The God of All Realms

Chapter 116 The Battle

Wang Xiong's face was already pale, he didn't expect Long Han to dare look down on him.

After he stepped on the ring to provoke him, he not only ignored him, but also bet and chatted and laughed with others.

“People of the village, you have procrastinated, are you afraid of being killed by me and afraid to show up?” Wang Xiong stared at where Long Han was.

Several young people from the Wang family were also present and began to scorn.

"This child must have been afraid of Big Brother Wang, so he delayed his time."

"Could it be that he dared to break the rules of the Haifu Chamber of Commerce arena, and he would have to go up to accept the challenge."

"Let's guess, this kid can withstand a few blows from Big Brother Wang, I don't think he can withstand three hits."

"Three punches? You think too much about it, don't you? It was just a waste of an eighth grade spiritual master, and Big Brother Wang would crush him into flesh with a single blow."

There was a burst of laughter coming from Long Han's ears, but he didn't care.

He believed that as long as he and Wang Xiong started fighting later, all slander would vanish.

“I didn't expect you'd be in such a hurry to reincarnate, so I'll fulfill you.” After speaking, he stepped out and landed firmly on top of the huge ring.

The corner of Wang Xiong's mouth twitched, and he was really annoyed with Long Han. The cultivation base of a dignified fifth-grade spiritual king, when faced with a spiritual master's cultivation base was not high above.

Today, he was a little embarrassed by Long Han, he swore in his heart that he had to kill Long Han today for the hatred in his heart to be eliminated.

“Prepare to die.” Wang Xiong's majestic spiritual power was rolled up, and the aura of a fifth grade spiritual master was so strong that many people around the ring were full of shock.

"Wang Xiong was worthy of being one of the top geniuses among the Wang family's youths, and his strength was truly not simple." A first rank Spirit Sect martial artist said.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiong wanted to kill Long Han impatiently for a long time. He did not even talk to Long Han anymore. At the same time when the light of spiritual power appeared in his fist, he punched Long Han with a punch.

A gust of wind surrounded his fist, and on top of his fist, a circle of vortexes condensed, and a gust of wind moved the space around him slightly distorted.

"Fist the Wind!"

Wang Xiong displayed an underground fist technique, and attacked Long Han with a punch, like a gust of wind, with boundless power.

Long Han stood there with contempt in his eyes: "It's really weak."

Hearing Long Han's words, Wang Xiong barely ran away.

The dignified fifth-grade spirit king moved. The other party, a spiritual master, did not think about how to resist, but still criticized him. He felt that Long Han was deliberately insulting him.

"die!"

Fists became more ferocious, and even body movements pushed the wind to sweep.

"Xumi's Boxing!"

At Long Han, a golden light opened.

In the presence of a fifth-grade spirit king, his strength was enough to kill an opponent, but he did not dare to be careless, no one knew if this Wang Xiong had any other means.

"Xuan realm top-tier spiritual skill transformation?" The surrounding Lingzong Warriors, including Old Ghost Wen and Li Dongyang, were all staring at Long Han with wide eyes.

Even Cultivators from Spirit Sovereigns had never developed a single spiritual skill into the Transformation Realm in their entire lives.

Of course, it was not because they did not possess this ability, but it was a waste of time to develop spiritual skills into a transformation realm.

"Sumy!"

The golden fist contained a golden light on Long Han's body.

He cultivated to the fourth level of the "Divine Art of Batian", and raised it to a fourth grade spiritual body.

Bang out!

Both fists collided and gusts of wind erupted.

The most important thing was that Wang Xiong, who was originally expected by everyone, was thrown by this blow, his blood was falling, and if he did not reach for that huge ring with one hand at the last moment, it was thrown down, he'll fall under the ring and be gone.

hisses...

The scene suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Long Han's figure. Some girls could not help but look at Long Han infatuatedly.

"Ah .. I'll kill you!" Wang Xiong shouted loudly, and his full hair waved in an instant, his body was impulsive, and he stepped onto the ring in a single step.

He had not expected Long Han's strength to be so strong, if he had known, he would not have shown a low-level spirit now, but his trump card.

“Do not talk much nonsense, fast and off.” Long Han showed contempt at the corner of his mouth, that kind of arrogance in everyone's eyes was the confidence of a strong man.

This was an aura that a true pride of heaven had to possess, in order to become invincible.

"What!"

Wang Xiong's body caused a wave of hot air.

His entire body was burning like fire, and there was a raging fire on top of his fist.

“Wang Xiong will show you his trump card, top-tier boxing technique, and six blows from the fire! It is said that this fist technique uses six punches, and its power is terrifying.” Someone looked at Wang Xiong with a hint of astonishment.

The battle had just begun, and Wang Xiong was forced by Long Han to use his killer skills.

“Nak, this is my full strength. Next, I'll let you die under my six fists.” After speaking, he stepped forward, his fist carrying a blazing flame, and rushed towards Long Han's chest.

“Banmen take an axe and play with fire with me in front of me, and I will tell you what it means to burn yourself.” Long Han's eyes were filled with contempt.

Who her? It was an eighth-grade distiller, and any flame was just his toy to him.

“I'm not ashamed.” Wang Xiong punched him mercilessly.

laugh it off!

Long Han did not show any weakness. Purple flames exploded above his fists, fighting against Wang Xiong.

Wang Xiong only felt that the flames of his spiritual power were instantly destroyed by the impact of the purple flames, and one of his arms, under the purple flames, did not even have time to react, and was burning, even though he was still alive, tiredness.

"Shoppers!"

Wang Xiong's eyes were filled with a ferocious light, he stretched out his hand and tore the burning arm, staring at Long Han with blood red eyes.

"What's going on? Who is the Spirit King? Who is the Spirit Teacher? How do I feel that Long Han is the Spirit King?" The martial artist of the strong man Lingzong felt a little confused.

Logically, the spirit king cultivator had to suppress the spirit master warrior, but from start to finish, it seemed that Long Han always had the upper hand, but Wang Xiong was in a mess.

“When I played with fire, you weren't born yet? Garbage.” Long Han looked at Wang Xiong with a grin at the corner of his mouth. He wanted Wang Xiong to do something else.

Of course, Wang Xiong did not think what Long Han said was true, he thought it was an insult to him by Long Han, the corner of his mouth raised a sneer, and he said, "You're not just a spiritual teacher, I'd like to see how you reject me. Mood power?"

wow wow wow...

At Wang Xiong, the power of two artistic conceptions erupted.

Many people could not help but shake their heads, maybe Long Han had the upper hand from start to finish.

However, the difference between a powerful spirit king and a spiritual teacher was the power of artistic conception.

Wang Xiong exploded with the power of artistic conception, and Long Han would definitely lose.

“Hahaha, no matter what, you will die in my hands.” Wang Xiong's face was filled with madness. He did not expect that he would have to use the power of artistic conception to kill him when dealing with a level nine spiritualist. Sir, it's a shame for him to come out.

Long Han looked at Wang Xiong like an idiot, and the corner of his mouth lifted up, "Right? Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. You're the one who's gonna die today."

wow wow wow...

At the moment Wang Xiong manipulated the power of the two artistic conceptions and struck Long Han in front of him.

An aura no weaker than him erupted from Long Han, and three powerful rays of light shot out instantly, and were bombarded with Long Han fists.

Wang Xiong's eyes widened and he roared, "No way? How can you realize the power of the three moods by cultivating your ninth grade spiritual master?"

However, it was not Long Han who answered him, but the attack of the three great powers of artistic conception.

Bang out!

The strength of the two moods on his body all collapsed, and his face was pale.

The power of the spirit king was equivalent to the power of the soul, if there was any damage, it would severely injure its roots.

"die!"

A cold killing intent appeared in Long Han's eyes, and when Wang Xiong's artistic conception power collapsed, he punched Wang Xiong's chest viciously.

Click!

Wang Xiong felt that all the bones in his chest were shattered, and nearly half of his meridians were broken, and he lay in the ring like a dead person.

His eyes were filled with incredible gazes from the countless people around him, and there were many enraged warriors.

"Huh? Nima, a fifth-grade spirit king was defeated by a ninth-grade spiritual master, bankrupting me."

"Why are you still alive, I lost 100,000 gold coins, why aren't you dead?"

"Don't you just say that you're definitely going to win? samp*h!"

Under the ring, countless warriors stared at Wang Xiong with blood-red eyes.

If they could rush into the ring to make trouble, they would rush over and tear Wang Xiong into some large pieces.

You know, many people thought that Wang Xiong would win, and even the Haifu Merchant Association lent usury to borrow gold coins, who knew that this loss was completely destroyed.

Waw!

Wang Xiong's meridians started twitching, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness. Coupled with the excitement of the people around him, he was so angry that he spewed out a mouthful of blood and died from anger.

Li Dongyang waved to the people from the Haifu Chamber of Commerce and said, "Give this body to the Wang family outside."

After he finished speaking, he landed in front of Long Han, his eyes were full of surprise, his face was full of smiles, and he said to Long Han: "Sister, I, Li Dongyang, he is very happy, room Leader Feilongcheng Haifu Commerce, would like to invite you. Join the Haifu Chamber of Commerce."

Old Gui Wen was still standing under the ring, regretting not listening to Long Han's bet, and hearing Li Dongyang's words in his ear, he almost scolded.

Isn't this a blatant dig?

“Li Dongyang, are you still shameless? This Long Han is a disciple of Sanjie-ku Village.” Old Ghost Wen appeared right beside Long Han, staring at Li Dongyang furiously.

Li Dongyang instantly ignored the anger of old ghost Wen, looked at Long Han, and said indifferently: "Sister, as long as you join our Haifu Chamber of Commerce, he said, I'll give you a million gold coins every year for cultivation, all kinds of medicinal herbs you want. There are as many as possible, and the most important thing in the Haifu Chamber of Commerce is money."