1638: C1638 Feng Wuhuang released his might.

C1638 Feng Wuhuang released his might.

These two light talismans respectively belonged to the Strength King Yang Jian and the Soul Slaying Blade Dongfang Po.

Yang Jian who was guarding the Fourth Ring came from the Fetal Reservoir Realm, and was famous in the Fetal Reservoir Realm.

"I never thought that the first battle would be between Yang Jian and Dongfang Po."

Dongfang Po was still the arena master who guarded the eleventh Ring after all. Before the battle had even begun, the big bosses and Top on all sides had already predicted the outcome of the battle based on their characteristics.

"Make your move!"

On the stage, Yang Jian's entire body shone with a gold light, his entire being seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, his overflowing muscles revealing his incomparable power.

Clang!

Dongfang Po did not speak, and directly pulled out his Soul Slaying Blade.

The huge blade was about two meters long, and when it was raised high above his head, a sharp, magma-like momentum was gathering itself bit by bit.

Yang Jian was not anxious, he stood at his original position, completely confident in himself.

When the powerful Volcano like blade force reached its peak, Dongfang Po bellowed.

"Slashing Mountains and Rivers."

Suddenly, Dongfang Po's blade suddenly slashed down, the Soul Slaying Sabre shot out a bright light, like a Divine Giant Spirit Saber, it chopped down at Yang Jian's head.

"Interesting."

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and roared, the gold light around his body layered upon each other, forming a golden armor. With a creak sound, his left and right hands crushed the blade light that was approaching him.

He leaned forward, curled his five fingers into a fist, and brought his two fists together. He then punched towards the incoming blade light.

"He's truly a madman. If he doesn't succeed, he will die."

Outside the arena, many of the ancient cultivator s and Buddhist Disciple s shook their heads. Everyone in the arena stared blankly, as they secretly paid attention to Yang Jian's madness.

Clang!

Mao Song's terrified voice sounded out, like a huge blade rubbing against steel and stars, an ear-piercing sound spread, causing many ancient cultivator s and Buddhist Disciple s to immediately fall, and even more big masters and Top s to circulate their mana to resist the sound wave.

If it was like this outside of the arena, there was no need to even mention what was happening inside.

Yang Jian stared at the resplendent blade radiance, and directly rushed forward, the violent blade radiance scraping against the golden armor, creating fiery light that soared to the sky from the friction.

"Break for me."

Yang Jian's fists shook violently, and then suddenly separated, causing the remaining blade light to immediately shatter and turn into countless flames that shot out in all directions.

Standing in the center of the arena, Yang Jian enunciated each word clearly: "Give me a blade, and I'll return a punch to you."

BOOM!

Yang Jian's entire body flashed with a gold light, without much preparation, he immediately threw a punch at Dongfang Po.

It was a simple punch, but it was filled with the terrifying force of the punch. Dongfang Po's heavy expression on his huge blade blocked, but he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying back a hundred miles.

Under the terrifying fist force, the bones in Dongfang Po's arms creaked, and he almost could not hold onto his blade.

"Damn it …"

Taking a deep breath, Dongfang Po used his movement technique. The saber light was like a waterfall, circling and attacking around Yang Jian, attempting to find the entrance to Yang Jian's King Kong Barrier.

Unfortunately, Yang Jian was like a mountain peak.

One force reduces ten.

After just three moves, Dongfang Po was already hanging on the defensive light wall with blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Powerful King Yang Jian, your reputation is indeed not as great as it seems to be. Amazing."

"Rank four is indeed worthy of its reputation. I just don't know if it will be able to defeat that arrogant Human Clan kid."

The big boss and Top nodded in agreement, thinking of the Captain.

At least in the Buddhism Realm s, there was still someone as skilled as Yang Jian.

Not a loss.

After the match between Yang Jian and Dongfang Po, there were two other matches, one between Wang Ba and Yan Qing, the other between Leng Feng and Xin.

When the two of them had finished fighting, and during the fourth match, Yang Jian's light talisman lit up once again. But this time, his opponent was Feng Wuhuang, the one who had snatched the first Ring from the others.

"It's finally the three Son of God's turn to fight on stage."

Seeing Feng Wuhuang's light talisman light up, everyone on the stands woke up.

Even the King of the Minde Wheel on the Eastern stands that was chanting with his eyes closed opened his eyes and shot him a look of concern.

"Strength king, I'll give you three moves."

Feng Wuhuang said as he stood on the stage, his hands behind his back.

"Alright."

Yang Jian did not refute him as his body was enveloped in a golden light and he punched out.

The terrifying fist power was concentrated at a high altitude, carrying with it the power to destroy a mountain. It bravely advanced forward.

"Alright."

Feng Wuhuang commented blandly. Without making any move, he immediately sidestepped, and actually allowed Yang Jian's terrifying punch to hit him.

Yang Jian was unable to hold back and immediately smashed his fists onto the ground, exploding a deep pit with a radius of a few miles.

One had to know that this was a stage formed by King of the Minde Wheel s coming down from Spirit Mountain Wonderland. The rules on top of this stage were at least millions of times more than the outside world, otherwise, how would they have been able to withstand the attacks of the Twelve Buddhist Disciple.

If one were to smash open a deep crater within a radius of a hundred miles on the battling platform, it would mean that one would be able to smash open a crater with a circumference of nearly a hundred miles in the outside world.

"Terrifying …"

The ancient cultivator s of the ancient country understood this point, and were shocked beyond words.

At the same time, he was also astonished by Feng Wuhuang's strength.

"Indeed, the Son of God is the Son of God."

Many people sighed.

On the stage, one strike had failed. Yang Jian was not anxious, he calmly threw out two punches with golden light, but after two punches, he could not even touch the corner of Feng Wuhuang's clothes.

"Okay, three moves are over. You must be careful."0

Feng Wuhuang opened his mouth, the depths of his eyes flashed with a cunning look.

He lost to Qin Feng five years ago, and now, it could be considered as Feng Wuhuang's second battle. Not only did he have to win cleanly, he would also need to shake people's hearts.

And Yang Jian, as the fourth place person, had very well become Feng Wuhuang's stepping stone.

"Alright."

Yang Jian remained silent, the terrifying fist force condensed once again, all the golden light around his body was contained within the Fist.

An ordinary punch actually caused people to feel as though a continent was crushing down on them.

"How terrifying, this punch can pierce through at least one continent."

The elders and Top s on the surrounding stands had their comments made, which had gained the approval of countless people.

Yang Jian's punch had gathered all of the power of his life, whether it was successful or not.

"How will the Son of God defend itself? It's better to avoid its attacks!"

Many people widened their eyes, not daring to blink.

"Heh …"

Feng Wuhuang calmly stood in place until the arrival of the Fist.

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