Peerless Taoist

Although they were protected by the golden seal of fortune, they felt like they were about to cough up blood from the impact.    

"Is he a monster!?"    

Zhou Xing was a bit depressed. He originally thought that with the golden seal protecting him, there would be no mishaps.    

However, looking at the golden seal swaying on the verge of collapse, it was like a small boat under the waves of the ocean that could capsize at any time.    

Lu Yu seemed to have endless strength. Up until now, he had punched more than three hundred times, but his strength showed no signs of weakening.    

Even though the golden seal contained a tremendous amount of luck, it could no longer hold on.    

The golden seal shook violently. A golden dragon hovered around the golden seal. Its body was no longer as large as it was when it first appeared. It had shrunk by more than two times.    

King Qi calmly stared at Lu Yu. "Are you forcing me to use my trump card?"    

"So what if you use your trump card?" Lu Yu coldly replied, continuing to punch the barrier.    

The force of the punch was as sharp as a blade. It was as if there was a dragon and tiger roaring in the middle of the punch, shocking the surroundings.    

"Dong! Dong!"    

Another two loud sounds were heard. The golden dragon swimming above the golden seal let out a mournful cry. The golden light on the golden dragon's body began to scatter, and the light screen began to dim.    

The next moment, Lu Yu's fist seemed to contain the power of thunder and fire. The bright thunder mixed with raging flames was aggressive.    

Everyone was stunned by this scene. It was as if the fate of a country was going to be completely crushed in the palm of their hands.    

A hint of shock finally flashed across King Qi's face.    

With the golden seal in his hand, he was most familiar with its endurance.    

At this rate of consumption, it wouldn't be long before his golden seal couldn't withstand the bombardment and shattered.    

"You forced me to do this!"    

King Qi stared at Lu Yu. "As a King of the Imperial Court, how could I be bullied by a brat like you? You underestimate the methods of my Zhao Clan!"    

The chilly winds suddenly shrouded the area around the barrier.    

The golden seal trembled, and several images of Dharma Idols that blotted out the sky and blotted out the sun floated out from it.    

"You dare to attack His Highness? I think you must be tired of living."    

It was an old Daoist wearing a Daoist robe. His hair was tied up, and his face was covered in wrinkles. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand, and he stood on a cloud, looking like a celestial being.    

"So it's the famous Governor of East Victory. He's just a little kid. I think he has an undeserved reputation." Another burst of laughter came from the side.    

It was a beautiful woman. There seemed to be thousands of flowers revolving around her body. Seventy-two Fu Lu rotated back and forth behind her, as if he had mastered an extremely profound spell.    

The other few illusionary figures also had their own extraordinary aspects. All of them possessed extraordinary might and were able to transcend the heavens and earth.    

"Ten, eleven, twelve... These are the twelve consecrates of the Qi King's Residence. It is rumored that they are all experts at the Holy Lord level, and some of them are even old monsters that have never appeared in the world. They actually left residual soul on King Qi!" Lu Changqing said in a deep voice.    

These twelve sinecures were too famous.    

When King Qi had gathered these twelve experts to oversee the Imperial Residence, there had been an Imperial Censor impeaching them, claiming that a King should not possess extraordinary martial strength.    

Unfortunately, King Qi's faction had been operating in the Imperial Capital, so this matter had been left unsettled.    

Everyone knew that King Qi had these twelve experts, but they had never seen him make a move.