1939: C1939 Strike!

C1939 Strike!

Bai Mufeng's gaze was locked onto the Lightning Territory Storm that was in front of him. His eyes flashed with a disdainful light as he stared at the Qiong Xianshi and the other Zong Clan cultivators that had been devoured by the World Exterminating Thunderbolt.

The disciples of the House also revealed smiles.

The House elder nodded slightly.

Even though Bai Mufeng of the Eastern Flower Palace was not a top disciple of the House, his strength was not weak either. Within this realm, he was a rare existence.

Thus, they were very satisfied with this battle.

"That's right." Palace Lord Eastflower nodded slightly.

As for the various powers in the God Realm, when they saw this battle of Bai Mufeng's, their eyes lit up. As expected of the disciples of the House, with such strength, he could be considered a top-notch existence even amongst the aristocratic families in the God Realm.

This kind of strength was more than enough to crush a demi-human genius.

This was what they were all thinking.

Up above, on the left of Duan Taia was the God King of the Jiang Clan, on the right was the Buddha of the West, and beside him was the Great Sage of the Monster race, the pinnacle existence of the God Realm of the Gods.

The Western Buddha watched the battle silently, with a kind face.

Even when facing the younger generation of the demon clan, they were still amiable. In the west, everyone was supposed to be equal.

But God King Jiang was different.

In his eyes, humans and demons were incompatible fire and water.

As a human Realm God, he would naturally bear the brunt of it.

If it wasn't for the House's grand gathering which was held today and the peak strength of the entire Realm of the Gods, he probably would have attacked and tested the strength of the Great Sage of the demon race.

But even so, he didn't even glance at the Great Sage.

In his eyes, demons were low and unworthy to be compared with humans.

His Jiang Clan's Godly Clan used the suppression of the thousand demon clan beasts as a mount to display the godly might of their clan.

And this also made the God Tribes of Jiang Clan and the Northern Wasteland Demon Clan irreconcilable.

But today, they had never fought each other.

They were all watching the battle between the younger generations. The experts of the Unparalleled Sage realm had their own strength of character, and they were extraordinary in comparison.

But even so, the two of them still carried a tyrannical aura, causing the clansmen and descendants of both sides to be intimidated by each other.

"What do you think about this battle?" God King Jiang asked.

Next to him, Duan Taia's eyes flashed with a smile.

"As the elders, we will only watch the battle between the younger generation. Victory or defeat is not important."

God King Jiang nodded and didn't speak any further.

God King Jiang felt that this wasn't simple.

People at their level had long since been able to tell.

It was just that they had a tacit understanding.

As for the nearby demon clan members, their eyes flashed and their mouths curled into a smile.

At this moment, on the battle stage, a thunderstorm surged, destroying the heavens and the earth. The Demonic Sect cultivators were swallowed up, and in the eyes of everyone, this battle was over without any suspense. However, for some reason, Xiao Chen had a bad feeling in his heart.

He felt that this battle wouldn't be so simple.

The Great Sage of the demons had no reason to bring the descendants of the demons here to be humiliated!

His eyes were slightly narrowed, filled with vibrant colors.

"Alright!" Below, the disciples of the Eastern Flower Palace were all cheering for Bai Mufeng.

On the battle stage, Bai Mufeng was holding his halberd and laughing lightly.

This time, even if the sect cultivator didn't die, he would at least shed a layer of skin.

Their first battle was victorious, helping the House shake the spirit of the demon race, making them look down on everyone else.

However, right at this moment, the thunderstorm instantly exploded, as terrifying energy gushed out, shaking the entire platform. The tyrannical energy directly sent Bai Mufeng flying, as his silhouette explosively retreated.

This feeling caused his eyes to flash with a serious expression.

A dangerous aura filled the arena.

His halberd flashed with lightning, and it was incomparably terrifying as it sucked in and released a destructive aura.

Before his very eyes, Zong Xiu appeared.

His clothes were torn apart, revealing his terrifying physique. However, there weren't any wounds on his body. It was as though the lightning didn't have any effect on him at all. He stepped out, looking at Bai Mufeng with a sinister smile.

"Disciple of the House, is that all?"

"Are you scratching me?"

Bai Mufeng, I've already said that I will give you three chances to make a move against me. Now, there are only two left, I hope that you will use some strength and bring out your true strength. Zong Xiu's words caused Bai Mufeng's face to turn unsightly.

Zong Xiu's words were extremely arrogant, he actually threatened him with three chances to make his move.

He, a dignified House disciple, had actually been humiliated like this.

However, it could be seen that the strength of this Zong Xiu was indeed tyrannical.

That strike of his just now had actually been completely withstood by him, standing there completely unharmed. Indeed, the bloodline of a top-tier greater demon descendant was incomparably tyrannical, and the strength of its body wasn't something a human could compare with.

Then, the current him, was prepared to be serious.

His eyes were solemn as he gripped the thunder halberd in his hands.

"Very well. Since it's the New Year's event, I won't be backing down anymore. However, you must endure it. If you lose, you can't blame me." Bai Mufeng gritted his teeth and spoke.

A bloodthirsty look flashed in his eyes.

He smiled savagely.

"Just come at me."

The lightning halberd in Bai Mufeng's hands rose up into the skies, gathering together to form a thunderstorm. The thunder and lightning revolved around him as he slaughtered his way through the heavens, as though he was the ruler of this entire world.

His body was filled with lightning and thunder, as if a god of thunder had descended into this world.

This scene shocked countless people.1

It looks like in the face of the demon race's provocation, Senior White is truly angry. The demon race is arrogant, and they should be the ones to be killed on the spot. Even if Senior White were to kill him, it could only mean that he has brought it upon himself. A disciple of the House spoke out as she watched the battle with cold eyes.

To be honest, the disciples of the House were furious at the arrogance of the demon race.

He could only hope that Senior Bai would give Zong Xiu a good lesson.

Let the demons not behave atrociously in the human race.

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed, a Saint realm Sixth Heavenly Layer, a mid-tier Saint level strength … Is it that terrifying?

The eyes of Xiao Chen and the others were filled with shock and yearning.

If they were able to reach this step, they would also possess the same level of strength.

I'm really looking forward to it.

On the battle platform, Zong Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for Bai Mufeng's attack. As the lightning descended, he pointed his halberd straight at Zong Xiu, "Kill!"

At this moment, the endless divine retribution lightning directly descended on the body of the sect disciple.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The battle stage shattered, and once again, Zong Xiu was engulfed.

The power this time around was much stronger and more terrifying than the previous ones.

The attention of the crowd was fixated on him. Earlier, his sect was completely unharmed by one of Bai Mufeng's attacks. Could he withstand it now?

After all, this blow was several times stronger than before.

Was Zong Xiu boasting, or was he terrifyingly strong?

They all held their breaths …

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