Ye Luoli's Golden Glory

"Yeluoli's magic shakes the world!"

Zhen, the hot-tempered man, had already stayed in this hellhole long enough. Cracks appeared on the rocks on his arms, and hot magma gushed out, turning it into lava. He roared to the sky and smashed his fists heavily on the pillars of the forbidden place.

"boom!"

A terrifying force instantly erupted from it, blasting the thick pillar into a pile of rubble that fell to the ground.

The other Dharma images looked up at the King of the World, and seeing that he was sitting on the throne without any reaction, they didn't bother to care about Zhen. They were all bored to begin with, and it just so happened that Zhen was willing to be the monkey and watch the performance at the same time, which was also quite nice.

Although Zhen was demolishing the house, the structure of this space was completely controlled by the King of the World. Even if Zhen destroyed the center of the forbidden land, the King of the World could restore it in an instant.

"Yeroli magic, Powu painted halberd!"

However, seeing that the King of the World did not punish him, the God of War Ling could no longer hold back his temper. He turned his little hand in the air, and crimson energy gathered in the air. A Powu Painted Halberd appeared in his hand. He stepped heavily on the ground with one foot, and leaped into the air. Holding the Powu Painted Halberd in both hands, he slammed it heavily on the ground, making a loud noise.

"boom!"

Dense cracks instantly spread across half of the forbidden area, and crimson energy fluctuations were still spreading in all directions, destroying all the surrounding pillars in the blink of an eye, and countless pieces of rubble fell to the ground.

"Martial God Ling, figure out your rank. Right now, I'm the one venting my anger!"

Zhen had just landed on the ground. He turned his head and saw that the eight pillars around him had all turned into rubble. He was immediately furious and pointed a finger at Wu Shen Ling and said angrily.

"Tsk, don't use your rank to pressure me. In terms of strength, I am the number one. What? If you don't agree, then let's fight. Ye Luoli magic, fighting Tianya! Ancient Warrior Legion, come out and play!"

Facing the arrogant Zhen, Wu Shen Ling did not tolerate him at all. He turned his big hand and spun the Po Wu Hua Ji in the air, then pointed the tip of the halberd at Zhen, and lightly tapped the air with his other hand.

A crimson magic circle instantly appeared in the air, and then hundreds of ancient warriors appeared out of thin air in the air, including several huge ancient warrior generals.

"Hmph, let me teach you the difference between the fifth and tenth levels! Ye Luoli's magic is earth-shaking!"

Faced with Wu Shen Ling's disrespect to him, the anger in Zhen's heart burned even more fiercely. He exhaled a stream of hot breath from his nose, and his fists collided in the air with a heavy sound. He jumped up and smashed towards Wu Shen Ling with the force of a mountain.

"General Guwu!"

"Snapped!"

Facing the aggressive Zhen, Wu Shen Ling was not afraid at all. He stretched out his big hand and snapped his fingers in the air. With a command, a huge ancient martial arts general instantly stood in front of Zhen, holding the nine-ring broadsword in both hands and slashed towards Zhen.

"court death!"

Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, and he punched the blade of the Nine-ring Broadsword. White cracks like spider webs spread out in the air and gradually spread towards the Ancient Warrior Legion. In the blink of an eye, he wiped out dozens of members of the Ancient Warrior Legion, including the Ancient Warrior General.

"boom!"

Zhen's entire body slammed heavily onto the ground like a missile, causing the already overwhelmed ground to sink even further and create more cracks. He sneered in a cold voice.

"Put away these stupid soldiers of yours. They are nothing but ants in front of me! I can destroy them with one punch."

"Heh...heh, ants? Then let me show you. Even ants can bite an arrogant guy like you to death. I can create an infinite number of ancient warriors. Let me see what you can do to stop me!"

Zhen's words also made the God of War Ling Zheng laugh. He raised one hand high in the air and clenched it. A huge red magic circle appeared out of thin air. Dense ancient martial arts soldiers poured out of it and soon filled the sky. The number reached tens of thousands and attacked Zhen.

"Yeloli magic, shockwave!...Roar!"

Facing the huge number of ancient warriors in the sky, Zhen's eyes were full of contempt. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he shouted towards the sky. His powerful voice turned into tangible sound waves and attacked the ancient warrior army in the sky.

The terrifying power was contained in the sound waves. The entire Ancient Warrior Legion was swept up by the sound waves. Under the influence of the earthquake, dense cracks appeared on the bodies of the generals and soldiers. They all shattered in less than five seconds. The sky was cleared in an instant, and even the crimson magic circle shattered in an instant.

"hateful!"

Seeing that the ancient warrior army he summoned was destroyed in an instant, Wu Shen Ling's face turned dark in an instant. He cursed inwardly and lightly tapped his fingers on the Po Wu Hua Ji. The momentum on his body also reached its peak in an instant.

"Yeluoli magic, martial spirit!"

Crimson-red energy surged out from Wu Shen Ling's body and gathered on the halberd blade. The blade of the Po Wu Hua Ji was instantly covered by the crimson light and stabbed towards Zhen's eyebrows like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"Shatter the heavens and earth!"

Seeing that the Martial God Ling was not advancing but retreating, Zhen decided to use his power at this time. The terrifying force of earthquake surged around him, causing the surrounding air to tremble. He slammed his fists heavily on the Powu Huaji. The terrifying energy burst out in the blink of an eye, breaking it into several pieces.

"what!"

Wu Shen Ling was a little confused. His most proud weapon was shattered in front of him by the person he looked down upon the most. It was hard to describe how confused he felt.

"die!"

Zhen did not let Wu Shen Ling go so easily. He roared and smashed his lava-like fist towards Wu Shen Ling.

"Yeluoli magic, breeze blows!"

At the critical moment, Bafeng took action. A wisp of breeze in the air quickly turned into a gale, surrounding the God of War Ling, forming a wind barrier and forcing Zhen back.

"Hakata, what do you mean!"

Seeing that his attack was blocked, Zhen turned his head and cast his gaze on Bafeng. Seeing that it was another low-level one, the anger in his heart was rising. A scene recalled in his mind. If it were not for the attack of Prince Water and Bafeng, he could have killed Le Yin with a punch at that time. How could he be trapped in this hellhole?

Under the new and old grudges, Zhen's eyes turned red, and bloodshot was all over his eyeballs. He stared at Bafeng with a surging aura.

If Bafeng couldn't give a reasonable explanation, Zhen would probably rush forward first.

"That's enough! I've already given you the opportunity to vent your anger. If there's any internal discord, don't blame me for personally dealing with it!"

The King of the World, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly spoke at this moment, glancing coldly at Bafeng, Zhen, and Wushen Ling.

He was so frightened that he almost knelt there with a heart full of anger. His whole body trembled and he quickly turned to look at the King of the World. His aura quickly subsided and he spoke in unison with the other Dharma images.

"Yes, King of the World!"