Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

With a twisted laugh, Ming Yuan used the giant claw of the devil, it was a black energy claw that was about five or six meters long. It was aimed at the opponent, and the center of the claw was about five or six meters wide. It completely covered the half-kneeling Ye Chen. It would not be a problem for him to crush it in his palm.    

    

The moment the black claw fell...    

    

"Crack!"    

    

A golden light flashed. Ming Yuan quivered. The instant his claw and the golden light sparked, he jumped a hundred meters away.    

    

This guy... this guy... he really couldn't afford to be careless.    

    

Calming his intense heartbeat, Ming Yuan stared fiercely at the opposite side. Ye Chen, who seemed to be unable to even raise his head, was currently moving like a zombie. From half kneeling on the ground to shakily standing up. As if to save the last drop of energy, his head was still hanging low. He did not raise it.    

    

No, I can't let that guy continue holding that long staff. As long as that Divine Treasure is still there, I won't be able to feel at ease.    

    

Ming Yuan's eyes were fixed on that nearly ten meter long golden energy long staff. Layers of golden light spread out from the body of the staff. The golden energy wings extended out from the hand guard. From time to time, it would lightly flap, scattering several beautiful golden feathers in the air.    

    

In Ming Yuan's eyes, this long staff was as beautiful as a dream. It was the main culprit behind this bitter battle. If it wasn't for this long staff... This damned human in front of him, with his Nascent Soul Stage strength... There was no way he could fight him.    

    

No, even if he had to pay a little price, he had to first separate this long staff from his opponent's hand. Once he got rid of this guy, wouldn't this treasure belong to him?    

    

After making up his mind, Ming Yuan let out a ferocious smile. He waved the claw of the fierce devil and rushed forward. Although it had become a frightened bird, it didn't lose its calm judgment and courage to continue fighting. Once he had made up his mind, he naturally had to carry it out immediately.    

    

"Die!"    

    

The Demon Claw waved heavily, while the other party's seemingly weak palms... They would always become strong and powerful the moment the attack came. He waved his long staff to block the fierce attacks. It would even... counterattack.    

    

He was obviously exhausted to this extent. This willpower... or rather, it was a terrifying combat instinct. Ming Yuan didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit that he was scared by a Nascent Soul Stage human.    

    

However, in his heart, he had long realized that... Just like the golden long stick, this terrifying willpower and instinct was also one of the factors that shocked him. Even the Demon King True Immortals who had once competed against him, not many of them possessed this sort of power.    

    

As long as these two palms were separated from the Divine Treasure, not only would the enemy lose their source of power, but their will would also instantly crumble no matter how firm it was.    

    

Regarding the two factors that could destroy the opponent that he feared the most in one fell swoop, Ming Yuan was incomparably moved. He looked at the long golden staff that was swung down from above his head. In an instant... His blood-red eyes flashed, as if he had made a great decision in his heart.    

    

"Kacha -!"    

    

A terrifying tearing sound was heard. Under the tremendous force of the Diamond Ruyi Scepter, even Ming Yuan, who was wearing a layer of energy armor, was unable to block the attack.    

    

The armor that gathered the power of Tao Combination and Demonic Qi was like a thin layer of iron. It was easily torn apart by the sharp energy blade from Ming Yuan's left shoulder. It fell all the way to his right thigh. His skin and flesh were lacerated, and blood was spurting out. It left a huge wound that was more than three meters long.    

    

This was an unexpected event that no one could have predicted, because with this swing, it was too obvious that Ming Yuan couldn't dodge it. To be precise, it was impossible for him to dodge it. The reason why he swung the stick was to force Ming Yuan to retreat. It was an attack to defend. No one had thought that it would have such a miraculous effect. Or was it to say that Ming Yuan's brain had slipped just now?    

    

In fact, even though he had been seriously injured once again, Ming Yuan's mouth cracked into a proud smile.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

It seized this opportunity. The huge claw of the fierce demon closed up, and with all its strength, it slapped the place where the sword hilt and the opponent's palms were connected.    

    

Under this powerful force, the pair of hands that had long been numbed to numbness... Unable to hold onto the long rod any longer, time seemed to slow down at this moment. The body of the rod separated from the palm bit by bit, rotating little by little. It flew high into the air, drawing a beautiful golden trajectory in the air. It landed a thousand meters away.    

    

This scene was clearly reflected in two pairs of eyes. Only one pair of eyes reflected ecstasy, while the other pair of eyes reflected numbness and lifelessness.    

    

"Hahahahaha!"    

    

Seeing the success of the plan, Ming Yuan even forgot about the huge wound on his chest that was still spurting blood. He looked up at the sky and laughed.    

    

"Without that stick, what else can you do?"    

    

With Ming Yuan's eyesight, he could at least tell that the other party did not really obtain the recognition of the Divine Treasure. He was just using his life force to forcefully use this power that did not belong to him.    

    

Therefore, after the Divine Treasure left his hand, it would definitely not return immediately after being called by its owner like other weapons. In other words, the person in front of him no longer had the strength to resist!    

    

At this moment, a strong confidence returned to Ming Yuan. It finally relaxed and raised the pair of fierce demon claws high up in the air. When placed on top of the enemy's head, it was like a sickle of death that controlled the life and death of the enemy. As long as this scythe fell, it would declare the end of a life. Victory in a bloody battle.    

    

Yes, without that golden long rod, his opponent no longer had any means to harm him.    

    

Ming Yuan slightly raised his head, recalling the bitterness of this battle. It was like holding a sickle, standing in the middle of a harvest wheat field, a happy farmer. He excitedly took a deep breath. Even his huge claws couldn't help but tremble violently.    

    

Then, the huge Demon Claw turned into a black shadow and heavily smashed down.    

    

Everything was over...    

    

No, not yet!    

    

The enemy had used their actions to tell it such a fact.    

    

Bow steps, teleportation.    

    

In the next moment, Ming Yuan's blood-red eyes reflected the enemy's sudden teleportation to its feet. He bent his body and retracted his fist, as if he was going to use all his strength to make the final strike.    

    

Do you still want to struggle? Ming Yuan did not appear to be very flustered. After a battle, both of them knew what was going on. After losing the golden long staff, the enemy no longer had any techniques or physical strength. To be able to cause great damage to oneself, everything was just a struggle to survive.    

    

However, at this moment, a terrifying Demonic Qi suddenly burst out from Ye Chen's body. The pure and dignified Demonic Qi instantly terrified Ming Yuan, making him unable to react at all.    

    

"This... this is the Qi of Lord Nether King?"    

    

But in the next second, he couldn't think of anything.    

    

Nether King of Divine Form suddenly appeared behind Ye Chen. The two of them merged into one and threw a world-shaking punch.    

    

"Third Divine Fist of Nether Realm!"