183: C183 Fighting Golden Robes

C183 Fighting Golden Robes

Under this palm, the Heavenly Emperor Flower did not have any ability to resist, and was directly pierced through by Meng Xuan's palm! Meng Xuan's right hand stretched out and used the divine palm to cut into the canopy of the Sky Emperor Flower!

Puff!

Puff!

The canopy of the Heavenly Emperor Flower violently shook as it continuously released light screens, blocking Meng Xuan's invasion.

However, it could not stop him at all. The nine layer of protective qi barrier had been directly broken through by Meng Xuan!

Ah!

Yun Zhao screamed miserably as his chest was struck by this palm, and his body exploded with a scream! The cover of the Heavenly Emperor Flower was also smashed into smithereens, disappearing from this world.

As his Eternal Spirit was preparing to flee, the diamond chakram flew out, morphed into a wheel the size of a human, and descended from the sky. It struck the Eternal Spirit, instantly shattering it!

Everyone was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded.

Murong's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

The Heavenly Emperor Flower Cover with an astonishing defensive power was cut apart just like that?

The almighty Fourth Prince, Yun Zhao, had also died like this?

"What the f * ck!" "What the f * ck!" A young cultivator looked on in disbelief, rubbing his eyes, wondering if he had seen wrongly.

Wasn't the difference too huge?

In the entire ancient country of Nine Li, there were only a handful of innate techniques that could destroy the Heavenly Emperor Flower. But what was going on? Meng Xuan had used his palm technique to pierce through the cover of the Sky Emperor Flower!

Jian Eleven was stunned and his pupils suddenly contracted. His level of cultivation was the same as the fourth prince, but the fourth prince had been so easily beheaded. And judging from Meng Xuan's appearance, he had yet to reveal any of his trump cards.

Just how strong was he?

Hua Fei was also stunned. She had underestimated Tang Zong and even underestimated Meng Xuan.

The golden-robed man lowered his eyes, the shock in his eyes still visible. He always felt that Meng Xuan was very familiar with this place, but he just couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

And in his imagination, in the entire ancient country of Nine Li, only a few people on the Hundred God List had such strength. And they were all on this list a few years ago.

However, where did this Meng Xuan come from and why didn't he have the slightest impression of him?

Meng Xuan raised his head and withdrew his aura as he coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.

"Who's next?" Meng Xuan was incomparably domineering as he stared at Jian Eleven. His eyes were like lightning, without a shred of emotion.

He was handsome, with his hair down. However, his eyes were extremely sharp, like a sharp blade, it cut onto the bodies of everyone present.

Jian Eleven subconsciously took a step back, not daring to meet Meng Xuan's gaze.

If it was him, he definitely wouldn't be able to break the Heavenly Emperor Flower's cover.

But Meng Xuan could, and so easily!

With this kind of strength, how could he continue fighting? Even if he went up, he would be courting death.

"Jian Eleven, come up. Weren't you the one who was shouting the happiest just now? Didn't you want to avenge your aunt and cousin? Now I'll wait for you here. " Meng Xuan coldly spoke as he abruptly turned his gaze onto Jian Eleven.

Jian Eleven's heart was filled with terror. Seeing countless gazes riveted onto him, he shuddered and his face flushed red.

If he went up, he would die.

This delicate and handsome young man before him was even fiercer than a real dragon. If he didn't go up, he would be able to linger on for a while.

After hesitating for a while, he raised his head and said, "I admit defeat!"

I admit defeat!

Although his voice wasn't loud, it was still loud enough to explode in everyone's ears.

The disciple of the Sword Purification Pool who loved to compete the most, Sword Eleven, actually admitted defeat? Is there a mistake?

Everyone was stunned for a moment before they looked in shock at Meng Xuan. Just who was he, and what was his cultivation level? He was actually able to scare the successor of the Swordwashing Pool, Sword Eleven, into not daring to fight!

Meng Xuan was dazed for a moment as well before saying, "The Descendant of the Swordbath is only so-so."

Although she was mentally prepared, she was still very disappointed. This Meng Xuan really wasn't someone from the pond. In front of him, the only person who could suppress him was the golden robed youth!

The golden robed man wore a golden robe, and his figure was tall and powerful. He wore a mask, and his true appearance could not be seen. But Meng Xuan knew that he was a half demon dweller with the blood of a demon clan inside his body. At that time, he had fought with the golden-robed man within the treasure trove. Since day, he had also fought with them. The golden robed youth was also not his match!

Jian Eleven lowered his head, his eyes filled with hatred. He was the Sword Purification Pool's successor. Since the moment he entered society, when had he been looked down upon so much?

"Go up!" Murong shouted.

"Let's go up. Don't make Teacher Meng wait too long." Tang Zong also began his attack.

Jian Eleven took a deep breath, retreated a few steps and said to Princess Yun Chang: "Princess, I admit defeat!"

"Have you thought about it? Once you admit defeat, you will stop at this round." Princess Yun Chang said this sincerely and earnestly, her gaze never leaving Meng Xuan.

Better to die than to live.

Jian Eleven muttered to himself. Then, he nodded his head and said, "I have made up my mind. I concede!"

Everyone sighed as they looked at Meng Xuan. Curiosity, excitement, and fanaticism appeared in the eyes of many people.

Meng Xuan laughed and looked at the gold-robed man, "Your Highness Third Prince, maybe... Master Golden Robe, do you dare to fight me? "

In the great wasteland, Meng Xuan stood there like a divine mountain, propping up the entire sky. He had an air of invincibility and absolute confidence and strength.

The gold-robed man snorted coldly, "Why would I not dare!"

He was on the same level as Xu Chiyou, Ye Kuafu, and Li Xingtian. He was confident that they would not reach the same level as Ye Kuafu and Xu Chiyou.

In the entire ancient country of Nine Li, with the population numbered in the billions and countless geniuses, the only people who could reach the level of Ye Kuafu were the three of them!

The golden robed figure transformed into a streak of golden light, rushing into the great wasteland. Killing intent appeared in his eyes as he looked at Meng Xuan. He was extremely decisive. Without wasting any time, he tore apart the long robe on his body and flew into the air, transforming into his original form.

It was a half demon dweller. Its body was covered with huge scales. Its body was enlarged at an extremely fast speed and became ten zhang in size. He lifted his right foot and transformed it into a gigantic beast's claw that descended from the sky. He attacked Meng Xuan's head with all his strength!

At the same time, he released the power of the Ancestral Founder. Behind him, a huge demon dweller appeared. His eyes were like blood-red lakes as he looked up at Meng Xuan!

"He cultivated the power of the ancestor!"

"Meng Xuan is finished."

"The divine might of the Ancestral Founder, reputed to be the nemesis of the same rank!"

Hua Fei heaved a sigh of relief. The ancestor's power was too terrifying. As long as she cultivated it, she would be called the king of the same level!

An enormous suppressive force appeared, and like a tide, it enveloped Meng Xuan, causing him to sink into a quagmire.

Seeing that it was difficult for Meng Xuan to move, the gold-robed man heaved a sigh of relief. His enormous beast hooves lit up and pressed down on Meng Xuan from several hundred meters away. Even the space was constantly rumbling.

"Look, he's already been suppressed by the ancestor's divine might." Hua Fei laughed nervously. In the end, she laughed out loud. "Tang Zheng, open your eyes wide and look."

"Let's see if you die now!" Jian Eleven's expression was ferocious.

Everyone sighed. So what if she was talented? Wasn't he completely suppressed by the ancestor's divine might?

However, there was no trace of worry on Tang Zong and Murong. They knew Meng Xuan had already condensed the power of the ancestor!

Just as the gigantic hoof was about to strike Meng Xuan, Meng Xuan erupted. From

A terrifying aura rose from the top of his head. This was a terrifying dragon's might. At this moment, his entire body was surging with essence energy, as if a true divine dragon was awakening!

Then, he suddenly threw out a punch that carried the might of a dragon as it collided with the gigantic beast hooves!

Crack *

The massive beast's hooves shattered. Meng Xuan shot into the sky, instantly arriving above the golden-robed man. He stepped on the golden-robed man's head and fiercely stamped down!

Crack * The sound of bones breaking could be heard as Meng Xuan brought the large figure of the Gold Robed Hero down from the sky, crashing into the Wasteland!

Ah!

The golden robed man screamed, and his head was stomped into his chest!

The ground exploded, as though it had been struck by a meteorite. A huge crater appeared!

"I admit defeat!" The golden robed youth's head was stepped into his chest, but he was not dead yet, so he quickly shouted. His voice was filled with disbelief and terror.

This Meng Xuan actually managed to cultivate the might of an ancestor!

Moreover, it was purer, fiercer, and stronger than his!

Meng Xuan shook his head regretfully as he looked at the body of the gold-robed man. If he had known earlier, he would not have acted so cool and would have killed him instead.

The golden robed figure's neck began to glow, and as his head returned to its position, blood began to flow from his seven orifices.

The fear in his eyes had yet to fade.

The crowd was already petrified. They stared at Meng Xuan blankly. Other than shock, there was also shock in his eyes.

Meng Xuan … He also managed to cultivate the divine might of an ancestor?

Gold Robe. In the hands of Meng Xuan, he hadn't even received three moves?

Isn't this a little too surreal?

Princess Yun Chang's beautiful eyes were shining, feeling that Meng Xuan could not see through her at all. The more mysterious he became, the more he felt as if there was a layer of mist surrounding his body. The closer he got, the more he couldn't see anything clearly!

The golden-robed man was bleeding profusely from all seven orifices. He glanced at Meng Xuan, then flew up into the air and disappeared from everyone's line of sight. He had no face to stay here any longer. The dignified son of the Cloud County's Prince had actually lost to an unknown nobody!

"Who else wants to come up and fight?" Meng Xuan asked.

None of the people present dared to reply. Even the gold-robed man was defeated, and so quickly. Even his head had been stomped into his chest by Meng Xuan.

Probably only those three people would be able to suppress him, right?

"It can't be suppressed unless it's Ye Kuafu, Li Xingtian, or Xu Chiyou."1

"If he doesn't die, he will definitely become famous throughout the Nine Li Country!"

Princess Yun Chang said, "Meng Xuan has advanced. In a few days, he will be sent directly to the Imperial City to participate in the final round of the competition!"

The last round was a grand competition between three counties. Each of them was a monster among monsters. Especially those three people, they were born with strange appearances!

"Tang Zong, it's up to you now. There's no problem for you to advance." Meng Xuan said to Tang Zong.

"Thank you." Tang Zong gratefully said.

Imperial Concubine Hua blankly stared at Tang Zong. Her eyes were full of fear and hatred.

Meng Xuan sneered coldly as a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. This was because he could feel the wooden chest within the Universe Crystal trembling. Back then, it had been snatched away from the demon race's hands!

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