Di Tian let out a long and sorrowful cry. He felt endless pressure and even had a sudden feeling that even if he was in his peak condition with full energy and blood, he would not be able to match Feng Qingyang if he fought with him. Not only would he lose, but he would lose miserably.
The more he thought about it, the more wildly his heart beat. The sudden throbbing made him forget Feng Qingyang's identity as an ancient cultivator in an instant. He only felt that this man was too terrifying. With his strength, if he were in the Middle Ages, he would probably be a super overlord in history, an almighty being who could suppress the ages and turn them to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The void trembled, and Feng Qingyang released the endless greatness of his own body to the best of his ability. His fist flew out and the wheel of reincarnation moved. The three worlds of reincarnation turned blood red in an instant. When he swung his fist, it was like a prehistoric beast that was extremely powerful opened its bloody mouth. He took on the damage of Fang Tian Huaji with his left hand, and used his right hand to pinch the world of reincarnation and hit the opponent on the chest.
The light was overflowing, and the same bones were broken, flesh and blood were flying. The golden armor worn by Emperor Tian collapsed with a loud bang. It was not just dented, but truly collapsed. This mysterious armor was stripped off by Feng Qingyang himself.
Not only that, there was a big hole in his chest, which was sunken inward. If you look closely, you will definitely find that one of the huge ribs, which was also golden, was inserted upside down and pierced through the heart.
This horrifying scene shocked everyone. At this point in the battle, the outcome was already extremely obvious without any suspense. Di Tian lost. He looked listless, as if he was unwilling to believe what was happening before his eyes. He somersaulted backwards twice, staring blankly at the big hole in his chest.
Your ancestor Banban, I am Emperor Tian, the most powerful one who roamed the Middle Ages and walked the spiritual world of that era. I was treated with the highest courtesy wherever I went and was the most popular person at that time. But now, the myth is gone and the symbol of invincibility was broken by Feng Qingyang's fist. This made him suddenly feel a sense of sadness for the times.
Could it be that the Middle Ages have disappeared? Since I can wake up in this era, it means that the Middle Ages have not declined. It is not that the era has ceased, but that I am no longer as powerful as I was in the past. I have failed after all.
“This is no longer the world I know. I don’t blame myself for the defeat, I’m just unwilling to accept it in my heart. I haven’t really left behind a name of supreme prestige, and I’ve fallen completely. This defeat is the moment of my true fall.” Emperor Tian sighed desolately. The glory of the Middle Ages had all disappeared. The glory that once existed was like a dream. In the end, only legends were left, and the rest were lost in the long river of history. As time passed, there was no such person as Emperor Tian anymore.
Even so, he would not give in easily. If he lost, he would lose his life. The laws of the Middle Ages came out in full force. He almost burned his blood and soul, releasing powerful chains of laws to bind the void. Even if he died, he would die with dignity.
The powerful force of the constructed laws shocked everyone. Even the Fire Spirit King and the Peerless Sword Saint gasped and acknowledged Di Tian's power and identity from the bottom of their hearts.
Boom!
Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged as he turned into lightning and disappeared. When he reappeared, one of his hands transformed into a huge sword, strangling the void and forcibly cutting off Di Tian's arm. As he fell, he opened his mouth and swallowed and refined it in front of everyone, even Di Tian.
"If you lose, you must be prepared for defeat. Your body will be a powerful nutrient for me, and the first stepping stone for me to achieve enlightenment." Feng Qingyang said coldly. The sound of puffing continued to be heard, and he attacked continuously.
He blew up the ancient laws, tore apart the chains of the laws, and almost cut Di Tian into a human stick. Finally, he said this to Di Tian, and then blew his head with a palm.
Blood turned into mud, bones were scattered everywhere, and his essence and blood were swallowed and refined by Feng Qingyang. Except for the devastated void and the remaining aura of Emperor Tian, there was no longer any trace of him here. Everything he had, as Feng Qingyang had said before, had become his nourishment.
Di Tian is dead! Completely dead! He cannot die any more! His soul is scattered and he will never be reborn. All traces of his existence are completely wiped out. Even his name will be forgotten in everyone's mind.
A genius of the Middle Ages, he had experienced glorious years, he was once supreme, and he was domineering throughout the ages. He had experienced glory, but of course he also had decline. His life ended completely like this, and it came to an end in the battle with Feng Qingyang.
All this was just as he said when he felt regretful. Even though he was unwilling and resentful, this was not his era, not his Middle Ages, nor the world he once dominated. Although he was defeated, he still had honor. He did not complain about his defeat. He was defeated on the road of challenging the strong.
At the end of the ancient times, all things should have withered, but under the operation of the laws of nature, after a brief period of destruction, there was an unprecedented afterglow.
The disappeared ancient times, the dormant medieval times, and the declining modern times all appeared at this time. Geniuses emerged in large numbers, and the stars were dazzling and invincible, like the shining stars filling the night sky, echoing each other, but also competing with each other. This era calculated by them, this era in which the way of heaven can bring back light, has surpassed all other eras. It is chaotic yet powerful.
In the final decision, who will become the first person in the three eras? Who can decide the final direction of the spirit world? Who can compete with the way of heaven? All of this is unknown, even Feng Qingyang, the third will of the spirit world, is an unknown.
His existence, the mystery of his innate wisdom, and his own strength are terrifying to Feng Qingyang, who has grown up in countless conspiracies and on the brink of life and death. Even the super strong man Di Tian from the Middle Ages would die in battle without any power to resist.
Throughout the ages, the competition between geniuses has always been a myth that has no end. If Feng Qingyang were placed in the Middle Ages, he would probably not be so powerful. Times make heroes, and the ancient times destined Feng Qingyang to be a powerful existence.
Di Tian is dead. Everyone is sad and has their own little thoughts. A trace of silence appears on the face of the Fire Spirit King. It is for the era that is gone forever and the death of Di Tian who fell beside him. He wants to see through everything Feng Qingyang is thinking, but in the end it can only turn into deep fear, hidden in his heart.
This era may really belong to Feng Qingyang. He is invincible and surrounded by countless halos. Their revival may just be a conspiracy to highlight Feng Qingyang's growth.