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It seemed unable to withstand the supreme magical power of this golden-winged Roc.

The earth shook.

Time and space are distorted.

Peng Sanchong is absolutely right.

The power of the demon race mainly comes from their bloodline.

Although it only refined one kind of supreme avenue.

But so what?

Possesses the bloodline power of the Golden-winged Roc.

This way it can be invincible.

This battle was extremely brutal.

Except for the Ancient True Demon, Xiao Chen almost used up all his trump cards and hit Peng Sanchong more than a hundred times in a row before he beat him to pieces, turning him into a dead dog and falling into the sky.

"How is this possible?" Everyone in the demon camp was dumbfounded, feeling like the sky was falling!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Many demons even slapped themselves in the face!

It's hard to believe that what is happening before my eyes is real.

A ninth-level Grandmaster actually defeated a super-god Moon King?

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

Who dares to believe it.

"I...actually lost!" Peng Sanchong was distraught and coughed up blood.

The silver armor on its body had been completely shattered, and its body was covered with horrific wounds, densely packed, dozens of them. Many of them were extremely serious, even causing the nearby flesh to curl up.

The pale golden demon blood flowed, not only was it not fishy, ​​but it also emitted a faint fragrance.

"Brother Lin, he went against Peng Sanchong. This is... too scary!" Zhao Tunhai swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling.

"It's really against the will of heaven!" Lin Qianshan was also deeply shocked.

"The fragrance of demon blood, the power of this bloodline is really terrifying!" Xiao Chen was also covered in wounds, and his white clothes were stained with blood. He stared at Peng Sanchong on the ground, a hot light flashed in his eyes, and he activated the Dragon-Slaying and Fortune-stealing Sutra, wanting to kill him directly.

The two demon gods before him had provided him with amazing luck and resources.

Peng Sangchong is a super god.

I think the luck will be even better.

Peng Sanchong felt uneasy when he saw Xiao Chen looking at him with such a passionate expression. He knew that Xiao Chen had a supreme secret technique that could absorb the luck of demons. He was looking at him so straight, and he was afraid that he had intentions towards it.

"We lost this battle." An old monster from the demon clan spoke, accompanied by red flames, and appeared beside Peng Sanchong like a ghost and took him away.

Peng Sanchong breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally escaped danger. He had been seriously injured and was so weak that he couldn't even shout "surrender". If no one rescued him, he would probably be sucked into a monster by Xiao Chen.

"The lucky medicine I had in hand is gone!" Xiao Chen's face looked grim and he was very sad, but with Peng Sangchong's identity, he also guessed that someone would come to rescue him.

After all, it is an invincible super god.

"The demon camp versus the secular camp, the secular camp wins!" The old monster who was responsible for drawing lots spoke, in an extremely bad mood.

Before, it thought that it was extremely lucky and had drawn an extremely good lot for the demon clan.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen won three games in a row by himself, helping the secular camp to win. Even Peng Sanchong, a super-god species as mysterious as a dragon from the demon clan, was defeated by him, causing the demon camp to suffer a complete upset.

Now its magic medicine has gone, its soul injury cannot be cured, and its hope of becoming an emperor is completely shattered.

"How could we be so unlucky? Everyone in the secular camp, except Xiao Chen, is clearly weaklings. How could we still lose?"

"Who said it wasn't? I thought it was incredible that this two-legged sheep named Xiao Chen could win one or two games, but I didn't expect him to win three games in a row. Even the Son of God was no match for him!"

"So what if he's powerful? Although he won the battle against the Son of the Three Chong Gods, he was also seriously injured and his energy was exhausted. In the next decisive battle with the Ancient Faction, he will undoubtedly lose!"

The demon camp was buzzing with discussion.

Many people found Xiao Chen's strength incredible.

Even more people were filled with hatred towards him, thinking that he would not be able to turn the tide in the next battle with the ancient camp.

"We win, we win!"

"Sword Demon... Invincible!"

"Brother Chen is such a beast! Even a monster like Peng Sanchong died at his hands!"

The secular camp was stunned, and many people were like petrified, unable to wake up from the shock for a long time.

Although Xiao Chen is strong, he is only a master after all.

The demon camp is filled with all kinds of peerless monsters.

Those who participated in the battle were all Star Kings and Moon Kings.

It is extremely difficult to win one or two games.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen won three games in a row.

In the last match, he even knocked down a super god.

Simply incredible.

Soon, Xiao Chen fell to the ground, covered in blood. There were claw marks all over his body, including his chest, shoulders, and legs. There were at least twenty of them, and many of the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. Bright red blood was flowing out, and most of his white clothes were stained red.

Xiao Chen had a very difficult battle in this one.

Peng Sangchong is indeed a super god in the Moon King realm.

His combat power is incredible.

That kind of innate blood power is like cheating.

It has the power to destroy the world.

"Senior brother, you are bleeding a lot. Is it serious?" Qing Yumei walked forward anxiously to check and carefully sprinkled the fine medicine powder she carried with her on Xiao Chen's wound.

The woman was thoughtful. Before going out, she had made various preparations. She brought some medicinal powders and pills with her in case of emergency.

"Don't worry, Miss Yumei, I'm fine!" Xiao Chen shook his head.

He has a secret healing technique unique to the body of a martial god. It is an extremely terrifying healing technique in the world. Not to mention injuries like this one, even if the injury is ten times more serious, once it is activated, it can recover quickly.

However, healing the spirit consumes a lot of energy and has a cooling period.

He doesn't plan to use it yet.

"In the next match, the secular camp will face the ancient camp." The old monster in the demon camp who was in charge of maintaining order spoke.

Previously, Xiao Chen defeated the demon camp, causing it to lose hope of obtaining the Soul Elegy. At this moment, it felt very resentful towards Xiao Chen and did not intend to give him time to rest.

"My secular camp just fought a bloody battle, and we're not even given time to rest. Are we going to fight again right away?"

“This is so unfair!”

Xu Potian and Lei Bao shouted angrily.

"He's in this condition, his energy is exhausted, he's seriously injured and dying. Even if we give him time, he can't fight. It's better to just admit defeat and save everyone's time!" The old monster in the demon camp sneered.

There was silence in the field. Although the old monster was obviously taking revenge and adding insult to injury, judging from Xiao Chen's injuries, they were indeed very serious and there was no possibility of him fighting another battle.

"Unexpectedly, by chance, the Ancient Faction ultimately became the biggest winner."

"Yeah, with injuries like this, even if Xiao Chen is a young god, he can't handle it!"

Zhao Tunhai and Lin Qianshan sighed.

"What a shame! I still want to have a fair fight with him and defeat him fairly!"

"Brother Liu, your strength can only rank fourth among the younger generation in my camp. If you were to meet Xiao Chen in his prime, you would probably be killed instantly!"

“This… may not be the case!”

There were also discussions in the ancient camp.

"Young Master, you are seriously injured. Let's forget about Soul Elegy and find another way!" The old man also advised.

In his heart, Wen Haishan's life or death is far less important than Xiao Chen's safety.