Looking at the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan, Feng Hao stood on the spot with a smear of joy flashing in his indifferent eyes.
He had instinctively used the Galloping Tiger Fist, but he never imagined that it would have such an obvious effect.
"Galloping Tiger Fist."
Without giving the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan any time to catch his breath, Feng Hao's figure slightly crouched and charged towards him like a giant cheetah, leaving behind an afterimage.
"That's impossible. Die!"
As the pressure pounced on him, the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan finally came to his senses. At the same time, purple Heavenly Flames burst out from his body, enveloping him. He looked like a purple god of fire as the surrounding space was distorted by the purple flames around him.
"Purple Flame Divine Fist."
He roared as the purple Heavenly Flames condensed into a huge purple fist before him. As he pushed, the purple fist smashed towards Feng Hao.
Boom!!!
Fenghao did not dodge at all. He raised his fist and smashed it against the purple-coloured fist. At the same time, wave after wave of force poured out. With a loud bang, the purple-coloured fist directly exploded, transforming into a tide of energy that swept away.
Looking at Feng Hao, who was piercing through the purple flames, the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan had a smear of astonishment in his eyes. Before he could react, Feng Hao's fist had already arrived.
"Bang."
A muffled explosion rang out as the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan was sent flying. As he soared through the air, blood sprinkled down like rain. In the end, he drew a beautiful parabola and heavily slammed against the barrier of the stage. Thereafter, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, looking somewhat dispirited.
Rustle.
Following the sound of breaking through the air, the wings on Fenghao's back unfolded. Like an eagle hunting its prey, he carried an aura as vast as the ocean and as heavy as a mountain as he pounced towards the person in charge of the Mang Yan clan.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
What happened next left everyone dumbfounded. Under the waves of muffled explosions, the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan didn't seem to be able to retaliate and was sent flying time and time again. Fresh blood sprinkled down and his fists were practically shattered. The purple Heavenly Flame on his body had also dimmed, as if it could extinguish at any moment.
Such a one-sided situation caused many people's jaws to dislocate.
If it was said that the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan had been careless earlier, then the current situation of absolute suppression clearly showed that Feng Hao's strength far surpassed him.
There was a difference of six realms. Under such a great disparity in strength, Feng Hao, who had undergone the transformation, was completely shocked.
This was something no one had expected.
Of course, if it was under the circumstances that he didn't transform, then the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan might still be able to suppress Feng Hao. Unfortunately, he'd utilized the profundities of the Boundless Charge because he wanted to eliminate Feng Hao.
He really reaped what he sowed.
Of course, no one had expected that Feng Hao would be able to comprehend the profundities of the Boundless Charge in an instant. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used his trump card in that short period of time.
"He's going to lose."
Looking at the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan, who no longer had any strength to retaliate, a complicated expression flashed in everyone's eyes.
It wasn't a good thing for the Human Clan to possess such an expert. Furthermore, the balance between the various clans would also be broken in the future.
At this moment, many people felt regret in their hearts.
Or was it because they had neglected the defeated Human Race? If they had been paying attention to the Human Race, then they would have known about the appearance of such a genius. At that time, they could just send out an expert to kill him in the cradle, and the situation today wouldn't have happened.
But at this moment, it was undoubtedly too late for regret. Feng Hao had already matured, and no one in the Saint realm dared to say that they could kill him.
"Bang …"
Amidst the muffled sound of a heavy object colliding, the person in charge of the Mang Flame clan heavily collided with the barrier of the stage. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground. After which, the aura on his body rapidly weakened. His originally huge body was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was like a balloon that had a hole pierced through it. After a short while, he returned to normal. His body was covered in blood as he laid there like a dead dog, not moving at all.
"My side admits defeat."
Seeing this scene, the young man in the Wildflame Clan's camp with the Divine Master Body instantly yelled out.
"Hmph."
Fenghao, who had already traveled half the distance, felt an aura land on his body. He helplessly chose to give up. Looking at the person in charge of the Mang Flame clan who had already fainted, he let out a heavy snort and smashed his fist on the ground, causing the entire ground to tremble.
After venting his anger, Feng Hao let out a breath. He maintained his transformation as he stood on the stage and indifferently looked at the Wildflame Clan's camp. He coldly watched as the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan was carried off the stage.
"We've won."
"We've won. Lord Feng, well done!"
"Defeat them! Crush them!"
As the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan was defeated, deafening cheers burst out from the Human Race's camp. Even the people from the Asura Manor and Nine Nether Palace had faces filled with excitement as they fiercely waved their fists, venting the excitement in their hearts.
At this moment, they truly understood that they were bound together for good or ill. If Fenghao was defeated, then the Human Race, which had just risen up, would definitely suffer an unprecedented blow. They might even be defeated by the great army of the Mang Yan Tribe.
As for the afterimage and Leng Yu Sen, they had complicated expressions in their eyes.
They exchanged a glance and understood each other's thoughts. As the three great Divine Master Bodies of the Human Race, they appeared extremely dim under Feng Hao's halo. It was so much so that many people only knew of Feng Hao's title as the Void Martial Master and had never heard of them.
This situation would continue, unless they could reach the same level as Feng Hao.
The feeling of being suppressed wasn't a good one. Although many young geniuses and people with all sorts of unique physiques didn't dare to show any hostility, they were still sulking.
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