The Winged Man Race youth coldly looked at Lu Ming.
"I am Mu Yun."
Lu Ming cupped his fists and continued, "Many of my clansmen were killed by Lu Ming and the remnants of the Dragon Race when they entered the Dragon Race's Mother Planet. I've been thinking about taking revenge for them all this time. I can't wait to turn that bastard Lu Ming into ashes."
At this point, Lu Ming's face was filled with murderous intent and he gritted his teeth.
Hearing Lu Ming's words, the Winged Man Race youth's expression became much better.
This was what it meant to have a common enemy.
"Then why did you come looking for us?"
Asked one of the Winged Man Race youth.
"Because I know that many of your Winged Man Race people have also died at the hands of Lu Ming and the remnants of the Dragon Race. You all want to take revenge on them, right? I have an idea. We can find a lot of Dragon Race people from the outside world and use the Illusory Divine Jade to record it and send it to the Illusory Space. Do you think that Lu Ming and the remnants of the Dragon Race will be angered to death when they see it?"
"Although we can't personally kill Lu Ming and the remnants of the Dragon Race, we can still vent the hatred in our hearts, right?"
Said Lu Ming.
The Winged Man Race's geniuses exchanged glances. Lu Ming's idea happened to coincide with theirs.
"If we want to kill the Dragon Race, we can do it ourselves. Why should we cooperate with you? You're just a third-level Divine Lord. What qualifications do you have to cooperate with us?"
Said a Winged Man Race youth with a pair of black wings. His face was filled with disdain.
The aura Lu Ming revealed was that of a third-level Divine Lord.
"Although my cultivation base is only at the third-level Divine Lord realm, my battle strength is far above that. To put it bluntly, I'm afraid that no one here is my match."
Lu Ming said indifferently.
Sometimes, when it was time to be strong, one needed to be strong and let the other party know how powerful he was.
"None of us here are a match for you."
The Winged Man Race youth present looked at each other and then laughed. Their laughter was filled with ridicule.
Lu Ming actually said that no one here was his match?
What a joke.
What a joke.
The sky-prides of the Winged Men Clan present were all top-notch sky-prides of the clan.
A few of them were seventh-level Divine Lords already. There was even an eighth-level Divine Lord. The rest were all fourth-level, fifth-level, and sixth-level Divine Lords. They did not snatch the opportunity to enter the Dragon Clan's Mother Planet previously, but it did not mean that they were weak.
A third-level Divine Lord actually said that no one present was his match. He could battle an eighth-level Divine Lord as a third-level Divine Lord. Moreover, he was a proud son of heaven.
This was the evaluation of Lu Ming by many Winged Men.
"A frog at the bottom of a well, truly laughable."
The black-winged youth directly sneered, "Brat, scram. We don't have time for you."
"If you're scared, then just say it."
Lu Ming said indifferently, looking extremely arrogant.
"What did you say? I'm scared! Haha!"
The black-winged youth laughed maniacally. He laughed so hard that tears almost came out of his eyes.
"Brat, I want to see just how strong you are."
The eyes of the black-winged youth turned cold and murderous.
Since Lu Ming wanted to provoke him, he would give Lu Ming an unforgettable lesson.
Swoosh!
The black-winged youth directly attacked. His palm was like an eagle's claw, grabbing toward Lu Ming. Force howled, the power astonishing.
In an instant, he closed in on Lu Ming.
Only at this time did Lu Ming make his move. His move was very simple, pointing a finger out, pointing toward the other party's palm.
"Courting death!"
Seeing that a third-level Divine Lord trash like Lu Ming actually dared to clash head-on with him, he simply had no idea of life or death.
He had a seventh-level Divine Lord cultivation. He was seriously much stronger than third-level Divine Lords. A casual move could slap a large number of third-level Divine Lords to death.
Forget about third-level Divine Lords, even sixth-level Divine Lords, he would similarly insta-kill them too.
A mere third-level Divine Lord, he seriously did not place him in his sights.
Bang!
The next instant, the two people's attacks collided together.
The instant they collided, the black-winged youth's expression changed, becoming incredulous.
Fresh blood splattered, bones and flesh flying.
His palm was directly pierced through by Lu Ming, a bloody hole appearing.
Swoosh!
The black-winged youth's figure retreated explosively.
"So this is your strength!"
Lu Ming opened his mouth coolly, playing it down but full of mockery.
Each of his cells was filled with taboo power. A casual strike, the power was unimaginable.
In addition, several kinds of finger-type mystic arts were integrated into the cells of his fingers. That strike just now, the finger-type mystic arts already erupted, the power was very terrifying.
"This …"
The surrounding Winged Race youths all opened their eyes wide, very surprised.
A third-level Divine Lord actually injured a seventh-level Divine Lord in one move. This was abnormal, too shocking and terrifying.
Simply inconceivable.
"Damn it, kid, I didn't use much strength at all just now, not even one-tenth of it! Again!"
The black-winged youth roared angrily.
He had indeed only used a trace of strength just now.
In his view, a mere third-level Divine Lord was still someone he could suppress with a flip of his hand. How much strength did he need?
Now, he knew that he was careless.
Bang!
The black-winged youth erupted with thick black light all over his body. His cultivation of a seventh-level Divine Lord completely erupted.
A resplendent battle sword was grasped in his hand.
"Kill!"
The sword light was shocking as it slashed toward Lu Ming, illuminating the starry sky.
Even in the face of the black-winged youth who had erupted with all his strength, Lu Ming's expression was still calm.
He formed a sword with his finger and slashed out.
A terrifying sword light burst out from Lu Ming's finger.
Boom!
The two sword lights collided, and sword qi spread out in all directions. The meteorites under their feet directly exploded and then were cut into ashes by the sword qi.
The other Winged Race prodigies quickly retreated, leaving this area.
The next moment, a figure retreated repeatedly. It was still the black-winged youth.
"That's all you've got? Too weak! Suppress!"
Lu Ming bellowed and dashed toward the other party. He waved his fists continuously, causing the void to vibrate. The terrifying fist pressure was like a violent storm, pressing toward the black-winged youth.
"How is this possible? Damn it!"
The black-winged youth was shocked to the extreme, and at the same time, he was furious. He erupted with all his strength to resist Lu Ming.
But it was destined to be futile.
Boom! Boom!
The two of them exchanged several moves, and the black-winged youth was completely suppressed. He wasn't a match at all.
Bang!
Lu Ming's fist struck his wing. His wing was broken, and black feathers fluttered.
Then, Lu Ming's fist struck his chest. A large hole appeared in his chest, and his bones broke. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
He retreated, smashing through several meteorites. He vomited large mouthfuls of blood. He was heavily injured.
Of course, this was the result of Lu Ming showing mercy. Otherwise, he would have already been killed.
Si! Si!
The sound of gasps rang out. The other Winged Race prodigies were filled with shock.
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