Above the scorched battlefield.
Nalan Xingchan, dressed in white, flung himself wildly.
And around his body.
A white dragon shadow of more than three feet in length appeared.
It swam slowly around him.
At this moment, Heng Wu Ping Phenchen’s face also appeared to be gloomy.
Even he did not need to feel the danger under the constant power of this far away.
He could no longer hide.
After a short pause for thought.
Even Heng Mo Ping Phenchen did not dare to hide his cards anymore.
With a single movement of his mind, all the black stripes were instantly retracted.
After a frantic writhing, they coiled into two beasts of auger and snake directly above his arms.
At this moment, within his originally blood-red eyes, his black pupils instantly spread.
Instantly his eyes became dark and gloomy within their sockets.
Moreover, his cheeks seemed to be unable to withstand the power and began to crack inch by inch, with black smoke once again rising from within his wounds.
By the time both sides had pushed their Qi to the limit.
A loud and clear sound of a dragon’s roar resounded throughout the venue.
The two men on the battlefield, without any words, brought their strongest strikes and struck directly.
And under the tense gaze of everyone.
The long silver dragon, clashed head-on with the two pitch-black sculptures.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a huge sound.
The huge martial arts ring all appeared to shake up.
Countless debris and dust fell from the cracks between the rocks.
The commotion even shook the audience, who could not help but cover their ears.
They waited until the sound fell.
Only then did everyone put down their hands.
Looking at the thick dust above the ring, the crowd was once again tense.
“What’s wrong, how did it go? Who won.”
Accompanied by a burst of questions.
In the midst of the dusty sky, a figure flew backwards and landed heavily on the low.
And when the face of the figure was clearly visible.
A tsunami of cheers erupted.
“A win, a win.”
“Not bad for the most handsome man in Kyoto.”
“Ah, my husband is awesome.”
“Long live Chan Chan, I love you Chan Chan.”
Accompanied by a burst of cheers.
Amidst the dust and mist, Nalan Xingchan dragged his point steel spear slowly towards Heng Mo Ping Phetsu.
After coming to its side.
Nalan Xingchan calmly said.
“Admit defeat! You are no match for me.”
At this moment, a fist-sized hole was revealed in Heng Mo Ping Pheonjin’s right shoulder.
Then his own aura also became extremely depressed.
Blood gushed out of his mouth, flooding his entire cheek.
Yet hearing Nalan Xingchan’s words.
With a miserable smile, Heng Mo Ping Phenchen struggled and said.
“Oh, to make me admit defeat.
Impossible unless you kill me.”
Although unwilling, one had to admit that this young man from the Nalan family in front of him was indeed powerful and terrifying.
And saying these words was nothing more than his last stubbornness, right?
Beside him, after hearing his words, Nalan Xingchan nodded indifferently.
“Then I will do as you wish.”
With that, he turned the point steel spear in his hand, making a gesture to stab this man directly to death.
Hachiman, who had seen the defeat of Heng Mo Ping Phetsu on the stage, had originally been indignant.
But when the battle came to this stage.
Venerable Hachiman instantly panicked.
“Stop, we concede defeat, we concede defeat.”
If something happened to Heng Mo Ping Phetsu, the Heng Mo Ping family clan behind him would definitely not spare themselves.
One had to know that their entire clan had pinned their hopes on him.
Once Heng Mo Ping Phenchen died, they would definitely go crazy.
And this Nalan Xingchan was in China and had the First Family behind him as a backer.
He, Venerable Hachiman, did not.
When the time came, he would be approached by that group of perverted lunatics.
Even the Hachiman clan couldn’t protect him.
And after he opened his mouth to admit defeat.
Nalan Xingchan suddenly twisted his head and turned his gaze towards Venerable Hachiman.
“If I remember correctly.
Didn’t you say, Hachiman Emissary, that an outsider’s admission of defeat is invalid.”
After saying that, the cold glint of the long spear stabbed straight towards Heng Mo Ping Phetsu’s throat.