didn't want to waste any more time and decisively took action to stop the First Grade Combat Emperor. As for the rest of them, with Tyrant and Zuo Ling Er here, no matter how many Ninth Grade Combat Kings there were, they wouldn't be able to kill them all. Besides, Da Huang Dog wasn't someone who could be easily provoked.
"Young master, this is a battle between the Kong family and the Zuo family. I hope you won't interfere."
Kong Yan looked at Jiang Chen and said.
"I don't care about the battle between the Zuo family and the Kong family, I have no interest in it, but I can't do that in this temple. If you dare to touch even a single flower or grass here, I will take your life."
Jiang Chen said. The dragon scales on his palm flickered. He grabbed forward and struck the True Dragon Palm at Kong Yan.
"Rock Shattering Palm!"
Kong Yan shouted and struck out a sharp palm strike. His eyes were filled with anger. He didn't believe that he, a First Grade Combat Emperor, couldn't defeat an Eighth Grade Combat King.
* Hong Long *
Unfortunately, after the collision between the True Dragon Palm and Kong Yan's Rock Shattering Palm, Kong Yan's eyes were filled with fear. The combat skill that he was so proud of couldn't even withstand a single strike from his opponent. It was easily destroyed. The aftershock of his opponent's dragon claw was like a huge mountain. Kong Yan was sent flying more than thirty meters away before he could stabilize his body. Kong Yan felt that his blood and Qi were tumbling inside his body, it was indescribably uncomfortable.
"Kill them all! Don't let any of them escape!"
At this time, Zuo Ling Er suddenly shouted. Her petite body was the first to attack one of the Ninth Grade Combat Kings.
Kill!
The people of the Zuo family shouted in unison. They were extremely excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Of course, they had to be excited. They thought that they were doomed today. The Kong family's camp was too strong. There was also a Combat Emperor who had set up an inescapable net, sealing the entire area. If there were no accidents, Zuo Ling Er would die, the temple would be destroyed, and all of them would die. However, they didn't expect that two monstrous geniuses would appear out of nowhere. One of them could even force a Combat Emperor to retreat.
* Hong Long *
A fierce battle broke out in an instant. The Combat Kings from both sides unleashed their skills to kill each other. Da Huang Dog and Tyrant had set up a layer of seal, sealing the statue of Great Master Ran Feng. As for the temple, it was afraid that it would be completely destroyed. With so many experts fighting, even if there were ten temples, they would be completely destroyed.
"Argh …"
Along with a shrill scream, a Ninth Grade Combat King died in the hands of Zuo Ling Er. Zuo Ling Er's fist had smashed the opponent's skull. She was as brutal and overbearing as Tyrant. This girl seemed to have an endless amount of brute force. She had a rare special physique that made her as strong as a mountain. It was hard for her to find an opponent who was at the same level as her, not even a Ninth Grade Combat King was her opponent.
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