Supreme Battle King

3However, today, Yang Qi had taken the initiative to invite all the Saints of Talisman City to watch the competition for the position of the city lord. He had even provoked them like tigers and tigers, urging the war to break out. It was no different from courting death.    

    

At this moment, all the Saints present had their eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at the Tyrannical Saint. Yang Qi. Most of them looked like they were looking at a dead man. Some of the Saints' eyes were clearly filled with excitement. It was as if they had already seen the tragic scene of the Tyrant Saint's death.    

    

Of course, there were also some well-informed Saints who knew about the Tyrant Saint ~ Yang Qi had obtained the support of a huge power, and with the eruption of this peak battle, he would definitely appear.    

    

All of these people were looking at the battlefield with anticipation.    

    

Chiang Zhan was also looking forward to it. He was looking forward to seeing the terrifying power that supported Yang Qi. Furthermore, he was destined to be the main character in this election. He would definitely support the Tyrant Saint! Yang Qi's power even came from the Divine Court. A conflict broke out between the experts of Dragon Realm, Buddha Realm, Devil Realm, Demon Realm and Witch Clan.    

    

Compared to the Divine Court, Dragon Realm, Buddha Realm, Devil Realm and Demon Realm and the experts of the Demon Realm, Chiang Zhan attached more importance to supporting the Tyrannical Saint. Yang Qi was a mysterious force that had yet to appear.    

    

This wasn't because Chiang Zhan felt that he was supporting the Tyrant Saint. Yang Qi's force was definitely stronger than the experts of the Divine Court, Dragon Realm, Devil Realm, Demon Realm and Witch Clan. It was because he had been keeping a high level of vigilance towards the unknown forces.    

    

"Ignorant fool. With your puny strength, you are qualified to challenge Brother Yang."    

    

Sure enough, just as the Invincible Fist Force that Lee Loong threw out was about to hit the Tyrant Saint - Yang Qi... * Hong Long...... * Lightning struck and lightning struck, shaking the souls of everyone present.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

In the next moment, a figure flashed, and a young man in white appeared beside the Tyrant Saint like a ghost.    

    

It was a fourteen or fifteen year old child. He had a slender figure, a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. His eyes were like stars, and they emitted a blade-like radiance. It was as if he could cut through the heavens and the earth, and tear apart everything.    

    

He seemed to be young and gentle, but in reality, he was emitting an invincible aura. He was like the legendary War God who had descended upon the world, and his aura was unparalleled.    

    

In front of this young man in white, including the Talisman Saint... Zhao Tu, the Mad Saint - Lee Loong, the Tyrant Saint - Yang Qi, and all the other Saints looked gloomy.    

    

The peerless Tianjiao, a peerless genius.    

    

The young man in white stood quietly on the battlefield. His body was as solid as a mountain, and he didn't move at all. He was still relying on the force of the punch unleashed by the Mad Saint - Lee Loong, but he didn't even frown.    

    

Not only that, he was looking at the frenzied saint with an expressionless face. Lee Loong was fearless, and he was attacking with all his might. He was sweeping away all the Sovereign Saint in his path, and he was invincible in this world.    

    

"Divine Fist of Myriad Forms!"    

    

With a thunderous roar, all the heavenly deities were shocked.    

    

The white-clothed youth suddenly released a long roar. His fist was like a mountain, covering heaven and earth, suppressing mountains and rivers, stabilizing the world.    

    

His punch seemed slow, but in reality, it was extremely fast. Moreover, it caused a chaotic feeling to arise, making people feel as if they were placed in an environment where time was reversed, and they felt so sad that they wanted to vomit blood.    

    

What was even more terrifying was that the fist force that the white-robed youth released was as vast as the heavens. It was as vast as the earth, as if it was weightless, and as heavy as ten thousand kilograms. It was clearly emitting an unimaginably blazing radiance. However, it caused the entire Tyrant Saint Temple to fall into endless darkness.    

    

Chaos. Everything had become extremely chaotic.    

    

Including Chiang Zhan, although all the Saints were focusing their attention on the young man in white, it was as if they had lost their sight. Everything was pitch black in front of their eyes, and even their divine sense had lost its effect.    

    

Even so, everyone could feel the dangerous aura that was deeply rooted in their bones. It was as if the power of the young man in white's punch could not only kill the Mad Saint, but it could also destroy their souls and cause them to be eternally doomed.    

    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

    

The sound of the sky collapsing and the earth sinking was heard. All the Saints were scared and kept retreating. Only Chiang Zhan was standing there, like a pillar that could support the heavens and earth. He was naturally emitting an aura that could support the heavens and earth, and there was no power that could shake him.    

    

"What a terrifying Fist Technique. Although it's not as powerful as the Fortune Divine Fist, it has the same effect..."    

    

Chiang Zhan couldn't help but exclaim. He saw that on the devastated battlefield, the young man in white looked like the only god in the world, standing there like an overlord. Next to Yang Qi, he was showing his invincible divine might to his heart's content.    

    

And the Mad Saint, who was known as one of the three overlords of the Talisman City... Lee Loong staggered and retreated in panic. Dark red blood was constantly flowing out from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had lost the battle.    

    

Shock, a shock that he had never felt before!    

    

A fourteen or fifteen year old youth had actually defeated Mad Saint in one move! Lee Loong, what kind of talent was this? What kind of foundation was this? How powerful was this?    

    

Although Chiang Zhan had dominated the world and fought countless battles, and had seen countless geniuses, this was the first time he had encountered such a monstrous genius like the white-clothed youth.    

    

Compared to this peerless Tianjiao, Chiang Zhan felt somewhat ashamed of his inferiority. However, what truly shocked him was the young man's astonishing talent, foundation, and strength, as well as his physique and appearance.    

    

It was just too similar.    

    

The young man in white was almost exactly the same as Chiang Zhan. Apart from the immaturity between his eyebrows, his figure, appearance, and temperament seemed to be carved from the same mold.    

    

Looking at the young man in white, Chiang Zhan suddenly had the feeling of looking into a mirror.