Path to the God

A seemingly ordinary hand reached out, instantly forming a huge palm in the air. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the black-robed youth's dozens of blade silhouettes.    

black-robed youth was also enveloped by that palm.    

Liu Xing's right hand pressed down!    

Boom …    

A loud sound echoed out.    

When that palm pressed down, the berserk power caused black-robed youth's dozens of blade shadows to be shattered into pieces and disappear without a trace.    

He wasn't able to block it at all, not even for a second.    

The palm continued to press down.    

Below, black-robed youth felt a majestic force pressing down on him. Looking at the palm that was about to destroy everything, he opened his eyes wide in shock and fear.    

No matter what, he would never have thought that Liu Xing was actually this strong. This palm strike, made him feel extremely powerless, to the point where he didn't even have time to scream.    

Boom …    

The palm struck down and a violent shock wave spread out. The entire gigantic Arena exploded in all directions, the shockwave spreading onto Tuoba Lianyi's shield and was all blocked.    

After the wave of air dissipated, Liu Xing was still standing there.    

However, in the middle of the Arena that was filled with cracks, at the place where black-robed youth Yang Gaofeng was originally at, there was a circle of blood that had exploded out, and it was completely stained with blood.    

In the middle was a meat patty, with a Ninth Rank Holy Instrument blade extending from one side.    

"It can't be?!"    

Countless cultivator blinked their eyes, unable to believe the scene in front of their eyes.    

Even the black cloaked man had not expected Liu Xing's palm to be so powerful, to the point where he didn't even have time to stop it. Only after he discovered that the black-robed youth had been smashed into meat patties, did he immediately sink into grief and disbelief.    

black-robed youth Yang Gaofeng, turned into a meat patty with Liu Xing's palm!    

"My Heavens …"    

"How is this possible!"    

Countless cultivator made incredulous sounds.    

"Peak ~"    

The black-robed youth wearing a conical bamboo hat cried out in grief, flying over and striking Tuoba Lianyi's shield with her palm.    

Bang ~    

With a loud noise, he was unable to shatter Tuoba Lianyi's shield.    

"We all know the rules! A Chosen against a Chosen, let him in!"    

One of the black robe s roared. He punched out with his fist, striking Tuoba Lianyi's shield of spirit energy.    

Rumble ~ ~ ~    

With a loud sound, Tuoba Lianyi's shield of elemental energy was instantly shattered. The shockwave caused the weaker cultivator s to be blown backwards and cough up large mouthfuls of blood.    

The black-robed youth wearing a conical hat flew in front of the meat pie. His hands trembled as he knelt down and sobbed.    

"Younger brother... Younger brother... "    

The black-robed youth wearing a conical hat cried out in pain.    

Liu Xing didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and only continuously tried to control the power within the Dantian.    

Just now, he did not even use ten percent of his strength and had already turned Yang Gaofeng into a meat patty.    

After the young man wearing the bamboo hat cried for a long time, Liu Xing had successfully controlled seventy percent of his strength.    

The black-robed youth with the conical bamboo hat kept Yang Gaofeng's meat patty and Holy instrument. He looked at Liu Xing and slowly took off the conical bamboo hat, revealing his pale and handsome face.    

However, not only was his face pale, it was also extremely cold.    

"My name is Dark race, Son of God, Yang Dianfeng!"    

The black-robed youth wearing a conical bamboo hat cupped his fists towards Liu Xing and said slowly.    

Liu Xing nodded his head, and said: "He is rude, and wants my life no matter what. He is arrogant and conceited, and any reason is enough for me to kill him."    

I don't care who you are, I don't want to fight with you, if you want the name of the The first supreme pride, take it at any time, farewell!    

After he finished speaking, Liu Xing turned around and was about to fly out of the Arena.    

However, Yang Dianfeng's figure flashed as he blocked Liu Xing and said: "Stop with the nonsense, you killed my Younger brother, I must kill you. Today, we have also come here for the sake of my The first supreme pride's reputation, so if we kill you, we still have to go to Saint Domain.    

"Today, either you die or I live!"    

After Yang Dianfeng finished speaking, he took out a snow-white spear, which suddenly turned out to be a Holy instrument.    

When Yang Dianfeng's strength was revealed, it was no longer his Half-step Creative Realm, but the true Expert of Early Creative Realm.    

The Expert of Creative Realm had twenty additional Long strength s when using the Holy instrument. Adding the Expert of Early Creative Realm s, he had two hundred more Long strength s.    

Not counting Cultivation Methods, Yang Dianfeng was already a Expert of 220 Long strength s.    

No matter who it was, they would not be his match when he was in the Creative Realm, such power.    

"My god, the Dark race is Yang Dianfeng! It's actually the Expert of Early Creative Realm! There's also the Holy instrument! How can we fight them?"    

"There's no need to fight, I'm doomed to die in disarray!"    

"Then, absolutely, everyone below the Creative is an ant, no matter how strong Lin Luan is, there will always be a limit, and he will definitely die!"    

Countless of cultivator were discussing, all thinking that Liu Xing was dead for sure.    

Even Tuoba Lianyi and the others shook their heads and sighed in their hearts.    

Liu Xing was indeed strong, but he was not a Expert of Creative Realm, not a Expert of Creative Realm. In front of the Creative s, he could not even withstand a single blow.    

Those Dark race s all carried cold smiles as they waited to see how Yang Dianfeng would destroy Liu Xing.    

"Crap, what should we do …"    

Lin Zhi was already at a loss, and almost collapsed onto the ground, her heart a mess.    

Liu Xing only calmly looked at Yang Dianfeng, he was still extremely shocked in his heart. This guy had actually already surpassed the Half-step Creative Realm, if he was able to rely on his own strength, without borrowing anything else, he might not even be his opponent.    

Liu Xing slowly asked: "How old are you?"    

Yang Dianfeng laughed coldly, understood Liu Xing's intention and said: "No, not young, 9635396 years old!"    

It was not even a million years, yet their strength had already reached such a terrifying level. All the Young Chosen present that thought they were part of the Ancient sacred site heard and lowered their heads, ashamed of themselves.    

Even Lin Yiyi, Mo Qingyu and the The Holy Maiden of the Old Wen Yin Sect were secretly ashamed.    

They really could not compare to Yang Dianfeng.    

After Yang Dianfeng finished speaking, he looked at Liu Xing and asked: "How old are you?"    

Liu Xing said: "A little younger than you!"    

He didn't want to say that he wasn't even a hundred years old yet. If he were to say it out loud, these cultivator would probably faint from fear.    

Then, Liu Xing said: "Forget it, you are not my opponent. If you attack, I can slap you to death!"    

"What?" A Unparalleled Ninth Rank that says it can kill a Expert of Early Creative Realm with a Holy instrument with a single slap? "    

"This is really funny …"    

"It's not funny, it's funny …"    

When the cultivator below heard this, they chattered nonstop and did not believe it at all.    

Even Yang Dianfeng sneered and said: "Hehe, are you joking? You can kill me with a single slap? If you can take ten moves from me, I'll consider it your win! "    

Liu Xing didn't say anything further. Sometimes, when he was telling the truth, others might not believe him.    

"There's no point talking any further. Look at the spear!"    

Yang Dianfeng's face darkened, eight Dragon Shadow swirled around him as he thrust his spear at Liu Xing.    

Yang Dianfeng was only at the eighth stage of Cultivation Methods.    

The thrust wasn't fancy, but it was very fast and extremely powerful.    

When the spear thrust out, many cultivator s did not even manage to see its trajectory. The spear had already pierced a black hole in the air and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Liu Xing's throat.    

And at the moment when Yang Dianfeng made his move, even more cultivator s did not see it, Liu Xing had also raised his right hand and smashed down with his palm.