"Poof!"
At the same time as someone exclaimed, the fist on top of Duke Yuan's fist also violently opened his mouth and sprayed fresh blood like a mist on the spot.
Even after the fist hit him, Yuan Gongzi's body was bent into a bow due to the force, and the intense pain made his blood drip from his mouth to the ground like plasma even after he sprayed the blood mist.
Pain!
The pain was excruciating!
It was as if someone had punched him right through the chest cavity!
But in his eyes, there was more resignation!
How could this happen?
How could this be?
He wanted to grab Han Qianqian and ask him why this had happened!
With his power, with his ability, he was invincible and could not be defeated, but today, he was defeated at the hands of an unknown person.
And it was almost in such a disastrous form.
The devil's claw, which he was so proud of, had no advantage whatsoever, but was instead blown apart by a single punch in the most direct confrontation, leaving only a more domineering, more ferocious and more magnificent image of his opponent.
The Yuan family's strongest art?
There was also the Art of Transformation of the Devil itself.
Once, how glorious these were, and now it nails itself to the pillar of shame, how profound.
The people on the stage, too, were completely stunned, each one forgetting to even breathe.
Just staring dumbfounded at the centre of the living room, the jaw-dropping result.
There was no such banter as one might imagine, nor was there such a great thrill as one might imagine, there was just a moment of slaughter, even ......
It could be called a spike!
Only, it wasn't the unassuming country bumpkin who was killed in seconds, but Yuan Gongzi, whom they had high hopes and had never even suspected!
"Am I looking at it all wrong?"
"Not to mention spending money, I even suspect I'm dreaming."
"Not only did that guy break the devil's claw with one punch, he even ...... could even hit Duke Yuan's abdomen so dryly and dominantly directly, how strong does this ...... have to be?"
"Duke Yuan's cultivation level is already at the Upper Realm of Evil Punishment, although he is not considered a Patriarch level Eight Desolate Expert, he is still considered a first class expert, how can someone resist his fatal strike while still directly breaking it with brute force and then hitting it?"
"Unless, this hick in front of me has a cultivation level that is at least two notches higher than the Evil Punishing Realm. Otherwise, there's no way he could have killed Duke Yuan in such a simple and crisp second!"
"There is already only one Eight Desolate Realm left above the Realm of the Punishing Evil, let alone the fact that this kid can be higher than the Eight Desolate Realms."
"That's right, in the Eightfold World, the youngest experts of the Eight Desolate Realm are at least a hundred years old, this kid is young, only thirty at most, how could he possibly have such a Zhenhua Realm?"
"But he did do it." Some people shook their heads, unwilling to continue to ignore the facts in vain any longer.
"Could it ...... be possible that we were wrong from the start? He didn't have any secret treasure to protect him at all, but simply used his cultivation to harden against Duke Yuan's attack?" Someone guessed.
But this guess, apparently, caused everyone to suck in a cold breath.
This explanation seemed to be the only one that could run through the back and forth at the moment, but if such an explanation came true, then I was afraid that it would be too perverse.
A young man with such a perverted cultivation level?
Then what is he?
"Either a true god or a loose immortal!"
"Moreover, it is definitely the existence of the top of the loose immortals, or even, the one closest to God."
When the two men's words landed, the group of young masters present were silent.
Inside the pearl curtain.
The woman in green covered her mouth with her show hand, almost losing her voice in astonishment, and even the woman in white actually stood up at this unprecedented moment, mumbling in disbelief as she looked at this scene in the field.
Defeated?
Even though the woman in white had prepared herself mentally and knew that this Han Qianqian was no match for her.
But she had never dreamed that victory would come so quickly and decisively. The battle between the two had barely even begun before the end was ushered in.
He was indeed not a creature of the pool, but, rather, a true Nine to Five Imperial Dragon!
A single flight, astonishing the world!
A smile suddenly appeared on the woman in white's face, and the woman in green suddenly blushed scarlet and nodded, then she took a slight step forward and spoke words that left Han Qianqian's jaw agape.