2892: C2892 Imperial Fist!

C2892 Imperial Fist!

Yang Ping swept his gaze across the crowd. His aura did not care about the rise of the crowd as it shot straight up to the sky. An Emperor's Scepter faintly appeared behind him. It was an Emperor's Scepter.

Li Muge and the others who did not release their Saint Domain finally understood why Gu Ning was kneeling down. Fuck, this level of pressure was definitely not Ninth Level Stage, it was even more terrifying than theirs.

How could this be?

They were shocked and doubtful, knowing that they couldn't wait. Otherwise, if Yang Ping climbed to his limit, they would die miserably. Gu Ning was the first to attack. He attacked from a distance, releasing a large number of Venomous Insect s, which pounced towards Yang Ping like a group of bloodthirsty Venomous Insect. He did not even let the others off.

Hua Xieyu's expression changed and she shouted, "Gu Ning, you lunatic! If you want to die, I'll grant you that wish!"

Gu Ning ignored Hua Xieyu and controlled the Blood-Thirsty Venomous Insect in an attempt to swallow Yang Ping whole. At the same time, Li Muge also made his move.

Roar! Roar!

Li Muge performed the Lion's Roar Technique. Once this shout was heard, the policemen outside vomited blood and screamed incessantly. Fortunately, they were still more than 100 meters away from the door. Otherwise, they would be crippled from the shock.

From this, one could see how terrifying the Lion's Roar Technique was.

A middle grade Earth Realm Ancient Martial Arts was extremely powerful when used by a Saint. Amongst them was Gu Ning's Venomous Insect, they were so shocked that they fell to the ground, black in color.

Gu Ning's face paled and he felt extremely pained. This was a Venomous Insect that was cultivated with countless of hard work, he did not expect to lose half of it. Hua Xieyu didn't stay idle. She retched dryly and spat out a flower branch.

A saint's weapon.

Saints rarely had weapons. Due to the difference in the materials and the feeling, saints with weapons were generally quite powerful. Hua Xieyu was risking her life for this.

With the branch in her hand, Hua Xieyu threw it at Yang Ping. The disgusting liquid on the branch shot out, turning into a black sword with poison on it.

There was a reason why Hua Xieyu was called Hua Xieyu because her weapon was called Hua Xieyu, the terrifying poison weapon that could make Hua Xieyu lose her life.

Gu Ning felt the strong poison and jumped in fright. He quickly retreated and cursed the idiot. This kind of indiscriminate attack would kill him, but he didn't expect that he was also a full-on attack.

The three Saints — Hua Xieyu, Gu Ning, and Li Muge — attacked Yang Ping together.

This was the first story in the history of the martial arts world. Three Saints working together to attack a Ninth Level Stage junior.

But it did happen.

Yang Ping, who was facing the attacks of three saints, looked calm and his aura was still rising. His heart was filled with anger and had reached its peak.

You actually want to attack someone I care about? This time, if you don't experience pain, you won't give up.

The six nodes in his body were warm and released waves of power. His Body of Top Yang s were active, like a awakened True Dragon, and they even gave off a sense of oppression that would cause one to despair.

Hua Xieyu and the other two's faces changed. They didn't dare to relax and wanted to kill Yang Ping immediately.

Yang Ping stared coldly at the sky full of attacks. Suddenly, a draconic roar came from his body and a set of fist techniques appeared in his mind. It originated from the depths of his blood vessels.

Numerous figures were practicing their punches. However, each of these punches seemed to shatter the heavens and shatter the starry sky. This was not a complicated fist art, but an extremely simple fist art. It was like the mantra of a great sage.

The simpler it was, the more terrifying it was.

Not far away, Qing Qing's heartbeat quickened. She stomped her feet and said, "You idiot, why didn't you dodge the attacks of the three Saints? No matter how strong you are, do you think you can dodge the attacks of the three Saints?"

Uncle Shan nodded. Even if he used all of his firepower, he would probably have to avoid Uncle Shan for now. Gu Ning's long-range attacks, Li Muge's close combat ability, and Hua Xieyu's Saint Weapon — these were all fatal threats.

Yang Ping was too careless, it was easy for youngsters to be proud.

It all depended on what he was going to do next.

Qing Qing and Uncle Shan were both highly experienced people. They could tell Yang Ping's predicament with a glance. It was too late for them to hide now. Unless they were willing to sacrifice a portion of their body, their lives would be in danger.

No one was optimistic about Yang Ping.

Even Qing Qing, who had a lot of confidence in Yang Ping, revealed a look of worry.

The only one who wasn't worried was Yang Ping. He felt a surge of energy awakening within his body. This was his own power, a power far beyond his imagination, as well as that mysterious and overbearing fist technique.

Imperial Fist!

A light flashed across Yang Ping's mind as he knew the name of the boxing style.

Power gushed into the fist.

He wanted to howl towards the sky and suppress this world. It was as if he was standing at the peak of this world with the starry sky above him. No one could stand on his head, no one could threaten him.

This was invincibility!

Only when one was invincible would one be able to use their head to crash into the starry sky.

BOOM!

Facing Gu Ning's Blood-Thirsty Venomous Insect, Hua Xieyu's life weapon, and Li Muge's powerful attack, Yang Ping finally made his move.

The sky was spinning and the earth was spinning!

When Yang Ping punched, it was as if the whole world was spinning. His fist was covered in a layer of golden light, wishing he could break through the barrier of this world.

Gu Ning's expression changed. With one punch, the Venomous Insect shattered.

Hua Xieyu was overwhelmed with shock. The flower bud in her hand fell to the ground. Her arm was numb. She looked at Yang Ping in fear. Her weapon was actually activated by the power of her fist.

To be able to use fist force to break away the Saint's weapon, it could be seen that Yang Ping's strength had reached an unimaginable realm.

Li Muge let out a muffled grunt. He did not dare to touch Yang Ping because the moment he was about to touch Yang Ping, he felt a bone-piercing coldness and was scared to the point of retracting his fist.

The fist power shook, breaking his clothes. He tried his best to avoid it, but the fist power swept past him like a mountain passing by.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

How is this possible!?

What a terrifying power.

Qing Qing opened her mouth and wiped her eyes, unable to believe what was going on. Yang Ping had broken through the combined attack of the three Saints with a single punch.

What the hell!

Qingqing's heart was in turmoil as she was extremely excited.

Uncle Shan's pupils constricted and his eyeballs rolled around, as if he was exposing a murderous intent that was hidden deep within them. The strength that Yang Ping displayed was definitely capable of contending against those first-rate Holy Land descendants.

If this kind of person couldn't be friends and became an enemy, then he would be a huge threat to them.

Yang Ping's punch was unstoppable, as if it was the life of three soldiers, invincible to all.

With a punch, Gu Ning vomited blood and was sent flying.

Hua Xieyu screamed and her arm exploded after that punch.

One fist, and Li Muge's lower abdomen was in severe pain. A serious wound had appeared in his body.1

One punch had caused the three Saints to turn pale, and the Sixth Dragon King to sit on the ground in absolute terror. He had forgotten about capturing Zhu Xi, and had forgotten about his mission, which was to catch a glimpse of an Imperial Bloodline Cultivator.

Yang Ping fell on the ground and the three saints were sent flying.

The three of them fell to the ground. They raised their heads and looked at Yang Ping's figure. It was as if they were looking at an insurmountable mountain. They were shocked. Yang Ping had planted an invincible seed in their hearts.

Unable to defeat them!

At this moment, the Dragon City was deathly still.

Yang Ping used his fist to beat up all those who had bad intentions. He wanted to cut off all thoughts of using Zhu Xi to deal with him.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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