865: C865 First Fist of Epoch

C865 First Fist of Epoch

Everyone was shocked by the scene before them. Hong Zheng's explosive force was too terrifying. Everyone knew how powerful the Sunscorch Little Heavenly King was. In his hands, Tata King was killed in less than a hundred moves.

However, right now, he had been smashed into smithereens by Hong Zheng's pole. Even his primordial spirit had not escaped and had completely fallen.

Too weak. The two words seemed to have a demonic quality to them as they echoed in the ears of the crowd.

The emperor was slightly dazed as well.

"How dare you!" The Scion of Darkness was enraged. He was wearing jet-black armor, and only his eyes were visible. He was the son of the Sovereign of Darkness, and his father was a Deity who stood at the very peak of power!

He naturally had his own pride.

Holding onto a gigantic sword, he stood up and pointed at Hong Zheng. "Come over and accept your death!"

Hong Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly. The Divine Darkness Son gave him a strong feeling. Sovereigns had many children. The one in front of him was one of the most talented ones he had left behind in the Western Orthodoxy.

He had inherited his father's powerful bloodline. The black blood that flowed in his body was like a raging river as it surged, releasing a sound that could overflowing the heavens.

Hong Zheng walked forward with the staff in his hand. The Ether Staff in his hand was flickering with light.

"Daring to establish a sect called Hongmeng. You sure are bold. No matter if it's you or Meng Xuan, I will end all of you today." The Scion of Darkness said.

The two exploded into an unimaginable battle within the Stellar River as all sorts of supernatural powers and techniques were unleashed. The light shone down in all directions, illuminating the sky.

In another direction, the battle between the clown emperor and the devilish Meng Xuan had reached a white-hot point. As an ugly deity, the Clown Emperor naturally had terrifying strength and was extremely hard to kill. Every time Meng Xuan killed him, he would borrow the strength of an evil force to recover and return to the peak.

"I would actually like to see how many times you can die." The devilish Meng Xuan let out a cold snort. His hands moved in the air, closing his eyes as he performed a spell.

His pupils had turned a golden color, and his black hair was unbound. Black clothes were fluttering about, and his eyes were full of aggression. He struck out with his fist, which was wrapped in countless golden symbols. It was as bright as the sun.

It was a boxing technique recorded in the chapters of the era, not the Divine Punch. However, the attacking power was also extremely terrifying. Countless symbols wrapped around the fist, increasing the power of the attack.

From afar, he said sorrowfully, "The Trickster Emperor is extremely hard to kill. He is a Sovereign's clone; you won't be able to kill him. Even if the Immortal King Great Leader were to make a move, he might not even be able to kill him. "

The devilish Meng Xuan didn't say anything as he punched it until it exploded. But soon after, the Clown Emperor borrowed a strand of energy and once again revived in the distance. He stood on top of the tower, looking down at Meng Xuan. "Meng Xuan, you can't kill me."

Meng Xuan closed his eyes and his fists glowed with a golden light. He suddenly saw a ray of light. That ray of light contained countless pieces of information. When Meng Xuan was still in the Stone King Devil Region, he had once discovered that light was the best medium to record all kinds of information.

Now, he saw a fist mark in the light!

The Primordial Divine Fist!

The King of Era left behind three punches and fell into the river of time, disappearing without a trace. However, the three fists did not disappear. Instead, they hovered in the river of time, ready to be summoned back at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the fist.

That was the real Divine Age Fist!

"Primordial Divine Fist!" Meng Xuan closed his eyes and carefully analyzed the light. At the same time, the golden rune wrapped around his fists became even more resplendent.

He slowed down and finally stood in place, frowning.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in the Clown Emperor's eyes. A stack of golden cards the size of a palm appeared in his hand. With two fingers pinching a golden card, he suddenly shot it towards Meng Xuan.

Swoosh!

A sharp piercing sound rang out as the golden page became extremely sharp. No one knew what material was used to forge it. It directly sliced through the void. Afterwards, the Clown King seemed to have gone insane as his right hand continuously lashed out. Golden cards flew out of his hand one after another. In the end, the sky was full of them. It was as if snow had fallen from the sky, covering Meng Xuan.

His killing intent was awe-inspiring, and it was ice-cold to the bone.

Even from far away, Na Duo could feel the killing intent within this divine ability.0

He couldn't help but shiver. Only now did he clearly understand how terrifying his Master really was.

The Clown King was like a real god as he sat in the void and waved his right hand.

Crash, crack, crack. It sounded like raindrops hitting bananas. Countless cards clashed together, and the explosive sound made people's scalps tingle.

"Be careful!" Naduo shouted.

However, Meng Xuan's eyes were still closed, as if he didn't feel anything.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Golden cards that filled the sky descended from the sky, directly drowning Meng Xuan!

With a weng sound, Meng Xuan's body instantly split apart, turning into countless fragments and disintegrating on the spot.

However, in the next breath, a piece of meat began to shine as it reconstituted its true form in the distance.

The golden card turned into a flood, passing through a star. Instantly, the star turned into dust.

Meng Xuan was still frowning. He showed no signs of opening his eyes.

Naduo could only feel his heart beating rapidly.

If Meng Xuan fought the Clown Emperor, would he still have any hope of winning?

He did not defend nor take the initiative to attack. What was going on? He just stood there with his eyes closed?

Swoosh!

Another sharp piercing sound was heard. Meng Xuan had just reassembled his real body when a card flew past him and cut off his left arm. That arm was extremely terrifying. It fell into the depths of the ice-cold universe and instantly enlarged, becoming a pillar holding up the sky. It crushed dozens of stars before finally splitting apart.

Swoosh.

A second card flew out, flashing across his neck.

The devilish Meng Xuan's head flew up into the sky.

Seeing this, the Clown Emperor's expression became increasingly cold.

He pointed at Meng Xuan from afar, and instantly, the golden card transformed into a beam of light, attempting to pierce through Meng Xuan's forehead, shattering his immortal king essence. At this moment, the devilish Meng Xuan abruptly opened his eyes. "Are you done fighting?"

The head opened its eyes and reassembled itself. Dressed in black, he stood in place, coldly looking at the Clown Emperor: "It's over."

He found the first fist he lost in the river of time, the Divine Punch of Time!

The Clown Emperor didn't understand what trump card Meng Xuan still had. At this point, the two of them had pretty much revealed all of their trump cards. However, the Clown Emperor still felt a sense of life-and-death danger.

This was an instinct, a reminder from the real body.

As he frantically retreated, all the hair on his body stood up. He felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast from the Ancient Desolation.

"It's time for the Primordial Divine Fist to appear." As Meng Xuan spoke, he stretched out his right arm and turned into a giant dragon, soaring through the sky. At the same time, his right arm was wrapped in countless fragments!

It was a fragment of time!

Buzz! Buzz! The entire world began to tremble. Everyone's gazes were fixated on this direction, their hearts trembling in fear.

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