Supreme Battle King

"You are clearly only a Seventh Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior, how can you possess such formidable strength?" The long-browed steward exclaimed, his eyes were filled with shock. Although he didn't use any combat skills in the exchange of attacks just now, however, the strength of an Eighth Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior was unleashed without any reservation, and was actually defeated by Chiang Zhan on the spot. Even if he had experienced it himself, he still wouldn't dare to believe it.    

    

Indeed, the fact that the Long-Eyebrow Manager was able to control the Battle Skill Pavilion indicated that he was very powerful. Furthermore, he had lived for a long time. His cultivation time was much longer than Chiang Zhan's. The spiritual energy in his body was surging. It was incomparably pure. Even those elite disciples couldn't compete with him.    

    

But today, Chiang Zhan had defeated him with a casual punch. It was as if he was calm and at ease. Such an abnormal strength was simply incomprehensible.    

    

Chiang Zhan shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain. Although Long Eyebrow Manager was an Eighth Layer of Pulse Opening Stage expert, his strength was still very powerful. However, that was only for ordinary warriors. Ever since he cultivated the Imperishable War King Spell, he had undergone a thorough cleansing of his muscles and bones, and had been reborn. He had long stepped into the ranks of geniuses. There was almost no one in the same realm that could match him. Challenging someone who was stronger than him was as simple as eating and drinking. Furthermore, he had advanced two levels in a row in the past few days, and had broken through to the Seventh Layer of Pulse Opening Stage. Compared to his opponent, he was only one realm away. If he still couldn't defeat his opponent like this... It would be like seeing a ghost.    

    

As his mind flickered, he sneered. "Old dog, who exactly instigated you to harm me? If you don't want to die, then say it obediently. Otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson."    

    

"Ignorant fool. Just now, this old man was careless and let you have the upper hand. How dare you be so arrogant? You're courting death. " Chief Steward Mei was after all an Eighth Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior. Although he was shocked by Chiang Zhan's powerful strength just now, both of his eyes were filled with ruthlessness. He was as fierce as a tiger, and his roar shook the heavens.    

    

In the next instant, his body trembled, and then rumbled. The rumbling sound was like a surging iron current, and ten thousand horses were galloping. Waves of surging spiritual energy continuously gathered on his fist. It bloomed with a dazzling radiance, causing even the great sun in the sky to dim in comparison.    

    

Chiang Zhan felt that the aura emitted from the Long-Eyebrow Manager's body was several times stronger than before. The pressure made his breathing stagnate, and his blood boiled. He could not help but look serious as he pulled out his long blade.    

    

"Heavenly Dragon Fist."    

    

The Chief Steward shouted out loudly. His Qi soared up into the sky. A bright and blazing fist smashed down from the sky. The vigorous and overbearing spiritual energy was overwhelming, as if it could topple mountains and overturn seas. It swept across the heaven and earth, and instantly condensed into a majestic-looking line. The ferocious and ferocious phantom of a divine dragon swooped down from the sky. Its momentum was astonishing.    

    

At this moment, he had truly unleashed the strongest strength of an Eighth Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior. Besides, he was in charge of the Battle Skill Pavilion, so he had plenty of time to choose his combat skills. The Heavenly Dragon Fist that he cultivated was the strongest amongst all low grade Yellow rank combat skills. He just killed it with a single punch. His momentum was like a dragon that tore through the sky, and it was extremely powerful.    

    

A dangerous aura surged out from the depths of Chiang Zhan's heart. He was also shocked by this punch. If the Long-Eyebrow Steward was a divine dragon, he would at most be sleeping. But now, this divine dragon had completely awakened, revealing its sharp claws and teeth. It wanted to tear him apart completely.    

    

However, facing such a powerful pressure, not only did he not show any fear, his blood was boiling, and his fighting spirit was soaring. This was the battle that he wanted. The greater the pressure, the more it could test his true strength.    

    

"Cut off his head with one slash."    

    

Chiang Zhan's mind flickered, and he circulated all the spiritual energy in his body to gather on the long blade. A cold light burst out from the long blade, and then he slashed out with his blade. The sharp and fierce blade Qi pierced through the sky like a hot knife cutting through butter. It pierced through the imperious illusionary dragon.    

    

What kind of scene was this?    

    

In the depths of the sky, the Godly Dragon charged forward with a shocking aura. Its peerless saber intent slashed through everything in its path, creating a phenomenon of a dragon slaying.    

    

BANG!    

    

A shocking explosion was heard as a sharp saber intent swept past the illusionary figure of the godly dragon. The dragon head was chopped off and the saber fell from the sky. It was unstoppable, and then both exploded. It turned into a storm of spiritual energy and wreaked havoc everywhere, causing the entire space to shake violently. The wind and clouds changed color and the air boiled. Even the tower nearby was shaken. It began to shake violently.    

    

"Ah..."    

    

Long Eyebrow Manager screamed in pain. He was sent flying by the powerful aftershock of the battle. The moment he fell to the ground, his body twitched and he spat out blood. He was in a sorry state.    

    

Chiang Zhan's eyes flashed. He flew up and rode on the long-eyebrowed steward's body. He beat the dog that had fallen into the water in pain. Both of his hands were on both sides of the bow. One after another, they struck the long-eyebrowed steward's face like a storm. At once, the steward's face was bruised and swollen. Blood kept spurting out of his seven orifices. All his teeth had fallen off.    

    

"Wuwuwu..."    

    

The long-eyebrowed steward's facial features were distorted, and he was no longer in human form. He kept making strange sounds from his mouth, and it was as unpleasant as a ghost's cry.