Yue Tinghai walked out of the room, looked up at Zhang Ruochen who was floating in the air, and smiled and said, "If the Great Sage Ruochen has no evidence, don't swear. The eyes of the gods in all worlds are looking here, and the entire world of hell is watching, don't make people laugh."

Zhang Ruochen spread his ten wings on his back, and the golden light behind him was shining brightly. Even the clouds in the sky were reflected in golden color, saying, "Do you think I'm here to argue with you or reason with you? I'm here to tell you today that my fists are harder and you must listen to me. If you don't listen, I'll kill you."

"Boom."

A surging holy power was released from Zhang Ruochen, and the golden light suddenly became even stronger, like a divine sun hanging in the sky.

In the city, all the immortal blood monks were suppressed and kneeled on the ground, trembling.

Even the strong man in the Great Saint realm of the Jingtian tribe felt that there were many mountains suppressing him, his legs trembling and unable to control his knees.

Yuetinghai felt the pressure, and his legs continued to sink to the ground, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Zhang Ruochen's strength is stronger than he imagined.

However, as the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm, he could not have been timid before fighting, and still said in a tough tone: "Zhang Ruochen, you are too arrogant! I think you deliberately want to provoke an internal fight. The strength of your Blood Heaven Tribe is indeed strong, but once you provoke an internal fight, you will be the sinner of the Immortal Blood Clan."

"I don't think so!"

Zhang Ruochen's sneer sounded, turned into a golden light and swept down, smashing Yuetinghai with one punch.

Yuetinghai's reaction speed was extremely fast, but compared with Zhang Ruochen's speed, it was too far behind. His palm was just poked out when Zhang Ruochen's fist hit his chest, and the bones and joints of his arms were directly broken.

"Bang."

Yue Tinghai's body was beaten to a slump, his legs were off the ground, and he flew backwards, crashing through the buildings in the city, and after flying dozens of miles, he hit the city wall, knocking down a large area of ​​the city wall.

“So…strong…”

Yue Tinghai was in pain all over his body, and he lay on the ground as if he had dispersed. He had just mobilized the blood evil energy, but had not yet completed the operation in his body for a whole world.

Zhang Ruochen fell from the sky and landed beside him. He grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chicken.

"Boom."

He pressed hard toward the ground and smashed a large pit with a diameter of dozens of meters on the ground.

The whole earth was shaking and dust was flying.

Yueting Haikou vomited blood, the flesh and blood on his body flew out of his bones, his eyes were pitch black, and he was almost fainting from pain.

In the city next to him, all the great saints of the Jingtian tribe were scared to death. Zhang Ruochen, the great devil king, was too terrible. Yuetinghai, the strongest man in the Jingtian tribe, had no power to fight back in front of him.

The tens of millions of the immortal blood clan monks in the city knelt more neatly, kowtowing one by one while trembling.

"Even if you don't die like this, your life is really hard."

Zhang Ruochen raised Yuetinghai and turned into a golden light. After a while, he flew back to the largest city in the Blood Sky Continent, Yuncheng.

From mid-air, Yuetinghai threw down.

After all, Yuetinghai is the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm. He is powerful and has a deep cultivation level. He suppresses his injuries in a very short period of time.

His body turned around and landed smoothly on the ground, biting his bloody teeth, and roaring: "You were too fast just now, and I didn't react. If you have the ability, let's fight another battle."

Yuetinghai's blood burned in the body of the Great Sage, and the fluctuations in his body's power continued to increase. He could not hesitate to lose his potential and restore his dignity.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the city wall and said indifferently: "You are not qualified to fight me yet. I kneel down and reflect on me. When will I think clearly and when will I get up again."

"Rumbling."

Thunder sounded above the sky.

The dense thunder and lightning intertwined into a large handprint of thousands of meters long, suppressed it and fell to the top of Yuetinghai's head. Yuetinghai's long roar, exerting all his strength to support the lightning handprint.

"Kneel down." Zhang Ruochen shouted loudly.

This sound contains a shock wave of mental power.

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Chapter completed!