"The power isn't bad, but this palm can't hurt me!" Zhao Yuande didn't retreat. Instead, he moved forward and gently grasped a piece of lightning in his palm. Suddenly, the lightning energy in his body began to surge towards his palm.
"Lightning!"
Zhao Yuande shouted softly. His fist seemed to be casually striking towards the other party's palm.
Mo Zisheng saw that although Zhao Yuande's palm was accompanied by bright lightning, the lightning wasn't enough to hurt him. This fist was like a woman's fist to him. It was so light that it couldn't even tickle him!
However, just as the two fists were about to collide, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He felt a sense of horror. He only felt that the space around him seemed to have solidified all of a sudden. The water of the Thunder Lake beside him seemed to have received some kind of summons. All of a sudden, monstrous waves surged up and rushed towards him.
The lake water was formed by lightning. Streaks of lightning condensed in the sky and formed the shape of a fist that struck towards Mo Zisheng.
Mo Zisheng didn't use his full strength at first. He felt that he was two realms higher than his opponent and nine realms higher than him. Any casual attack would be able to crush him. However, he didn't expect that this sudden sense of horror would force him to use his full strength!
However, it was already a little too late. Zhao Yuande used the Lightning Fist of the Sky Splitting Fist Art right away. He went all out and didn't leave any room for maneuver. He planned to solve the problem with one strike.
It was as if two people of similar strength were fighting. One of them would use ordinary moves, while the other would directly throw out his trump card. Victory and defeat would naturally be decided.
"Kacha!"
When the two fists collided, a resplendent lightning exploded. Zhao Yuande only felt a powerful force pushing him back. He had to take seven or eight steps back before he could stabilize his footing.
On the other hand, Mo Zisheng was sent flying like a meteor. One of his arms was gone, and half of his shoulder was badly mutilated. It was as if he had been roasted by flames.
"Ah!" Mo Zisheng screamed in pain. He didn't understand what had happened! How could a person who had not even reached the Yin Yang Integration Realm seriously injure him with a single punch? How could his body, which was almost invincible with the Devil Dragon's bloodline, be shattered by the opponent? He could not understand!
However, even though he was unwilling and howled in pain, he still didn't lose his mind. When he realized that he was no match for his opponent, he immediately borrowed the force of the rebound to quickly escape. He knew that he couldn't stay here, or else he would definitely end up in a miserable state.
However, there was no way Zhao Yuande would let him go. His body leaped over a thousand meters like a giant grasshopper. With just one leap, he arrived in front of Mo Zisheng and stretched out his hand to grab him.
But at this time, Zhao Yuande suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind him. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if a needle had pierced his flesh. He couldn't help but shiver. According to this warning, if the back of his head was hit, it would be enough to take his life.
He didn't care about catching Mo Zisheng anymore. He flicked his fingers and a terrifying thunderbolt shot out from between Mo Zisheng's eyebrows, instantly killing his soul.
Since he couldn't catch him alive, he had to kill him. If he escaped alive, it would be troublesome in the future.
In the blink of an eye, his body bowed slightly. A black sword grazed his scalp and took away a strand of hair.
"Whoosh!"
The long sword missed and a black whirlwind slashed towards his head.
Two consecutive swords were aimed at his head. It seemed like the assassin knew that his weakness was his head.
Zhao Yuande didn't panic. Suddenly, the mirror sword appeared in his hand and slashed towards the black sword.
"Ka!"
The two swords clashed and a crisp sound was heard. The black sword was easily cut apart like tofu.
When the black sword broke, it let out a shrill cry. This was actually a spiritual treasure that had nurtured a spirit. Not only did the mirror sword cut the black sword, it also killed the spirit within!
Zhao Yuande didn't let him off. The mirror sword followed him like a shadow and slashed towards the opponent.
"Ah!"
The opponent didn't expect the mirror sword to be so sharp. A top grade spiritual treasure couldn't even withstand a single blow. His arm was directly cut off by the sword.
"Hmph! You dare to kill this young master with this little ability! " Zhao Yuande's body turned into a bolt of lightning, and he appeared in front of this person like a shadow. He raised his Mirror Sword and directly cut this person, who didn't have time to escape, in half from the bottom to the top.
"Damn! This kid is too scary! Luckily, I didn't rush to jump out! "The brothers hiding in the distance were so scared that their legs and stomachs trembled. They lay on the ground and didn't move.
"Oh my god! How is this a little guy? He's simply a death god! The Heavenly King Stage Mo Zisheng was killed with a punch and a finger, and this mysterious assassin was killed with two swords. Am I dreaming? "
"Big brother, why don't we run?"
"Run my ass. If we run and he sees us, what if he catches up and kills us quickly?"
"Oh! Then … Let's stay here! "
"…"
Zhao Yuande killed the person who ambushed him and saw a black sword embroidered on his chest. He immediately understood that this guy was the assassin of the black sword.
"Haha!" Zhao Yuande is Zhao Yuande. As the owner of the world's number one delicacy, you're actually so strong. If I don't kill you today, when you grow up, you'll be a threat to us! " Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter, and a white-clothed elder came riding on the wind. "Zhao Yuande, I'll give you two choices. Join my faction or die!"
The elder was dressed in heroic attire and had a resolute face. His words were sharp and forceful, and the killing aura on his body was extremely dense. It was as though he was an undefeated war god who had just returned from the battlefield.
"Jiang Chengnian, Jiang Clan's elder, second-stage World True Spirit Realm, Mystic Heaven Tyrant Body, mid-tier food ingredient …"
"Jiang Chengnian, you're the Jiang Clan's elder. Are you asking me to join the Jiang Clan?" Zhao Yuande looked at the Jiang Clan's elder with a smile. He wasn't nervous at all and had a hint of ridicule.
"You … How do you know me?" The white-clothed elder, Jiang Chengnian, looked at Zhao Yuande in disbelief. He didn't expect that he, a Jiang Clan's elder who didn't move around in the East Imperial World, would be recognized by Zhao Yuande. Could there be a spy in the Jiang Clan?
"Hurhur! I know even more! " Zhao Yuande pretended to be unfathomable. He was trying to break down the enemy's willpower, suppress the enemy's confidence, and find an opportunity to kill the enemy in one strike!
"I don't care what else you know. Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll just kill you directly!" Jiang Chengnian might be powerful, but he was very cautious. He saw how the two of them died in the hands of Zhao Yuande. Right now, he was staring at the Mirror Sword in Zhao Yuande's hand with a trace of greed in his eyes.
He decided to fight steadily and surely. He hid his body in his Quintessential World and used his terrifying spirit force to exhaust his opponent to death!
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