1848: C1848 Wound

C1848 Wound

The first one!

A few words came out of Meng Fan's mouth, sonorous and powerful, filled with killing intent.

Even if he was left with only his soul and source energy, after spitting out those words, there was still a killing intent that could penetrate through the nine heavens and ten realms. He silently stood there on the spot, as if he was looking at the void and meeting eyes with the Forbidden Hall in the endless space.

The way they looked at each other seemed to make everything silent, as if they were only sparks colliding with each other.

Looking around the world, everyone knew how terrifying Thirteenth Palace Master was. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to suppress the experts of the Myriad Domain for so long. Perhaps Ancient Emperor was comparable to Thirteenth Palace Master, but if one could truly say that Ancient Emperor was the number one person in history, then Thirteenth Palace Master would be the only one.

This time, it was only the six Palace Masters who took action, and there were still seven people who hid within their Forbidden Hall, not releasing a single word.

Looking at the entire world, whoever dared to enter Forbidden Hall, who had the qualifications to do so, Ancient Emperor, would also need to think twice.

But to Meng Fan, the divine monkey was dead.

Being beaten into a sliver of origin within the Dark Alliance, coupled with the fact that countless people's Dark Alliance had been affected by the collision this time, it was unknown how many people had suffered and were affected as well.

At a glance, the entire Turbulent Domain was already in disarray. A large number of buildings from the past were destroyed, and countless Dark Alliance disciples were groaning as blood flowed from their mouths. They were clenching their teeth and insisting that at least a small portion of the countless buildings that had risen to prominence during the last ten thousand years had been destroyed by Thirteenth Palace Master.

If he did not avenge such a grudge, Meng Fan … It wasn't Meng Fan!

Staring at the empty space, Meng Fan knew that one day, he would fight against Thirteenth Palace Master. Even if Ancient Emperor couldn't do it, it didn't mean that he couldn't.

In the past, he continuously leveled his Forbidden Void and cut off Thirteenth Palace Master's tentacles to the outside world, but the true core of his Forbidden Hall had never been used.

And now, the killing intent in Meng Fan's heart soared. His thought of exterminating the forbidden zone and completely wiping out the root of the cholera in this world had also surged up like never before.

Creak!

Meng Fan finally spat out a mouthful of blood and an endless sense of weakness came from his body.

The body of the Godking had exploded.

In that instant, he had left a trace of his source energy for the monkey. If he had this method in the past, perhaps Ru Shuiyi would not have died like that, but even the current Meng Fan had expended a great deal of his Power of Origin.

For him, it was like adding snow to a snowstorm.

He had expected Thirteenth Palace Master to make a move, but he didn't expect him to do it so quickly. He mistakenly judged Thirteenth Palace Master's recovery ability. According to his previous deduction, Thirteenth Palace Master was scheming something huge in order to fight against the God Kings of Ancient Emperor and the world. Not only did he recover his strength, but he was also accumulating astounding techniques.

According to their plans, at this moment, Thirteenth Palace Master should not intervene because it was not the right time yet. It was just that Meng Fan underestimated his position in Thirteenth Palace Master's heart.

With Thirteenth Palace Master's attention to him, even if he had a huge plan, the six Palace Masters had already personally acted. Who knows how many times they had slowed down their own plans to kill Meng Fan.

After all, in this world, Meng Fan was the only one who could contend against him for so long.

From the looks of it, he already had the means to move freely by the six Palace Masters.

Under this sneak attack, even though Meng Fan survived, he suffered the biggest blow since he became the God King.

After two consecutive battles, one battle had been destroyed, the other had been destroyed, while the last battle had caused Thirteenth Palace Master's Ascendant to be destroyed to a total of two-thirds of his original strength.

Especially when the body of the God King was destroyed. This was the body that Meng Fan had been constantly training when he was young. Up until now, he had spent a lot of effort and sweat.

But now, it was useless.

A moment later, Heaven Crippling, Zhongtian, Zhan Tian and the other God Kings arrived beside Meng Fan. After carefully inspecting him, they all shook their heads.

Sky Challenging Giant was even more straightforward as he said in shock,

"Bro, you're useless!"1

As soon as those words were said, it caused the crowd to tremble. Countless people gathered over, including Female Emperor, Burning Heaven Token, Yun Feiyang and the others, all of them had anxious expressions on their faces. What kind of eyesight did Expert of Celestial King Stage have? How could he speak nonsense. Right now, Celestial King of the Central Sky, Sky Cracking, and Human Xiong all had ugly faces, which clearly showed the big problem.

After a moment, Bai Xingyi also sighed.

"That's right, even though my Power of Origin had been injected into his body, it is still a little too late. He had exhausted too much energy, and in his battle with Destruction, he did not obtain enough strength to recover fully, and in addition, he forcefully activated his own Power of Origin, making him even more severely injured, so much so that he might not be able to continue anymore. The best scenario would probably take a million years, or even longer, to reach its peak.

Hearing Bai Xingyi's words, everyone's expression changed. A million years of time!

Even for Expert of Celestial King Stage, this was just too long. How could a generation of the Unparalleled Emperor pass this time, and pass it?

Not to mention that not long from now, it would be the battle of the Source of the Heavens. If Meng Fan was unable to participate in the battle at that time, what would happen then?

Without a doubt, this kind of heavy injury was the equivalent of death to Meng Fan.

"Ancestor, is there no other way? Or is it a divine object that's being repaired?"

Bai Shui'er said, her jade-like hand grabbing Meng Fan's shoulder with a face full of apprehension.

"No, Expert of Celestial King Stage doesn't usually cause heavy injuries, but once it does, it requires a long period of time to recuperate, not to mention this kind of injury of his, it can't be described as an injury anymore. It's like an ordinary person losing an arm, do you think it can be healed?"

Bai Xingyi sighed. His tone was also full of helplessness and loneliness.

The other Divine Kings looked at each other, and one by one, they shook their heads. Even though the one present here was an invincible expert, there was simply nothing they could do. It was simply too difficult to repair the injury of a Expert of Celestial King Stage, and other than the rebirth of Meng Fan himself, they could not think of any other way.

Like this, they couldn't help but make everyone in Dark Alliance suffer a huge blow. To them, Meng Fan was their own belief.

Even the injury on his pinky was hard for them to accept, let alone this kind of crippled ending.

"I'm fine!"

However, at the next moment, Meng Fan slowly spoke. He looked around, and deeply bowed.

Thank you everyone, life and death are determined by fate. Between today, the one who should have died was me, yet I let the divine monkey die in my place.

Hearing Meng Fan's words, everyone turned away and left with a wry smile. Only Meng Fan remained.

Within this world, there was even a thunderclap. There was no need to intentionally spread the news. Within a few days, it resounded throughout the entire Myriad Domain.

Supreme Celestial King, Meng Fan, was actually... He was half crippled!

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