Is this the chief of the Green Mountain Imperial Palace?

Soon, people throughout the area recognized the figure on the Hidden Dragon Platform.

Lei Mingyun.

The strongest among the younger generation of Qingshan Imperial Palace.

He had already broken through to the Tribulation Transcending Realm before he was even thirty years old.

He also possesses several partially mastered immortal-grade cultivation techniques.

Seeing Lei Mingyun enter the arena, no one was too surprised. The grudges between the Green Mountain Imperial Palace and the Misty Sect were already quite clear, and there was no way to settle them privately.

Although the Palace Master of the Green Mountain Imperial Palace hadn't said anything before, it was clear to everyone that he was preparing to let the Misty Sect know what the true foundation of an old imperial palace was on the Hidden Dragon Platform.

Looking at the reactions around him, Wang Teng slowly stood up.

With a single step, he appeared on the Hidden Dragon Platform, his gaze fixed on Lei Mingyun, his eyes filled with indifference.

Is this the so-called imperial prince of the Green Mountain Imperial Palace?

It looks like there's something there, but not much.

"Your brother died because he deserved to die."

"I'm right here. I want to see if everyone in your Green Mountain Imperial Palace is as useless as before."

Lei Mingyun's spiritual power surged, and with a frown, an invisible killing intent gathered around his body.

"Today, I will kill you..."

Soon, the elder from the Tianwu Imperial Palace who had been in charge appeared on the Hidden Dragon Platform, looking at Wang Teng with a meaningful gaze.

The elders and disciples of the Misty Sect were far more arrogant than he had imagined.

I just don't know if they have the ability to back up that arrogance.

"Let's begin..."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Lei Mingyun's figure had already moved, and countless lightning spirits enveloped the battle spirit platform.

He threw a punch.

A terrifying stream of light traversed through space.

They attacked in the direction where Wang Teng was located.

'Bang--!'

The moment they made contact, Lei Ling followed the spear in Wang Teng's hand and enveloped him directly.

Lei Mingyun's lips curled up slightly, but only for a moment before his expression froze.

"How is this possible?"

He knew very well that his Thunder Spirit contained a trace of the power of the Great Dao. Although it wasn't a particularly large amount, it was still something that ordinary people couldn't withstand.

It was already clear from the previous action that Wang Teng was following the path of the spear.

How could the physical strength of this body be so terrifying?

His own lightning spirit had absolutely no effect on the opponent.

"Is this all the power you have?"

"The Green Mountain Imperial Palace is nothing special..."

These words were spoken.

Lei Mingyun's figure instantly shifted, his gaze becoming more solemn.

Wang Teng's strength was even greater than he had imagined.

I took a deep breath.

With another step, lightning flashed forth.

The illusory figure behind them gradually appeared.

It transformed into streaks of lightning power.

"Ten Desolate Thunder Gods..."

The moment Thor descended, everyone's gaze fell upon the enormous phantom.

It's as if these are the true ancient gods.

The power of thunder and darkness within his body.

It transformed into a thunder blade and slashed directly in the direction where Wang Teng was.

Is such overwhelming pressure something that someone at the Tribulation Transcending Realm could possibly possess?

The disciples from the other holy lands around were all shocked. In the Azure Profound Continent, the existence of a holy land was already enough to suppress a region.

Not to mention the younger generation among them.

They all considered themselves geniuses, so-called prodigies.

But in the face of this imperial palace, it appeared so utterly vulnerable.

The disparity between them left everyone with mixed feelings. Now they truly understood why the elders of the Holy Land had brought them to this Hidden Dragon Assembly to observe.

The purpose is to make them truly recognize reality.

It was clear that the annihilating power was about to engulf Wang Teng.

Wang Teng's spiritual power suddenly erupted.

The Emperor-Slaying Spear flashed out.

He held a gun in his hand, and the intent of the gun flowed like a dragon.

A single shot was fired.

Like a dragon emerging from the shadows!

He charged directly at the enormous phantom of the Thunder God, his body brimming with lightning energy, but it had no effect on Wang Teng whatsoever.

'Snap!'

A shattering sound rang out.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The Emperor-Slaying Spear shattered Thor's Shadow.

Lei Mingyun slowly lowered his head, looking at his own body, his trembling voice echoing in the space.

"No...impossible..."

"How...how can you...be so strong..."

"I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he lost his life and died on the spot.

Pieces of flesh and blood were scattered across the Battle Spirit Platform.

The entire scene fell silent.

All eyes were silently fixed on the figure on the Hidden Dragon Platform.

Lei Mingyun's defeat was something they never expected, let alone his easy death in battle.

The disciples from the other major imperial palaces, in particular, could clearly see that Wang Teng had not yet used his full strength.

Even someone like Lei Mingyun had no ability to resist him, so it's hard to imagine how terrifying this first disciple of the Misty Sect would be at his peak.

With the Emperor-Slaying Spear in his hand, Wang Teng slowly walked towards the edge of the Hidden Dragon Platform, his gaze fixed on the area where the Green Mountain Imperial Palace was located.

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