After that punch, Zuo Zhicheng's entire body was burning red, as though he had been scalded by steam. He was sweating profusely and his skin had even turned red and cracked.
On the other side, Cakravarti Dharma King's face was also turning green. He could not help but shiver all over. However, the most serious thing was that his body felt as though it had been run over by a truck under Zuo Zhicheng's violence.
He felt numb all over and the back of his head was swollen. His bones were cracking as though they were going to break at any moment.
Before he could catch his breath, he felt a gust of cold air rising from the top of his head. Zuo Zhicheng, who was covered in burns, did not care about his injuries. His entire body was bleeding profusely as he threw another punch towards Cakravarti Dharma King's head.
This punch was like an ice mountain descending from the sky. Even the air seemed to have been compressed to a solid state.
From the very beginning, Zuo Zhicheng knew that in a situation where he was surrounded by three Law Emperors, probing, dodging, and fleeing were all just wishful thinking. Under such circumstances, he had to use all his strength from the start. He had to use the most brutal means to kill one of them even if he was severely injured. Only then would he have a chance to escape or even win.
Strong winds accompanied Zuo Zhicheng's punch, causing Cakravarti Dharma King's clothes to flutter. He did not have time to think. He raised his hands and a sun rose from his palms. It looked as though he was holding up the sun with his hands.
Legend had it that in ancient times, the sun was held up by the Sun God, Mang.
How big and heavy was the sun? What kind of concept was it to hold up the sun with his hands? How much power could he unleash? Cakravarti Dharma King's face was flushed red. The muscles on his arms and legs were bulging and trembling. Even his skin seemed to be tearing.
There was no probing or dodging. Zuo Zhicheng wanted to kill one of them before the three of them surrounded him.
Facing Zuo Zhicheng's desperate attacks, Cakravarti Dharma King had no choice but to use all his strength.
He knew that under such attacks, it was either he or Zuo Zhicheng who would die.
Boom!
Zuo Zhicheng's fist and palm met again. The skin on his arm was torn open, and there were blisters and pus everywhere. On the other side, Chakravarti Dharma King was not doing well either. His face was purple from the cold. However, with the advantage of his mental strength, his frostbite was not as serious as Zuo Zhicheng's burns.
However, Zuo Zhicheng's palm strike wasn't just the power of his mind. What was even more frightening was the unimaginable power of his attack.
Chakravarti Dharmaraja let out a scream as his legs went soft and numb. He was forced to his knees by Zuo Zhicheng's palm.
Chakravarti Dharmaraja's face was filled with rage as he slammed his knee on the ground.
He had roamed the pugilistic world for so many years, when had he ever been beaten to the point of kneeling? Although Zuo Zhicheng's injuries were more severe than his, kneeling down was a great humiliation for any martial artist.
At this moment, unprecedented shame and rage filled Chakravarti Dharmaraja's heart.
Zuo Zhicheng's fist and palm had completely destroyed Cakravarti Dharmaraja's high and mighty attitude. His pride as a martial arts practitioner had been completely crushed.
However, Chakravarti Dharmaraja was an experienced martial artist. Although his emotions were fluctuating, he did not reveal any flaws in his actions. Almost at the same time as he knelt down, he had already used the power of the palm strike to retreat. His entire body moved backward as if he was sliding on ice.
'This freak, I can't fight him head-on. I have to use my mental strength to attack him from afar.'
This was the only thought in Chakravarti Dharmaraja's mind. However, just as he retreated half a meter, a bright light flashed and he felt a slight heat on his neck.
No matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't be faster than light.
From the very beginning, Zuo Zhicheng had decided to kill one of them, even if he had to be severely injured.
Other than his own martial arts, he also had the Cold Light Wave Sword and Divine Light Sword. If it was a one-on-one battle, he would choose to use the Cold Light Wave Sword to slowly deal with Chakravarti Dharmaraja and win without any injuries.
However, now that he was ambushed by the three of them, it was disadvantageous for him to stall for time and give them a chance to surround him. Therefore, he chose to fight with his martial arts directly. Firstly, he could numb his opponents and secondly, he could create an opening.
The Divine Light Sword only had a short seven seconds. Once he attacked, he had to succeed.
When Chakravarti Dharmaraja focused all his attention on his fist and started to retreat.
When Zuo Zhicheng's fists and palms caused his mind to become restless, his body's condition deteriorated, and his Qi and blood surged.
An opening was created.
The Divine Light Sword flashed in Zuo Zhicheng's hand. Before the human brain could react, the Divine Light Sword had sliced through the air for more than half a meter. Under Zuo Zhicheng's control, the Divine Light Sword flew towards Chakravarti Dharmaraja's neck.
On the other side of the battlefield, as Zuo Zhicheng roared, "Attack!", Dharmaraja of Destruction was attacked by Lin Gang Ho.
Clanging sounds were heard continuously. Lin Gang Ho's military saber was continuously slashing at Dharmaraja of Destruction's skin. However, it was as if he was hitting a steel plate. Other than a series of sparks, there was no effect at all.
Dharmaraja of Destruction waved his hand gently as if he was swatting a fly away. With a gust of wind, Lin Gang Ho retreated more than ten meters away.
However, although he retreated without any success, he had bought time for Qing Yueqiu and Tang Xianghui.
Tang Xianghui carried Qing Yueqiu on her back and ran far away. This was to allow Qing Yueqiu to distance herself from the battlefield so that she could use her Dao techniques to attack.
Therefore, when Lin Gang Ho retreated, a total of fourteen white shadows had already pounced on Dharmaraja of Destruction from all directions.
The Shadow Soldiers contained a strong alkali substance. It was enough to kill an adult in an instant and cause extreme pain.
However, this time, when the Shadow Soldiers pounced on Dharmaraja of Destruction, they did not even leave a mark on his body, let alone heat and corrosion.
"There's something wrong with his skin." Qing Yueqiu frowned. She knew where the problem was.
Indeed, Dharmaraja of Destruction was one of the few masters in the world who cultivated both Dao techniques and martial arts. The life cluster he possessed was called the Indestructible Body. The Dao technique he cultivated was called the Indestructible Body of Vajra.
He could absorb carbon and iron in his daily life and secrete them through his pores to form a layer of armor that was a mixture of iron and diamond on his skin.
This caused him to carry a lot of weight and slow his movements. However, at the same time, it also gave him an almost unbreakable defense and astonishing explosive power.
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