In the midst of a life-or-death struggle, there isn't much time to think.

Lin Che had a clear understanding of his own cultivation level; not everyone could withstand the punch he had just delivered.

He first pointed into his own body, and waves of "divine grace" formed within him, making it impossible for outsiders to see the rain falling from the sky.

It was at this moment that he leaped up and looked toward the figure of Emperor Wu.

Upon seeing this, he immediately felt relieved.

Ahead, a figure flew straight back, carving a deep trench four or five thousand meters long, smashing countless city walls and houses, and finally crashing into a palace before coming to a stop.

Emperor Wu was already severely injured and covered in blood.

Indeed, Lin Che's punch broke more than a dozen bones in the Martial Emperor's chest. At the same time, the gaunt old man who had been secretly standing on the Martial Emperor's shoulder was on the verge of death.

The fist slammed into the gaunt old man's chest, then continued its assault on his throat, chin, and head. These areas were ripped open, devoid of flesh and blood, yet resembling a disemboweled body.

The gaunt old man looked like he was made of black glue, so dilapidated that his flesh was constantly peeling off. The remaining half of his face wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

Clearly, Lin Che's punch had already taken his life.

As for Emperor Wu, he was already lying on the ground, seemingly absorbing the emaciated old man's broken body. This made Emperor Wu grit his teeth and forcefully stand up.

Although he managed to stand up, Emperor Wu was still hunched over, his clothes were tattered, his bones were protruding from his chest, and blood was flowing all over his body, especially his face, from which blood was flowing from all seven orifices.

Emperor Wu was like a drowning man who had just come ashore, breathing heavily, the withered body of the old man constantly merging into his own.

"Hiss! Whoosh whoosh whoosh, you, you, the Human King. You..."

The Martial Emperor was filled with disbelief. His status as a Martial Emperor stemmed from his unparalleled and formidable cultivation. Especially in terms of physical strength, even the Demon Emperor paled in comparison.

But why was Lin Che unharmed after exchanging a punch with him, severely injuring him?

How is that possible?

In particular, the phantom hidden on his shoulder was his strongest trump card, the soul of the first Martial Emperor. With this Martial Emperor's soul, the entire world would be under his control.

But why? With just one punch, the soul of the first Martial Emperor was killed?

"Lin Che, you, you... what kind of cultivation technique do you practice?"

Lin Che did not answer, but merely raised an eyebrow, and his righteous aura erupted once more.

Then he clenched his fist and charged forward angrily with eight golden dragons.

"Third punch, kill!!"

Lin Che charged forward, crushing the ground beneath his feet.

"Come forth, King of Men!!"

Emperor Wu shook his body, seemingly returning to his peak condition once again. His eyes were bloodshot, and his terrifying fist once again gathered surging power, ready to exchange another punch with Lin Che.

In that very instant.

Emperor Wu felt time stand still all around him, and even his fists slowed down tenfold.

Just as he thought Lin Che was about to take the opportunity to rush over and throw a punch, he felt a chill on his back, and an extremely sharp light had already rushed behind him.

That terrifying feeling was clearly that of a Primordial Emperor Weapon!

not good--

Emperor Wu's pupils contracted. He knew Lin Che possessed a Primordial Emperor-level weapon, the Battle Blade. Could it be...?

bass!!

With a flash of cold light, the Azure Sky Battle Blade shot out from behind Emperor Wu and slashed across his neck.

Click!

With a single stroke, Emperor Wu's neck was severed!

Emperor Wu swayed, feeling unsteady on his feet. The immense power within him seemed to vanish in that instant. Even his vision blurred considerably.

He only saw Lin Che reach out, catch a battle sword, and then stand still in front of him.

Emperor Wu stiffly raised his hand and touched his neck; a trickle of blood had already seeped from it. An ordinary knife couldn't have severed his neck; even if it had, he would still be alive.

However, if it were a Primordial Emperor Weapon, it would not be able to heal his wounds and would continue to destroy his internal organs and head.

For some reason, Emperor Wu slowly opened his mouth and uttered a very naive statement:

"You, you said you'd take three punches? Why are you using a knife now?"

In front, Lin Che held the Azure Sky Battle Blade, his body surging with power.

Indeed, he said he could kill Emperor Wu with three punches, but this is a life-or-death battle! Does that mean he won't make a move if he can't kill Emperor Wu with three punches?

Lin Che's lips curled into an apologetic smile: "Oh, I'm sorry then. In my next life, I'll be more careful. I definitely won't use a knife!"

"You, you..."

puff!!

Before Emperor Wu could finish his sentence, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his head lolled to the side, resulting in his head being severed from his body.

As Emperor Wu's head crashed down, the entire Wudi City plummeted from mid-air.

The scene was like the end of the world.

From a distance, the Martial Emperor City, which was suspended in mid-air, tilted and many buildings began to collapse. More martial artists soared into the sky, no longer daring to stay in the city.

As they flew away to escape, they looked back at the massive city crashing to the ground, letting out cries of agony.

"Ah! Our Martial Emperor City has fallen! Heavens!"

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