The Mythical Demon Lord

Chapter 53: Dragon Fist Shocks the World
In the starry sky, endless thunder filled the air. A bloody figure stood in the midst of the thunder, calm as water.

It was as if the horrific natural disaster was just a slightly stimulating water to him, which tasted a bit electric when he drank it.

"This is stronger than our Saint King Tribulation."

"Is this really a heavenly tribulation that a saint can survive?"

Some of the Holy King protectors hiding in the dark had dark complexions at this moment.

"We found Zhong Heng!"

At this moment, the abandoned land was shaking, and even the strong men far away in the starry sky heard it.

Many powerful people were like a cat meeting a mouse, chasing it across billions of miles.

After a moment, the heavenly calamity in the starry sky disappeared, and only a figure stood in the universe. The aura was extremely terrifying, shaking the starry sky and shattering the laws.

Just standing there, one could feel a sense of despair.

"Hahaha, Zhong Heng, you finally show up." A white-haired old man, holding a three-foot-long sword, ran into the starry sky with excitement on his face.

Zhong Heng turned his head, put his hands behind his back, his gray hair fluttering, looked at the old man indifferently, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Maybe it’s someone from the Supreme’s side.

The old man was obviously stunned, and then said excitedly: "You don't know me? You don't know me?!"

After eternity, I saw my former enemy again, and I felt anger and excitement in my heart.

What’s exciting is that everyone from their generation has died, and they are the only ones left.

The hatred was that Zhong Heng and his partner had joined forces to attack those forces and forced them to hand over various scriptures and secret techniques.

That scene became the nightmare and inner demon of countless geniuses.

"I should know you?" Zhong Heng felt very strange when he heard the old man's words.

"I'm Yan Fentian. I was defeated by you back then. I couldn't break through in the second half of my life because of you. Now the war has spread here again. The way of heaven and earth has changed. We can break through, but no matter what, we can't break through to become a Great Sage. Instead, our cultivation level has fallen because of our inner demons. Now all of us want to take revenge on you!" Longing and hatred were revealed in Yan Fentian's eyes.

Zhong Heng smiled when he heard this and said, "It's been a long time since then, and you just lost to me. I didn't insult you, let alone do anything to you."

If it were now, those who were defeated by him would probably have to sit in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Yes, for you, being defeated by others is nothing big. You can just start over again. However, you will never have that feeling of despair!" Another old man flew up from the abandoned land.

"So, you want to kill me now?" Zhong Hengdi's tone suddenly became cold.

So what if he had lived with him before? He would be killed anyway if he didn't give him face.

"That's right!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout, shaking the starry sky and countless meteorites were shattered by the sound of Tao.

A gray-haired old man rushed over from the abandoned land.

His body was very strong, not at all what an old man should have.

The old man had a terrifyingly burly body, more than two meters tall, covered in muscles. He was wearing animal skins that severely stretched out his muscles.

Zhong Heng stood in the middle of the vortex, his face expressionless and his eyes calm, as if these powerful Saint Kings were not even worthy of his attention.

"The person I defeated back then?"

"After being defeated by me, you will never be able to reach the Great Sage realm?"

Zhong Heng's voice was magnetic and overbearing. He looked at the old men with disdain and said calmly, "Waste."

As soon as these words were spoken, time and space seemed to freeze, and everyone was stunned.

Even some geniuses in the abandoned land were stunned where they were.

How could he, a cultivator who had just broken through to the ninth level of Sainthood, dare to say in front of the five Saint Kings that they were trash?
"Is it my business if you can't break through?"

"With your heart of Taoism, what kind of Taoism are you still cultivating?"

"waste."

Zhong Heng uttered two more words in a calm tone.

"You are so bold! I think you will die soon!" Yan Fentian's face turned red with anger. Not only his face, but also his neck and ears were all red.

boom!
Five terrifying auras of the Saint King swept across the starry sky, and each of the old men had almost reached the peak of the Saint King.

"If you kill him, I don't believe that I can't break through to the Great Sage realm!" The burly old man became anxious, his majestic eyes glowing red.

The terrifying bloody energy filled the starry sky, and he was like a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex, killing forward.

"Trash is trash. No matter who you kill, you can never break through to become a Great Sage." Zhong Heng said calmly, extending a finger.

He just said that. After all, some people will reach a skyrocketing level if they really kill their inner demons.

"How arrogant! Just because you have just broken through to the ninth level of Sainthood, do you think you can cause any harm to us who are at the eighth level of Sainthood?" Yan Fentian shouted loudly.

Zhong Heng suddenly laughed: "So you haven't reached the peak of Saint King yet, are you so sure you can kill me?"

He stopped talking and activated the Nine Tribulations Demonic Art, the first tribulation, the true meaning of despair.

"boom!"

In an instant, the universe was filled with endless black fog, purple light bloomed, and a breath of despair erupted from Zhong Heng, infecting the world.

The people in the abandoned land were even more terrified. They all fell to the ground, looking at the man in red with his hand outstretched in the starry sky.

The five Holy Kings stood in mid-air in a daze, with expressions of fear and unwillingness on their faces.

The scene of his defeat in the past emerged in Yan Fentian’s mind.

The young man in red in front of him broke into the palace alone, strangling the emperor with one hand and holding a big knife with the other hand. He looked down on all the strong men and forced the emperor to hand over his martial arts.

At that time, all the young supremes in the abandoned land were defeated by this man with one punch.

They were really defeated by just one punch, without any chance to fight back, and they were almost killed by just one punch.

The scenes of the past reappeared before everyone's eyes, making them look despair and fear at the man in front of them.

"Fingers of Despair."

"Boom!"

A terrifying purple light burst out, splitting the endless void and infecting the laws of the avenue. A doomsday-like atmosphere of despair spread.

A purple-black divine light penetrated everything, crushing the laws of the avenue, and instantly penetrated the bodies of the five people. "Puff!"

The next moment, the five of them spat out blood and looked at Zhong Heng with horror.

Their hearts were broken, and there was a huge hole in their chest, filled with black mist. Like a poisonous snake, it drilled into the wound and crushed the internal organs.

"you"

Yan Fentian and the other four obviously did not expect that Zhong Heng had such a method.

Moreover, this method could actually affect the Saint Kings, causing them to subconsciously give up resistance and fall into endless despair, waiting for death to come.

Zhong Heng frowned, looked at his hands, and murmured, "It's still not powerful enough. He woke up so quickly, and I can't kill any of them with one strike."

Although he did not trigger the divine ban, his minimum ban state was always eight.

These old saint kings were still trapped in the fear of those years and had forgotten to resist.

Zhong Heng was really disappointed that five people who forgot to resist could be killed without a single blow.

"Dragon Fist!"

The next moment, Zhong Heng suddenly attacked and used the True Dragon Fist for the first time.

"Ow~"

A dragon roar resounded through the nine heavens and ten earths, shaking the universe and the eight wildernesses. A real black dragon wrapped around Zhong Heng's fist.

He walked like a dragon and a tiger, with the might of a dragon in the air. His aura was much stronger than before, and he instantly surpassed the level of a saint.

God's ban!

The divine ban plus the dragon fist, the immortal scripture and the Sky-Horned Ant magic with ultimate power were all performed together.

The three thousand great ways seemed to be shattered by the tremendous force.

"Boom!"

As the dragon fist came out, the universe seemed to collapse, the avenue let out a wail, and the laws were all exploded inch by inch under the dragon fist.

This is the boxing technique of the True Dragon, extremely powerful.

"puff!"

With one punch, he instantly killed an old man at the eighth level of the Saint King realm, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"What the hell?!"

Countless powerful men were horrified. What was going on? This was a powerful man at the eighth level of Sainthood, but his body was shattered by a single punch from a man who had just broken through to the ninth level of Sainthood.

This is not just a gap between low levels. From the saints up, each level is a level of heaven.

This is not a gap that can be overcome by combat power.

But even though he was one level higher than the enemy, he was still killed instantly with just one punch.

Zhong Heng's expression was calm.

The attack he just made contained the Immortal Sutra, the True Dragon Fist, the Sky-Horned Ant Technique, the Body of Ten Thousand Demons, and the Divine Ban.

If he still can't kill an old defeated general, then he might as well just live in seclusion. What's the point of fighting here?
"It's this feeling again." The old man, whose body turned into blood mist, had a bitter look on his face, his soul cracked, and looked at Zhong Heng.

This was the second time that this man's body was blown apart by one punch.

He had lost all his fighting spirit. He had originally come to the starry sky to seek revenge with high spirits, but his body was shattered by a single punch from him.

His forces no longer have the treasures that can repair his body.

This soul was almost shattered by that punch.

boom!
A huge hand reached out and directly grabbed the soul that was about to be shattered.

During this time, none of the remaining four people dared to stop it. They all stood there in a daze, their eyes filled with fear.

"Waste." Zhong Heng saw this scene and uttered those two words again.

Then he looked at the soul in his hand and said indifferently: "It's too old, I'm too lazy to eat it."

"Come into my Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

As he spoke, he took out the gorgeous Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then directly threw the Saint King's soul into it.

"Zhong Heng, please let my family go for the sake of the fact that we are from the same era." The old man seemed to have accepted his fate and no longer resisted, but said this before entering the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Zhong Heng sneered and said, "Okay, if anyone from your faction dares to provoke me, I will destroy them and let them enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with you to reminisce about the past."

"Zhong Heng, let's fight to the death. I don't want to live under your shadow anymore!" Yan Fentian was furious when he saw his old friend die.

Judging from the punch Zhong Heng threw just now, he definitely used all his strength.

"kill!"

The next moment, the four old men shouted loudly and used their strongest means to shatter the starry sky and shake the galaxy.

Endless divine light filled the dark universe, the laws of the universe exploded in that horrific battle, and fragments of flesh and blood splattered.

Faced with the dying counterattack of the four Saint Kings, Zhong Heng was unable to resist.

He could no longer kill anyone instantly with one punch, he could only knock them back or seriously injure them.

"Whoo~"

The next moment, Zhong Heng stood in the starry sky holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his red clothes fluttering and his white hair flying. He said indifferently: "Hundreds of millions of heroic spirits, follow me to fight!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth went dark, ghosts cried and gods howled, and endless human figures filled the universe, stretching as far as the eye could see.

There are millions of evil soldiers and the demonic energy is overwhelming!
Beneath the gorgeous appearance of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls lies a dark evil.

"If you don't work hard to cultivate immortality, we will just be brothers in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner." Someone said this in a trembling voice.

The evil weapon that Zhong Heng had refined had already been dug out.

ps: I am really busy today as there are too many people doing hair perming and dyeing.

I don't get off work until twelve o'clock. If it weren't for the overtime pay and commission, I would have fucked old Tony.

(End of this chapter)