People covered their heads in fear, but still instinctively looked up to see what was happening in the world.
Above the sky, a giant blade, a person, short hair flashing in the wind, golden light shining.
The massive tornado dissipated, and the sky appeared cloudless.
With a light flick of his giant blade, Ruo Guancheng sheathed the sword, creating a sonic boom out of thin air.
It was terrifying again. Akraos was falling from the sky. His shoulder had been pierced by Ruoguancheng. His body fell uncontrollably like a puppet with its strings cut, falling again and again until he hit the ground, without waking up.
It crashed heavily to the ground, and this fall aggravated many of its internal injuries.
Seeing their leader fall to the ground, the American spiritualists, like fragile skin with low health, instinctively wanted to run away.
But it was as if he was under someone's control, unable to move, standing there trembling, questioning the meaning of life.
Designer! The Chinese spiritual masters still aren't going to take him down?!
But this is the spirit master of China!
Not everyone is as powerful as Ruo Guancheng; the title of the number one seventh-tier expert is well-deserved.
Akraos lay on the ground, opened his eyes, and looked at Ruoguan City in the sky. The expression of existential disbelief in his eyes was very much like someone who had been given a concussion by a child...
In his mind, a seventh-tier spirit master was nothing more than a child to an eighth-tier spirit master!
Why is this guy so strong?
At this moment, all the spiritual masters in the United States deeply understood why there was such a saying.
[Chinese spiritual masters, spiritual masters of the world.]
The spiritual masters in China seem to be completely different from those in other places.
In fact, for Chinese spiritual masters, those with high talent like Guan Cheng are also like this...
Everyone starts out learning the same things, so how come he's so good at it?
As Guan Cheng slowly descended from the sky, the spirit masters on both sides had stopped fighting and were all staring at him in disbelief, including their own people.
Everyone in China knows how powerful Ruoguan City is, but for a seventh-level Great Perfection cultivator to kill an eighth-level cultivator is just too outrageous!
If Guan Cheng landed on the ground, looking at Akraos, whom he had wounded, he would say calmly:
"I don't care what your motives are, next time, it won't be about shouldering responsibility."
After saying that, he glanced at everyone present:
"Let's go."
"yes!"
The spiritual masters of China shouted in unison, each with a hearty smile on their face.
Ruo Guancheng's harsh lesson to the foreigners was incredibly inspiring, and many of the new students who were already fans of Ruo Guancheng have now become die-hard fans.
"From now on, this is my older brother!"
"He's also my older brother!"
The other spiritual masters from various schools couldn't help but laugh upon seeing this:
"Those who want to be his underlings come from all over China; you guys still need to work harder."
The group traveled to the western part of the beautiful country amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.
But the people of America certainly wouldn't let Ruoguan City and his people ruin their plans.
Instead of informing China, they decided to arrest Ruoguan City directly.
The reasons may not have been sufficient before, but now they are perfectly valid.
[If Guan Cheng leads his men to betray the demons and attack our spiritual masters, severely injuring them.]
Of course, they wouldn't say that it was their own country's eighth-tier spiritual master who was seriously injured; that would be too shameful.
One eighth-level spirit master might not be able to cure Ruoguan City, but what about several?
If that doesn't work, their country also has two ninth-level spirit masters!
This still can't subdue you, Ruoguan City!?
However, the Americans did not act immediately; they do not do things they are not sure of.
Thus, in a certain otherworldly realm of demons in the western United States.
[Nicholas Stoja, the deep-sea behemoth], a demon race from another world, nicknamed the Godzilla family...
An eighth-level spirit master said with a stern face:
"If the Feng family comes, would you be willing to lend a hand?"
In the darkness, a pair of enormous scarlet eyes appeared, each eyeball as big as a truck.
"What? You two ninth-tier heroes are afraid of a mere Feng family?"
With a hint of sarcasm in his tone, the eighth-level Celestial Spirit Master looked somewhat angry, but still managed to suppress his temper: "So what exactly do you mean?"
Godzilla laughed loudly:
"Haha, don't be angry, don't worry. If you fall, we'll be the next ones to suffer. Don't worry, we'll take action."
Both sides successfully reached a consensus, and before leaving, the spirit master didn't forget to say one more thing:
"After dealing with the Feng family, it's time for China! I hope you won't go back on your word."
After he left, Godzilla's crimson eyes gradually sharpened as he murmured:
"China...China is not so easy to mess with."
Then it reached out its enormous hand and touched the scar on its shoulder. Its body was covered in indestructible scales, but here, there was a shocking knife wound, and no scales had grown back.
The fact that the American demon race named it Godzilla is already an acknowledgment of its power, recognizing it as the undisputed king of the American demons.
It also has considerable influence in the American demon world, and is at the top of the food chain.
It was precisely because of its existence that the people of the United States reached some kind of agreement, since even those two ninth-level psychic masters couldn't do much against it.
It's worth mentioning that the United States has far more than just one ninth-tier demon king; their strength is not to be underestimated.
Given the current situation in the United States, if the Feng family were to arrive, the demon race would likely respond swiftly and launch a full-scale counterattack.
Their tempers are not as gentle as those of island nations.
The United States did not notify China, but directly sent a ninth-level psychic master.
If Guan Cheng isn't polite, then they won't be polite to him either.
Gromet, a ninth-level psychic master from the United States, is not actually a native American; he is a powerful individual they recruited from another country.
It doesn't matter. As long as you're strong enough, you're one of our people, regardless of your character. That's their consistent style.
If Guan Cheng and the others were flying, Gromit would unleash a powerful attack without saying a word.
They looked like they wanted to kill all the spiritual masters who came to China!
Fortunately, Ruoguancheng desperately blocked the attack with his giant blade.
After the attack, his giant blade trembled violently, his tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding profusely, and his entire arm was shaking uncontrollably.
Upon seeing this, the people behind him quickly rushed to Ruoguancheng's side:
"Brother Ruo!"
When they arrived at Ruoguancheng's side, they heard Ruoguancheng laughing.
When they looked up, they saw a gleam of excitement in Ruo Guancheng's eyes that they had never seen before.
He's laughing hysterically!
That smile startled everyone around. "Brother, you're not going to fight again, are you?!"
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