Super Alchemy King Reborn In City

A huge cloud of smoke instantly rose!    

The sounds of explosions rang out unceasingly, and the cement marble platform began to tremble violently.    

Ye Lantian almost couldn't control his body and fell to the ground.    

Zheng Dongping, who was already injured, nearly rolled his eyes.    

The smoke dispersed!    

The cement platform had already been broken into pieces in the distance.    

Meng Xuanming, who had defeated all the experts in the sword with a pair of iron fists, was covered in dust and his clothes were tattered.    

Heh Ying's eyes widened in disbelief. That was Martial Arts Grandmaster, who had defeated all the experts in the sword field. Even Ling Yonghao was defeated by his opponent.    

Ling Yonghao, who had already suffered a heavy injury, straightened his body and stared at this inconceivable sight with wide open eyes. The blood on his clothes was dense, but he did not care about it at all. He had always thought that Han Zhen was just lucky to have obtained some kind of martial arts inheritance. However, he had never thought that Han Zhen would be able to slap Martial Arts Grandmaster, who was acting like a Martial Arts Grandmaster, down to the ground with one palm strike.    

A sense of disbelief and absurdity rose in almost all the members of the team with the sharp swords.    

Everyone was heavily injured, but they couldn't stop Meng Xuanming. When he encountered Han Zhen, he was already in such a miserable state with but a single move.    

"How dare you hurt me!" Meng Xuanming was caught off guard. Having suffered such a defeat, he was already furious.    

Meng Xuanming had been in seclusion for a few months and had broken through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm. He was in high spirits and had made a name for himself in one shot.    

To be able to stand amongst the sharp swords, he naturally had to crush everything in his path.    

He never thought that he would be beaten into such a miserable state.    

Meng Xuanming was extremely furious. His hair almost stood up straight. He stomped on the ground and shattered the surrounding debris. His entire person had already appeared in front of Han Zhen. "I didn't expect that when I released my inner strength, I would transform Qi into Divine Power. I didn't expect that at such a young age, you would actually become a quasi-grandmaster!"    

Meng Xuanming did not believe that Han Zhen could become Martial Arts Grandmaster. The difficulty was too great. Even the invincible Duan Qingcang could not become Martial Arts Grandmaster before the age of twenty.    

Not to mention the kid in front of him.    

Meng Xuanming laughed sinisterly, "But this time you ambushed me. There is no next time!"    

He clenched his fists tightly, and his fists immediately turned pitch black. A layer of strange and boundless patterns emerged on the pitch-black surface of his fists. It carried a deep sense of terror.    

"This is Meng Xuanming's Tiger Subduing Fist Art. It's already the highest level of his fist art …" Ling Yonghao's face was full of shock, "This seems to be the highest realm in the legends. It can condense astronauts and destroy rocks and steel! "How can a human body defend against it …"    

Ling Yonghao had originally thought that Liu Tie was just lucky and had completely broken through to the Grandmaster Stage before him. However, he hadn't thought that his opponent would actually succeed in cultivating the highest realm of the Tiger Subduing Fist Technique. With this, even if Ling Yonghao really broke through to become Martial Arts Grandmaster, they would still not be Meng Xuanming's match.    

Even though Han Zhen had performed such an outstanding palm technique, Ling Yonghao still couldn't believe that Han Zhen could win against such a terrifying Tiger Subduing Fist technique.    

Meng Xuanming raised his fist. On his fist, there was a mysterious pattern, to the point that it even created countless sparks in the air.    

With just a single move, a muffled boom resounded in the air.    

Everyone looked at each other, losing all color.    

Han Zhen frowned, "You dare to not accept it!"    

Han Zhen lightly clenched his right fist, as if he was holding everything in the world!    

The sound of air exploding could not be heard, and even the muscles of his palms did not vibrate in the slightest.    

A white fist struck out.    

Myriad God Fist!    

Moon Break!