Battle God Emperor

The scar-faced man's palm landed. Just as it was about to land on the fatty's head, the fatty suddenly moved. He slowly raised his right hand as a golden light revolved around his fist.    

    

If one looked carefully, one would realize that the golden light was actually the power of thunder and lightning.    

    

In addition, the power of thunder and lightning wasn't formed from soul power, but from real lightning.    

    

Bang!    

    

An explosive sound. It was unknown when, but the fatty's fist was directly struck by the palm strike of the scarred black clothed man. That fist that was obviously slow to the extreme suddenly exploded with its maximum speed and explosive force.    

    

An explosive soul power fluctuation rippled out, as if the void was being sliced apart. The two fists collided with each other, and lightning surged. They were in a stalemate in the air.    

    

"Ah ~ ~" Suddenly, the scar-faced black clothed man let out a heart-wrenching scream. A cracking sound came from his arm as the bone in his arm pierced through his shoulder. Fresh blood and broken bones flew out.    

    

When the distant Mo Ziyang saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his lips trembled as he said: "What a terrifying physique and strength!"    

    

It had to be known, the fatty only had Peak of Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage, yet he had shattered the bones in Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage with a single punch.    

    

Furthermore, the strength of his fleshly body was too terrifying, even Mo Ziyang was unable to achieve such a feat.    

    

Thinking of this, Mo Ziyang heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed like Fatty really had the strength to resist Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage head-on, at least, his strength was not the least bit inferior.    

    

The figure of the scar-faced man flew out. The pain from his arm caused his face to become twisted.    

    

"The power of lightning, kid, who are you with Lei Family?" The scar-faced black clothed man's left hand held onto his almost shattered right arm, his face was slightly pale.    

    

"Only Lei Family can comprehend the power of thunder and lightning?" The fatty grinned as his robes fluttered. Lightning surged, as if a thunder god had descended into this world.    

    

This was not the normal power of thunder and lightning in his body, but the power of heavenly lightning. After the Battle Clan Bloodline awakened, it was a power that she would control.    

    

It was because of this power that Fatty was able to compete with the scarred man in black. However, this state consumed a lot of his energy.    

    

"Don't you know that Doucheng is the home of my third brother? If you dare to come here and cause trouble, die! "    

    

Fatty's smile slowly froze into icy killing intent. His entire body transformed into a flash of golden lightning, piercing through the pitch-black night sky.    

    

"Meteor Shock the Heavens!"    

    

With a loud roar, the tyrannical figure of the fatty directly punched the chest of the scarred black clothed man. In that instant, the black clothed man felt as if his chest had instantly caved in, as if he had been struck by a meteorite.    

    

"Cough cough ~" The scar-faced, black-clothed man spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with bits and pieces of his internal organs. One could imagine how terrifying this attack of Fatty's was.    

    

"Battle Soul of Grade Four Heavenly Dao Level s?"    

    

When he saw the huge silhouette hovering above the fatty's head, the scar-faced man's pupils violently twitched. He finally understood why the fatty was so strong.    

    

However, he could not understand how Fatty's speed could be so fast.    

    

He was only at the Peak of Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage, so even if he touched the doorstep of the will, he still did not have the true will.    

    

However, the fatty's speed had completely surpassed his imagination. With his speed, even if his Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage were to be at the ninth small realm, he might not necessarily be able to catch up.    

    

"Since my physical attack can't do anything to you, then what about my soul force attack?" The scar-faced, black-clothed man quickly retreated. In the process of retreating, his cold eyes swept over the fatty, revealing a trace of ruthlessness.    

    

Soul attack, that was a power that could suppress most of the Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage. Some people's strength was very strong, but what about their willpower?    

    

Thinking of this, a mysterious fluctuation appeared on the body of the scar-faced man. An extremely sharp willpower shot out towards Fatty.    

    

"Soul attack?" Fatty grinned widely as he suddenly opened his mouth and circulated his soul power.    

    

"Break!"    

    

A loud shout resounded through the sky like the roar of a divine lion. Terrifying soul power rippled out in all directions, and one could clearly see the ripples in the air.    

    

Even though they were hundreds of zhang away, those low-level warriors still felt a sharp pain in their eardrums. Their consciousness was struck by a mysterious power and they all fainted.    

    

"Pfft!"    

    

Blood sprayed out from the mouth of the scar-faced man. The will that he used to attack Fatty was instantly shattered. He had also suffered a great backlash.    

    

The scar-face man's face turned pale white. He looked at Fatty with eyes full of fear.    

    

His physical attack was severely injured, yet his soul attack was being counterattacked. Just what was this fatty?    

    

The black-clothed man Dao Ba felt his liver in pain. Was this kid pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?    

    

"You aren't Peak of Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage?" After a long while, the scar-faced, black-clothed man finally spat out a sentence.    

    

"What do you think?" The fatty continued smiling, appearing unfazed. Just by looking at his countenance, no one would have thought that he would be so terrifying.    

    

"Smiling Tiger!" The scar-faced black clothed man roared out in his heart, then looked towards the distance and shouted: "Go!"    

    

Ah!    

    

One of his companions was slashed into half by Mo Ziyang's sword. Immediately after, Mo Ziyang turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the other person.    

    

The scar-faced black-clothed man's face changed. He stepped on the Godspeed Ghost Steps and ran. One of them died. They had already lost their advantage. If they stayed, there was only death waiting for them.    

    

"Trying to run?" With a cold glint in his eyes, the fat man charged forward again. With a flash, he appeared right in front of the scarred man in black.    

    

Although his steps were strange, this time, Fatty did not use his fists. Instead, he used a golden halberd instead.    

    

Since I can't keep up with your pace, I'll sweep through the void and see how you run!    

    

As expected, the fatty held onto the Heaven-fighting Halberd with one hand as he drew a few arcs in the air. The sound of wind blowing could be heard, and tornadoes swept in all directions.    

    

Ah!" "Little bastard, I'll kill you!" The scar-faced black clothed man's figure fell out of the air, the arm that was previously injured, was swept by the Heaven-fighting Halberd and immediately exploded.    

    

This caused the scar-faced, black-clothed man's anger to reach its peak. He only wanted to fight to the death with the fatty. He didn't even care about his own life.    

    

After cultivating for so many years, this was the first time he had been tormented to death by a single person. The most important thing was that the person he was tormented with was a single Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage.    

    

"You have no chance!"    

    

Right at this time, a disdainful figure appeared, the scar-faced black clothed man had just summoned his Battle Soul, and his body felt like it had been smashed by a star.    

    

His Battle Soul s instantly collapsed, the bones in his body completely shattered, his Soul Sea s shattered, and his body instantly became a pile of soft mud. Only his consciousness was still clear.    

    

"You!" The scar-faced, black-clothed man spat out a single word and stopped breathing. Before he died, he greeted all eighteen generations of the fatty's ancestors.    

    

"He can't bear a fight like this?" The fat guy shrugged and looked at the pile of meat in front of him speechlessly.    

    

When Mo Ziyang, who had just arrived, heard this, his body went soft slightly. He looked at the fatty as if he was an abnormal person, and cursed in his heart: "Why can't you fight against such a grand Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage? It's just that your strength is too abnormal!"