The Feng Clan's Wind Cloud Fist was extremely powerful. With a single punch, the sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged. The astral wind turned into blades, and multicolored light flashed explosively, covering the sky and covering the earth as it enveloped Shen Xiang.
Who was Chen Xiang? He possessed a peerless divine art and gave birth to a powerful Dragon Power. At this time, he had already undergone Nirvana and was reborn. He was no longer a mortal, and from the time he crossed the tribulation, he had already stepped onto the heaven-defying path.
Once the Dragon Power was unleashed, who could contend against it?
With a palm strike from Shen Xiang, the Dragon Power shot out explosively, it was as vast as the sea, causing the space to tremble. The fist force of the Wind Cloud Fist was immediately shattered, but Shen Xiang's fist force was still invincible, the white Qi was like a dragon, and like a hot knife through butter, it struck towards Feng Zhenyun's head.
Feng Zhenyun indeed had some strength. At the crucial moment, he released a huge bronze shield to block in front of him. The Dragon Fist Force smashed onto it, causing a loud and clear sound to ring out. The lingering sound spread out in all directions like water ripples, forming a strong sound wave.
Shen Xiang was slightly shocked, this bronze shield was not an ordinary item, and it looked extremely ancient, as though it had experienced the baptism of countless years. After suffering from Shen Xiang's terrifying Dragon Power attack, it actually dissolved all of the Dragon Power and absorbed it, causing a sound wave that shook the heaven and earth.
Everyone's hearts trembled, because the sound wave made them feel a lingering fear. If they were in the middle of the sound wave, they might turn into dust, but Shen Xiang was completely fine.
Shen Xiang was indeed attacked by the sound wave, but his body was extremely strong, comparable to a Heavenly Immortal. Just the boundless blood energy in his body was enough to dissolve the sound wave into nothingness.
"Not bad, you're really powerful. You actually used a weapon to block my attack." Shen Xiang purposely emphasized the word "weapon", his voice filled with ridicule.
Feng Zhenyun laughed coldly: "This is also a part of my strength. The reason why I can possess such a powerful ancient weapon is because I obtained it through my strength, why can't I use it?"
Comparing weapons? Perhaps no one could compare with Shen Xiang. Of the Four Symbols Divine Weapons, three of them were in his possession. However, he did not intend to use them, because the other party was not a Nirvana Realm martial artist. In his eyes, they were just like ants, and did not have the qualifications to force him to use his Divine Weapons.
"This guy's bronze shield is very powerful. Looking at the Spirit grain on it, it should be from a very long time ago. Even in the Imperial Dragon Race, there are only records of it in those ancient books that are so old that they are about to disappear." Long Xueyi's voice was solemn.
Shen Xiang was shocked. This ancient book was so old that it was about to dissipate. Just how old was it?
"However, this bronze shield is just an ordinary item. If it was something powerful, it would have been able to reflect your attack just now. I wonder where this guy got it from, could it be that the Tong Tian Aristocratic Family is really an ancient family that exists with the heavens and the earth?" Long Xueyi was extremely suspicious and curious about this.
Feng Zhenyun held the bronze shield in his hand as he took extremely fierce steps forward. His face was filled with disdain: "The Dragon Power is only so-so, the Taiji Dragon-suppressed kungfu is truly a waste on you, why don't you hand it over to our Feng Clan to cultivate?"
The bronze shield emitted an ancient and simple green light as it fiercely smashed towards Shen Xiang. The pressure it released was like a mountain pressing down, wanting to crush Shen Xiang into meat paste.
"You are not worthy of cultivating the Taiji Dragon-suppressed kungfu!" Shen Xiang sneered, and casually waved his hand, as if he was chasing away a fly, and slapped away the gigantic shield that was smashing down.
"Dang!" It sounded very comfortable, but it was also very shocking, especially Feng Zhenyun, who looked at Shen Xiang with a face full of disbelief. Just now, the shield attack was so powerful, but Shen Xiang had casually used it.
It was broken with a single wave of his hand.
The surroundings immediately quietened down. What kind of strength was this!
With a "kacha" sound, everyone's eyes focused on the bronze shield, only to see that there were actually cracks on it. This seemingly indestructible bronze shield was actually shattered by Shen Xiang like he was chasing away a fly.
Shen Xiang's expression was calm, without the slightest ripple, as if he had just chased away a fly. He indifferently swept his gaze across the child, Feng Zhenyun, and said: "Are you planning to use the Taiji Dragon-suppressed kungfu?"
"You … How dare you destroy my treasured shield, I will make you pay with your life! "Feng Zhenyun roared, and pounced towards Shen Xiang. He thought that this was the territory of the Feng Clan, and with the disciples of the Feng Clan watching from the side, Shen Xiang would not dare to do anything evil.
But he was wrong, Shen Xiang was not afraid of anything, he had even killed many big shots, he did not put any God Child in his eyes, let alone this kind of guy.
"You overestimate yourself!" Shen Xiang waved his hand and slapped, a huge golden hand appeared, fiercely slapping Feng Zhenyun to the ground, an incomparably terrifying killing intent filled the air, filling the entire plaza, causing people's bodies to turn cold.
As for Feng Zhenyun, he was smashed into pieces, stuck to the rocks on the ground, and turned into meat paste.
Dead!
He was actually slapped to death just like that, Feng Zhenyun's strength was not weak, the Wind and Cloud Fist just now had scared a lot of people, but in front of Shen Xiang, he was just an ant, and was slapped into pieces by Shen Xiang's casual palm. Thinking back to how he was still shouting that he wanted to slap Shen Xiang to death, how laughable was that?
"How dare you kill a member of my Feng Clan in front of us, and even destroy our Feng Clan's treasures? Today, we will capture you, and not only will we imprison you, we will also make the Taiwu Gate compensate us for our losses." A handsome man dressed in blue had his eyebrows raised and his face was filled with a cold smile. His insufferably arrogant appearance made people feel extremely disgusted.
Another lady in a blue dress also shouted coldly: "Shen Xiang, I heard that you have a powerful blade, hand it over, and I'll give you an intact corpse. Of course, if you can hand over the Taiji Dragon-suppressed kungfu, we can let you go, and at most, we will suppress you for a hundred years."
Shen Xiang was stupefied, this was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant, to actually dare to threaten him so openly, to make him hand over his divine arts and treasured blade, the disciples of the Tong Tian Aristocratic Family were indeed not good, men and women were the same, as if a fierce battle was about to break out, everyone immediately retreated.
Shen Xiang laughed coldly: "If I don't kill him, he will kill me. Furthermore, he was the one who provoked me first. My treasured blade and martial arts were all obtained openly, why should I give them to you?"
At that time, only our Tong Tian Aristocratic Family had the ability to refine it. As for the Taiji Dragon-suppressed kungfu, it was also an ancient existence. At that time, our Tong Tian Aristocratic Family's ancestors had already seen it, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was our Feng Clan's, so it would be natural for you to hand it over now. The woman's mouth was sharp as she spoke coldly. Looking at their aggressive manner, they would definitely not let this matter rest.
"Too shameless, the Taiji Dragon-suppressed kungfu belongs to my Imperial Dragon Clan, I agree to teach it to you! The Green Dragon Demon Slayer is also related to my Imperial Dragon Clan's Azure Dragon Emperor, what right do you have to say that it's theirs? Bullshit Feng Clan, give them a hundred thousand years and they won't even be able to inscribe the Spirit grain on it.
"Long Xueyi was furious, this was all her Imperial Dragon Clan's, but now that the Feng Clan said it was theirs, how could she not be angry? If not for Su Meiyao's dissuasion, she would have already appeared and beaten these arrogant family disciples into meat paste.
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