Just one glance was enough to severely injure Wang Chen. This former prodigy, who could easily crush Feng Qingyang to death, has now become meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of anyone!
Especially that face, which was originally rosy in complexion, but now it was pale and bloodless, and the body was shaking. If it were not for some magic weapon to protect him, he would have collapsed at this sight.
"Follow me and kill them!"
Feng Qingyang roared loudly, and the war was about to break out. There was no extra words. The blood debt could only be repaid with blood. The army was approaching and wanted to reverse the situation. The only way was to crush them with overwhelming force!
With a shout of "Follow me and kill", he was the first to go out with great enthusiasm, followed by the Saint Prince on his left and right. One of them was a demon king who had just broken through. Despite this, he was still able to fight on equal terms with the great men in the middle stage of the Dao Transformation Realm by relying on his fighting skills.
Feng Qingyang is even more terrifying. In the eyes of outsiders, he is only in the late stage of the Dao realm, that is, the late stage of the flying zombie. However, if his power is underestimated, he will definitely suffer a great loss.
"Kaiyuan, Kaichen, follow me to kill these ants from the lower world!" As Feng Qingyang took action, the crowd suddenly became agitated, but the funny thing was that the cultivators who were originally surrounding them actually retreated together, leaving the battlefield to Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince.
Perhaps Feng Qingyang's previous strong performance had worked, or perhaps they understood that even if they took action they would only be cannon fodder, so it would be better for them to withdraw so that they could save their lives.
Their withdrawal was not met with ridicule from the crowd, on the contrary, they were praised. This was a wise move. If they had tried to force their way out even though they knew they could not win, they would only end up with failure!
The original group battle has now turned into a one-on-one duel. Not only Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, but probably everyone present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
In the melee, numbers are of no use at all, and if all the thousands of soldiers surrounding the Qian family were to die, it would inevitably create a rift in the Wang family. Once the rift appears, their dominant position in this cultivation planet would be lost.
"Come with me, Chen'er!"
However, at this moment, a huge change occurred. Qian Duoduo's biological mother, who had been silent, suddenly broke away from the crowd and came to the Wang family. She looked at Wang Chen, who was pale, and glanced at Feng Qingyang with great resentment. She then cast a spell to escape from here!
"You're not allowed to go anywhere!"
Feng Qingyang raised his hand and a giant black hand appeared. After locking onto Wang Chen and Qian Duoduo's biological mother, he grabbed the two of them tightly, then pulled them back. He stepped into the air and suddenly came among the people of the Wang family. He looked aggressively at the woman in front of him who made him feel extremely disgusted.
"I really doubt whether you are Duoduo's mother!" After these words came out, the woman trembled slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. Although it disappeared quickly, it still did not escape Feng Qingyang's eyes.
"go back!"
With a big throw of his hand, he threw the two men towards the main hall below in an instant. They were suppressed in just a short moment, but his move directly led to the outbreak of a war!
"presumptuous!"
Before Feng Qingyang could come to his senses, two roars came from behind. Feng Qingyang sneered, without looking back, he turned around suddenly, stretched out his palm, and his fingertips seemed to have grabbed an arm.
With a turn of magic power, 399,990,000 pounds of strength were condensed into a force, and he pulled it backwards, but with a scream, the arm was immediately pulled off by him.
The severed hand was extremely dark, with hideous veins, sharp nails and skinny arms, making one almost think it was a demon.
Especially those nails, which were no less sharp than those of his original zombie form. The flashing cold light seemed to be able to tear the void at any time.
"This... is really a human hand?"
Feng Qingyang was surprised. Looking at the mighty Wang family man with a broken arm, he smiled in his heart. Strength gradually emerged and he crushed the arm into powder in front of the man. He flicked it with his hand and it floated between heaven and earth.
The terrifying power and ferocious face made everyone's heart tremble, especially the group of monks who had entered the Dao realm. They trembled in their hearts and retreated backwards, not daring to move forward.
"Brother Monkey, kill!"
"Hahaha... That makes sense. I, Old Sun, have never been so cowardly. These bastards who rely on their numbers to bully the weak, I will smash them to death with one stick today!"
He immediately took out the golden cudgel in his hand, and with a thought, it turned into more than ten feet long in an instant. The fighting method of the Holy Emperor's lineage is also to cultivate the body. His body is unparalleled, and the avenue of control becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent!
Buzz!
The momentum was overwhelming. Two against five, seemingly weak, but in fact they were evenly matched. The few of them did not fight again. After learning from the previous experience, no one dared to get close to Feng Qingyang and fight him again.
Slowly, time passed like flowing water, and the starry sky became bright again. A full moon hung high in the sky, and the silvery moonlight sprinkled down like a waterfall, falling on Feng Qingyang, giving him an indescribable feeling of comfort.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The sound was tremendous and echoed endlessly, surrounding all directions and rippling in the hearts of everyone present. The passion and domineering feeling made people feel like their whole bodies were burning.
If their cultivation was not really not good enough, I am afraid that many young cultivators of the Qian family would have to go all out. Helplessly, they could only hide in the back and watch the powerful men in front fight each other. It is rare to see the Dao Transformation Realm taking action in a century, and watching this would be beneficial to their understanding.
The avenue was flying, the Holy Prince took the lead in attacking, and he was together with one of the great masters in the middle stage of the Dao Transformation Realm. The golden fighting way crushed the void, and wherever it passed, there was the power of destruction.
Feng Qingyang's eyes jumped, and he thought to himself that he was worthy of being the direct descendant of the Holy Emperor. Even he had to be careful when dealing with such a powerful avenue and pressure.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt happy in his heart. He was naturally pleased with his friend's strength. He then retracted his gaze and looked at the three powerful men standing in front of him, and his eyes narrowed.
"not good!"
Just as he was regaining his composure, a sense of crisis arose in his heart. Without thinking, he did a backflip and retreated a hundred feet. But at the moment he stopped, the place where he had been standing suddenly turned into nothingness.
Red lightning descended from the sky, compressed to or exploded where he was standing before. Fortunately, his senses were sharp, otherwise, the damage from that one blow alone that could shatter the void would have seriously injured him if not killed!
"A sneak attack?" He snorted coldly, looking at the void still surrounded by lightning. He did not dodge, but exerted his strength and turned around. Suddenly, a set of dark armor appeared on his whole body except for his head.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the divine thunder in an instant. At that moment, he only felt a roar in his ears, and a powerful strangling force was transmitted through his arm into his body. In just a short moment, half of his body became numb.
Feng Qingyang frowned and thought to himself that it was strange. This divine thunder actually contained a strong corrosive force, which could only be controlled by people of the magic path.
"Could it be..."