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One fist was enough to destroy Tian Mie's land. After a few battles, the arena was once again torn apart by the huge force. The surging Essence had already turned into a sword like cold light, wreaking havoc everywhere.

The power of Primitive Lord's punch was fully displayed.

All the dukes held their breaths. They wanted to see what method this "Long Xiao Ao" would use to block this punch!

In the end, it was Meng Fan who punched.

Using his fist to clash with the other's fist.

However, it was completely different from Primitive Lord's fist. Meng Fan's fist was very simple and unsophisticated. He did not allow anything to wreak havoc, and just directly punched out. However, the instant the fist was thrown out, all of the Divine Kings on the side felt discomfort and they were in extreme pain.

Because this punch seemed to be very slow.

It moved as though it was moving slowly.

However, it also seemed very fast.

In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed tens of thousands of attacks.

In the face of this punch, time had no meaning.

Speed was meaningless.

Distance was meaningless.

Time, speed, distance, these were all Laws that even a Divine King level master had to follow. But at this moment, Meng Fan's punches had completely lost all meaning. They naturally felt discomfort, and even pain.

It was extremely painful!

Primitive Lord's gaze also changed many times in an instant.

After that, two fists collided!

The overwhelming waves of Essence spread out, causing many Divine Kings to be unable to stand steadily. The Pillar of Martial Arts in their bodies buzzed as if they were wailing and begging for mercy.

However, this was only for a moment.

It was because Primitive Lord did not retreat even half a step after that one punch. However, his body was a bit stiff. However, Meng Fan's face was expressionless as he threw out a second punch.

He went around Primitive Lord's arm, around all the restrictions on his body, and bombarded his chest at a tricky angle.

Primitive Lord's face instantly turned pale.

Meng Fan's huge force penetrated into his body, penetrating through his flesh and blood, as well as his law. Under this kind of force, Primitive Lord felt as if a great disaster was about to befall him.

After the second punch, Meng Fan took another step forward.

Primitive Lord immediately spat out blood and a curtain of blood formed into layers of barriers to defend against Meng Fan.

But there was no point.

The first part, Meng Fan, directly tore the blood screen to shreds. Then, the third punch arrived!

Primitive Lord raised his hand to block.

Bang!

There was no energy being released at all.

Meng Fan's punch was only a millimeter away from its peak. He focused all of his power on one point and it was impossible for him to miss all of it. It all landed on Primitive Lord's arms that were blocking the punch.

Those two arms were covered with densely packed patterns. These were the marks of formations drawn by Primitive Lord after many years of cultivating his flesh and blood. They were extremely powerful.

But at this moment.

Gaga.

All the formation patterns were broken.

Primitive Lord's arms were broken.

He staggered backward a few steps, then sat down on the ground, his fleshly body gradually shrinking. In the end, his body returned to its normal state. He panted for breath, and blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth.

Meng Fan slowly returned to his original form.

There were only a few Celestial Kings left on the arena. They were all swept out by the power of these three fists and blasted out of the arena.

"Who the hell are you?" Primitive Lord said in a deep voice.

Meng Fan did not say anything. He just glanced at the other God Kings and immediately, the remaining few God Kings walked out of the arena without saying a word.

Victory and defeat had been decided in the fifth battle.

Of the five battles, the fastest to determine the victor was Tian Xingcang. Even Tian Xingcang took a while to summon twelve stars to attack. This time, it only took three punches in an instant.

Immediately, the three words "Long Xiao Ao" echoed in the crowd.

Everyone wanted to know just who this person was, and whether or not he was yet another rookie that had just risen up to the top. But even as a heaven's chosen rookie, his strength was too strong. He defeated Primitive Lord with three punches. Although it was only at that point in time, if it was a real life and death battle, it would not be that simple.

All sorts of speculations and speculations swirled in everyone's mind.

However, Meng Fan had already walked out of the arena.

The final battle between the five gods would be held on the second day. Today, it would be considered as over.

Returning to the Sky Cloud Hall, Meng Fan closed his eyes and meditated. In the Great Thousand Worlds, in the newly built Headquarters of the Dark Alliance "Misty Cloud Hall", rows and rows of energy formed words that would not rot.

Meng Fan's Great Thousand World slowly expanded over time. Now, it was already much larger than his Myriad-Domain Capital.

When they moved here, they all followed Meng Fan's rules and maintained peace. However, there were too many forces here, and there were also countless cultivators here, so disputes were inevitable. This was the nature of living beings, and it was also one of the reasons why living beings could continuously evolve and prosper.

As long as these disputes were stopped, the Dark Alliance would not interfere.

The newly built Dark Alliance stood at the center of this world, which was even more majestic than the Dark Alliance from before. Under Meng Fan's arrangement and the hands of many Divine Kings, they constructed hundreds and thousands of buildings, which were divided into "hall", "palace", and "palace".

The hall was made up of individual pavilions. There were residences of Dark Alliance disciples, some places that raised spirit beasts and Demonic Beast, and there were even herb gardens, weapon stores, and so on.

Palaces. These were the residences of all the Elders and core elites. There were Pill Refining Palace, Scholar's Palace, Disciplinary Palace, Martial Palace, Essence Palace, and so on. Thousands of them were constantly expanding.

Finally, there was the palace.

Compared to the many halls that were filled with stars, there weren't many palaces with thousands of palaces.

The largest one was the Heroic Spirit Hall, which was controlled by Gu Xin'ao.

The Demon Spirit Hall was controlled by Immortal Lord of Jade and the Misty Peak. Right now, Four Sages of Confusion and many other demon clan members also stayed there.

Other than that, there were also the Source Energy Palace, the Gas Energy Palace, as well as the Lightning Lake that was formed by the power of heavenly retribution, etc.

The Misty Cloud Hall was the Divine Temple of the Dark Alliance. Here, Meng Fan's lifetime worth of martial arts experience, as well as his experiences with True Meaning of the Great Tao and various worlds were all written down. Even if it was the Half-step Celestial King, it would never be able to pry even a tenth of this information in his entire life.2

In addition, all the Divine Kings of Dark Alliance have the right to write ancient records and store them here.

For anyone with Dark Alliance, even if they had Celestial King Stage s, they would benefit greatly by entering this place to read various ancient books and records.

The book that Meng Fan was writing right now was called the "Illusory Records", and it was exactly what he had seen and heard during these few battles. From his deductions, even an ordinary God King wouldn't do anything and wouldn't be able to hide the true meaning of his martial arts.

It only took a few incense sticks of time to finish writing it.

Meng Fan opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting outside.

It was Zhi Weiyi.

He looked pious and excited as he sat outside, waiting.

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