When the Sky Quake Fist was unleashed, the entire world instantly fell into a state of collapse.
With Wang Chen's punch as the core, a terrifying blast of air burst out as if it was real.
Heaven and earth shattered.
Cracks spread in all directions.
Wherever the terrifying fist wind passed, everything in the world was destroyed.
The space was distorted, letting out a painful groan!
The entire space was frozen at this moment.
One second felt like thousands of years.
The trajectory of the Sky Quake Fist was so clear, as if it could be completely captured. However, Wan Rong felt that his body couldn't move!
"No …"
This undoubtedly made him feel despair. This undoubtedly made him break down.
Was there anything more terrifying than waiting for death?
Moreover, waiting for this moment felt like thousands of years.
This kind of torture was enough to completely destroy one's spirit.
Wan Rong's face was pale and he was drenched in cold sweat. At this moment, he only felt that he was drifting in the universe.
He was so small, so powerless.
When the fist swept over, he actually couldn't make the slightest movement. Even though his speed was slow, his body was extremely stiff. He seemed to have turned into a statue, standing between heaven and earth, unable to do anything, and could only endure silently. No matter how the wind blew, the rain fell, the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared.
"No … Wang Chen, don't even think about it …"
He struggled and roared.
At the edge of despair, finally, Wan Rong erupted with an unprecedented power. He broke through that layer of shackles, and his body seemed to have a reaction in an instant.
The potential in his body was completely stimulated, and Wan Rong roared.
"Boom …"
Time was too short, and all Wan Rong could do was to forcefully throw a punch to block Wang Chen's move.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing that Wan Rong's move was about to block, Wang Chen's mouth revealed a trace of a cold smile.
Block?
Did Wan Rong have the strength to block?
Re-cultivation for the second time!
With such strength, he might be considered a very powerful expert among ordinary people.
However, to the current Wang Chen? Too weak, too insignificant!
Re-cultivation for the second time was no different from an ant to Wang Chen.
Today, Wang Chen's opponent was an expert who had re-cultivated three times, or even four times.
Re-cultivation for the second time? So what? Moreover, Wan Rong clearly did not cultivate to the extreme. With this kind of strength, you still want to block my move? If this wasn't courting death, then what was?
"Go to hell!"
Wang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank as he roared unceremoniously.
Boom …
A loud explosion instantly rang out.
Bang bang bang …
A series of dull thuds followed.
"No …"
The screams of despair and pain were even more heart-wrenching.
Hua la la …
Fresh blood flowed.
Under the terrifying gravity, the blood felt as heavy as a thousand kilograms.
Even the blood of a Saint could turn into a river, let alone a person who had re-cultivated twice.
The boundless blood instantly turned into a surging river that roared into the distance.
Hu hu hu …
The fist wind was still raging.
It was like a long dragon galloping into the distance with an unstoppable momentum.
Ka ka ka …
A crisp sound rang out.
Shockingly, the bones in Wan Rong's body could no longer withstand Wang Chen's attack, and instantly turned into countless fragments that flew out.
The gates of hell opened.
The Grim Reaper's scythe fell.
The melody of death rang out.
This was a feast to harvest life.
The screams of despair stopped abruptly.
Wan Rong's body completely collapsed. In an instant, he turned into dust in the world.
The Shaking Heaven Fist was no longer something that someone at Wan Rong's level could resist. It destroyed Wan Rong's physical body in a way that was as easy as crushing dry weeds and rotten wood.
Hua …
That phantom shot up into the sky, trying to roar into the distance.
"Want to leave? Stay here! "
Looking at this scene, the corner of Wang Chen's mouth curled up into a disdainful sneer.
His Divine Soul escaped?
Wan Rong's thinking was too simple.
He was destined to die today. He could only turn into dust. His final outcome was to disappear in the long river of history.
Wan Rong asked for it.
The Wang family, Wang Chen. Originally, he was not in a hurry to deal with Wan Rong and the remaining remnants of Wan Jia. However, these people couldn't wait to court death.
It could be said that from the moment they chose to attack Wang Yan, from the moment they chose to stand on the opposite side of the Wang family, from the moment they chose to join forces with the Alliance of Nine Cities, their fate was drawn to an end ahead of time.
It was Wang Chen who engraved the rest talisman himself.
"Come back!"
With a flick of his wrist, Wang Chen suddenly grabbed the remnant soul.
He didn't even need to take out the Million Ghost Token.
Now, Wang Chen's strength could completely support him to control heaven and earth.
How could a mere remnant soul overturn the sky?
"Hmph …"
With a cold snort, Wang Chen's grab seemed to cover the sky and earth.
This piece of heaven and earth was grasped in Wang Chen's hand.
Naturally, that Divine Soul was no exception.
"No … Wang Chen, don't kill me …"
Finally, he began to panic.
Finally, he began to regret.
Being caught in Wang Chen's hand, that Divine Soul shivered.
He was Wan Rong, an Old Ancestor of Wan Jia.
Unfortunately, his skill was not as good as others.
Today, he was at Wang Chen's mercy.
At this moment, Wan Rong regretted.
Devil, this Wang Chen was definitely a devil, a devil who made people despair.
At this moment, Wan Rong seemed to understand how despairing the Wan Clan was back then. He also understood how the Wan Clan had fallen from the peak to the end of the road. This was because of Wang Chen. They met the devil Wang Chen!
Wan Rong seemed to be able to feel the despair and powerlessness of the Wan Jia people.
Because in the face of absolute strength, it was a complete crushing.
One move, just one move, and he was defeated. Defeated so quickly and cleanly.
It turned out that the Eldest Young Master was really strong. At least, he could compete with Wang Chen. It turned out that he was still so weak.
In despair and fear, all that was left was to beg.
Wan Rong tried his best to save his life.
What hatred? What dignity? What glory? Go to hell with it all.
As long as Wang Chen didn't kill him, he was even willing to sell his soul.
What was a soul?
"I am willing to surrender!"
Thinking of this, Wan Rong pleaded loudly.
The change of attitude was so fast that even Wang Chen felt it was unbelievable.
How did this guy become the Old Ancestor of Wan Jia? With such a state of mind, how could he cultivate to the present level? It was really unbelievable.
Perhaps, only the heavens knew how he had gotten to this point.
Wan Jia was really at the end of its days.
Since the Old Ancestor was like this, one could imagine what would happen to the younger generation!
Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh.
"Become my malicious spirit! I will take you to the sky and the earth, straight to the sky! I will give you your glory, and I will help you keep your dignity! "
After sighing, Wang Chen's tone was cold, without the slightest emotion.
Re-cultivation for the second time?
It was a pity to crush the remnant soul like this.
This could become one of the main evil spirits in the Ten Thousand Ghost Token.
Wang Chen was not willing to let it go.
"If you become my evil spirit, I will keep your memory and protect your glory. When I reach the peak, it will be the time for you to regain your freedom!"
With a flash of light in his eyes, Wang Chen continued to say.
He couldn't kill this guy so easily.
He must stay. He had a more important role for him.
In Wang Chen's heart, however, he already had a plan.
"I am willing! Don't kill me! "
Hearing Wang Chen's words, Wan Rong struggled for a while and quickly said.
There was almost no time to hesitate.
Wang Chen's offer was as good as it could get.
At the very least, Wan Rong could stay and wash.
What else could he ask for?
"Good!"
Hearing Wan Rong's answer, Wang Chen revealed a satisfied smile.
A powerful evil spirit was also a gain for Wang Chen.
At the very least, it was a good gain for the Ten Thousand Ghost Token!
As for the so-called freedom and glory?
Wang Chen didn't care.
In the future, if Wan Rong really got his freedom one day, then Wang Chen would definitely stand on the peak.
At that time, why would he be afraid of Wan Rong?
Wang Chen was magnanimous. At this moment, it seemed to be able to accommodate a whole world.
"Now it's time to kill the First Young Master!"
After doing all this, Wang Chen took a deep breath and looked at the First Young Master.
Wan Jia's obstruction delayed Wang Chen for some time. However, this couldn't change today's outcome.
Wan Jia was finished, and the First Young Master was going to fall. The Alliance of Nine Cities was destined to be disappointed and driven mad again.
Did they think that the trap they set would work on him?
The Ninth Young Master underestimated him.
Did he think that he was still the Wang Chen that he could do whatever he wanted?
He was wrong.
Now, Wang Chen's fate was no longer under their control.
In other words, Wang Chen's fate had never been controlled by anyone.
The Ninth Young Master wasn't qualified.
The First Young Master and Wan Jia?
Did they want to rely on these people to deal with him? That was just too naive.
Wang Chen walked forward step by step.
"They should be here soon!"
Wang Chen frowned and thought to himself.
The Wang family!
Wang Chen was waiting for these people.
Therefore, even though his clone was besieged by Wan Jia and seemed to be in danger, Wang Chen wasn't nervous at all.
He would deal with the matter here after killing the First Young Master.
What if the Wang family came earlier?
Wang Chen looked extremely relaxed at this moment.
He stared at the First Young Master in the distance with a cold smile on his lips. The murderous intent in his eyes began to rise.
"Bastard! Wang Chen, don't even think about it … Don't even think about it … "
Wang Chen approached him step by step again. This brought endless pressure to the First Young Master.
It was over!
It was all over.
There was no hope left.
Wan Jia and his people couldn't even withstand a single blow.
A bunch of trash. All of them were trash.
They couldn't even delay Wang Chen for a moment?
The First Young Master felt a chill in his heart.
"That's the only way!"
The First Young Master's eyes flickered, and he finally revealed an unwilling expression.
"Wang Chen, you forced me to do this! Hahaha … You forced me to do this! Hahaha … You forced me to do this! Hahaha … I'll drag you down with me. If I die, you'll die too. You won't live. Hahaha … "
Under the pressure brought by Wang Chen and in the midst of despair, the Eldest Young Master suddenly burst into wild laughter.
He wasn't at the end of the road. He still had hope.
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