Chapter 569
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Flood Prison made his move.
He struck out with his palm. The moment his palm was formed, countless black fog appeared around him.
This black fog was not a Demonic Will, but something even more sinister, something extremely evil.
Surrounded by the black fog, Flood Prison struck out with his palm. Countless people felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this scene, as if they had fallen into an incomparable fear.
"Purgatory Demonic Palm!"
Beside Chu Fengmian, Bai Xuan's expression changed when she saw the palm strike.
"This is Flood Prison's ultimate skill. It is said that he once had a great adventure in the Void Ocean and learned the Purgatory Demonic Technique. This Purgatory Demonic Technique is even more terrifying than the Eternal Demon Domain. Once it is used, one will be tortured to death by endless pain!"
Once the Purgatory Demonic Palm struck a martial artist's body, they would suffer endless pain.
This pain was enough to make many martial artists with weak wills die from the pain.
The pain of the Purgatory Demonic Technique was not only physical, but also spiritual. Even a Saint would not be able to withstand it.
"Brat, prepare to suffer endless pain. I will make you beg for death!"
Flood Prison smiled malevolently. He wanted to use the Purgatory Demonic Technique to thoroughly torture Chu Fengmian.
"How dare you show off in front of me after knowing some trash demonic techniques?"
Chu Fengmian looked at Flood Prison's palm strike with an extremely calm expression.
"Little demonic technique. Break!"
"Roar!"
Chu Fengmian spat out a word indifferently. A dragon's roar suddenly resounded.
The dragon's roar contained the purest dragon might of the War Dragon. The power of the Ancient War Dragon could restrain all evils.
The Purgatory Demonic Technique could not escape the possibility of being restrained.
Although the Purgatory Demonic Technique was powerful, it was not very effective in front of Chu Fengmian's War Dragon Might.
Along with the dragon's roar …
The palm strike formed by Flood Prison's Purgatory Demonic Technique immediately dissipated. All the power contained within it was directly neutralized.
All the surrounding martial artists were shocked.
Flood Prison had not shown any mercy when he attacked. Instead, it could be said that he had used his full strength, including the Purgatory Demonic Technique.
At the very least, he intended to kill Chu Fengmian with this move.
Among the Divine Power Realm martialists in the Void Ocean, there were less than ten people who could block this Purgatory Demonic Palm. Many of them had to pay a great price to block it.
Just like that, a single word from his mouth was enough to dissolve the power of the Purgatory Demonic Palm.
This was simply unheard of and unseen.
"Where did this person come from? First, he defeated Ouyang Lie and extracted Ouyang Lie's Saint blood essence. Now, he's strong enough to contend against Flood Prison! "
"We've never heard of such a person in the Northern Region."
"To be able to contend against Flood Prison, this person's strength is indeed terrifying."
"However, the fact that he was able to neutralize Flood Prison's Inferno Hell Devil Art isn't because of how powerful he is. Rather, it's because his cultivation technique seems to be able to neutralize Flood Prison's Inferno Hell Devil Art."
"Let's wait and see. Flood Prison's strength is not that simple. He is a major character of the Heavenly Alliance. Even if he does not possess the Purgatory Demonic Art, he is still a major character."
This short exchange of blows caused countless discussions.
A major character of the Heavenly Alliance like Flood Prison rarely took action. No one had expected that Chu Fengmian would be able to withstand his attack. This greatly surprised countless people.
However, no one was optimistic about Chu Fengmian's strength. Flood Prison's strength was not as simple as it seemed. Although the Purgatory Demonic Art was restrained, Flood Prison was still a terrifying character even without using the Purgatory Demonic Art.
In everyone's opinion, how many moves could Chu Fengmian withstand from Flood Prison?
"Dragon Clan's Martial Technique?"
Flood Prison instantly understood when he saw Flood Prison's Inferno Hell Devil Art being neutralized.
The Dragon Clan's Martial Technique was indeed extremely restrained against all demonic techniques.
His Purgatory Demonic Art was indeed naturally restrained by the Dragon Clan's Martial Technique.
Chu Fengmian looked at Flood Prison and shook his head. His eyes were filled with disdain.
"Is this all the strength of the Heavenly Alliance's people? That's a little disappointing. "
"Arrogant!"
Flood Prison suddenly roared when he heard Chu Fengmian's words. His tone was filled with murderous intent.
"Boy, it seems like you've really had some fortuitous encounters. So what if you know some Dragon Clan's Martial Technique? Even without the Purgatory Demonic Art, you're just an ant in front of me! "
"Army!"
Suddenly, a pitch-black stick condensed in Flood Prison's hand.
The pitch-black stick appeared out of nowhere and smashed towards Chu Fengmian.
Although this strike seemed ordinary, it was actually split into thousands and thousands of phantoms.
Each of the phantoms was illusory, making it hard to tell whether they were real or fake.
"Three thousand phantoms! Flood Prison's Army Dao! It has reached such a level. Each of the three thousand phantoms is half real and half fake. Each of them could be real! If you want to resist it, you must resist all three thousand phantoms! "
Everyone was shocked when they saw Flood Prison's means.
This move was indeed very powerful. Unless one could resist all three thousand phantoms at the same time, one would be besieged.
In a confrontation of this level, falling into a disadvantageous position was like being consigned to eternal damnation. It was very difficult to turn the tables, and one could only be defeated.
"Boy, you've infuriated me. Now, you'll pay the price for my anger! Die! "
Flood Prison roared ferociously. The three thousand black stick phantoms fell at the same time.
"Three thousand phantoms? How dare you talk nonsense? Ridiculous! "
Chu Fengmian strode forward. Facing the three thousand black stick phantoms, he did not dodge. Instead, he met them head-on.
"What is he going to do?"
"Is he going to resist the three thousand phantoms?"
"This man is courting death! It's hard to escape from the three thousand phantoms. How can he resist the three thousand with his own strength? "
Facing the three thousand phantoms, ordinary people would only think of running away.
They would try to avoid facing the phantoms as much as possible.
This kind of head-on confrontation was simply a madman's behavior.
Even Elder Li furrowed his brows.
He knew about Flood Prison's three thousand phantoms. The most powerful part of this move was the frontal attack.
Facing the three thousand phantoms head-on.
A Divine Power Realm martial artist.
He would die!
"Sword!"
Everyone looked at Chu Fengmian, feeling that he would be smashed into meat paste by the three thousand phantoms in the next moment.
Chu Fengmian called out softly. In his hand was a sword condensed from sword intent.
"Ten Thousand Layers One Sword!"
The moment Chu Fengmian's sword tip fell, the sword qi within it suddenly erupted.
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