There were several third-level saint-level warriors beside Shao Quandi. They all attacked one after another, unleashing an extremely domineering force.

Boom!

When they collided with each other, these powerful saints were stunned. They found that even if the three of them attacked together, they could only barely offset that force.

They thought that they could not only solve the problem, but also kill Qin Lang.

"Young Fist Emperor, this kid is quite interesting!"

A white-haired male protagonist looked in that direction with a playful look, which was where Qin Lang was.

Shao Quandi's eyes also lit up, but they were soon replaced by a cold light, and he said, "He is a good seedling, but it's a pity that he did something he shouldn't have done. He turned out to be an enemy, so he can't be kept alive, kill him!"

The white-haired man had sharp eyes, like two knives, captivating.

"Yes, Young Fist Emperor!"

Shao Quandi is the son of the Lord of Shengwang City. He is also an outstanding genius of this generation and the next heir. Wu Xingyuan will do whatever Shao Quandi asks him to do.

The next moment, the white-haired man flashed brightly and suddenly disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

The wandering cultivators around all had sympathy in their eyes.

"It's fine if he has offended the Bai family, but he has also offended the Young Fist Emperor of Saint King City. This time this kid is dead!"

"It is said that the Lord of Saint King City has announced that Shao Quandi is the next successor. I don't know how many people from various forces want to curry favor with him. If he continues to provoke him at this critical moment, he is simply courting death!"

Most of them just sit there with their hands folded and watch the show; they are all gloating over other people's misfortune.

Qin Lang was surprised to find that he couldn't even tell the man's exact location and couldn't capture him.

"This is a good opponent. Maybe this time he can help me improve to a certain extent!"

Thinking of this possibility, Qin Lang moved and immediately punched him.

Although he didn't know where he was now, he could use his tyrannical and domineering power to destroy everything he wanted to destroy.

Boom!

As he threw his punch, the void shook, as if thousands of beasts were roaring and thousands of drums were beating.

Some of those who were watching felt it was deafening.

Some of the weaker ones were bleeding from all seven orifices and spitting blood, and they felt as if their internal organs were displaced.

Not only that, the void broke and began to collapse.

The person who used the Star-Chasing Step, Wu Xingyuan, was shocked to find that he was actually being targeted.

There was no way to dodge this, the force of this punch was like the Yangtze River rushing towards you.

"No wonder this kid can attract the interest of the Young Fist Emperor. He is indeed quite interesting. I have changed my mind. I will not kill you. I can save your life as long as you submit to me now!"

Wu Xingyuan also punched out in the same way, with endless force, like a series of dazzling meteorites shooting out.

Finally, there was a violent collision with the force that had almost hit him directly in front of him.

These two forces did not dissipate, sweeping in all directions, causing the earth to sink, and the entire God Emperor Mountain to shake continuously.

It seemed like at any moment, this mountain would disappear along with the world.

Qin Lang was disdainful. He had a system and a powerful pure holy body, which could be further improved.

How could he possibly follow someone with an average to lower physique now?

"You're dreaming of making me your slave. If you're willing to be my slave, I can consider it!"

Wu Xingyuan was furious. This kid actually wanted to make him a slave.

He became a slave of the Holy King City because the Holy King City was qualified to allow him to live under its roof, but that did not mean that anyone was qualified to make him a slave.

"Young Fist Emperor, please allow me to spare his life. I will torture him to the point where he would rather die than live!"

Wu Xingyuan sent a message to Shao Quandi.

Shao Quandi raised his eyebrows. Originally, a slave was not qualified to make such a request. Now Wu Xingyuan was torturing him, which was no different from insubordination.

But Shao Quandi was not angry, but chose to agree to Wu Xingyuan.

"Can!"

With the permission from Shao Quandi, Wu Xingyuan once again entered the state of a fighting maniac.

Wu Xingyuan's eyes began to become sharp, and a black gas emanated from his body, and a foul smell also spread.

The faces of the monks around suddenly changed, as if they saw something horrible appear, and they all fled.

These monks used to act like powerful and arrogant people, talking and laughing, but now they are in a very miserable state, each one more miserable than the other.

Some of them even crawled out of this world.

Those who were left behind were submerged in the black air, bleeding from all seven orifices, screaming as their bodies rotted, and finally turned into a pool of blood.

Wherever the black gas passed, no grass grew. From time to time, cries of pain could be heard from the black gas, as if the souls of the strong men who had been submerged before had fallen into the Asura Hell and were being tortured, thus wailing.

All the strong ones who were planning to continue watching the fun, although not as good as them, were almost the same. They all chose to run away when they felt something was wrong.

These powerful ones included the saints who came to watch the battle with ill intentions. They all fled far away, staring at each other from afar across the sky and earth.

Seeing that they had no intention of leaving, Qin Lang immediately knew that these people must still be interested in the secret treasure here.

"These old guys, even at this point, actually still want to take the secret treasure from here, they are simply courting death!"

Yang Wuxuan also noticed it, raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. Now he was thinking that if they started fighting, he would beat them up with his fists.

At this time, these old monsters were secretly planning how to safely snatch these treasures when both sides were defeated.

While they were thinking this, Shao Quandi said to an old man in a green robe beside him.

"Master Ji, kill them!"

Shao Quandi's eyes were cold. In fact, he had wanted to kill those old guys for a long time. At this time, these old guys could not threaten him.

But he couldn't threaten these old guys. These old guys couldn't kill him, but it would be absolutely no problem for him to escape from this place.

Mr. Ji took action immediately. A golden hair appeared on his hand and he began to paint in the void.

Mr. Ji’s hand speed is extremely fast. It takes an ordinary person at least twenty breaths to draw a picture, but in his hands, it only takes a few breaths to see the result.

It took Mr. Ji just a few breaths to paint a complete picture of the golden Yangtze River.

"go!"

Mr. Ji uttered one last word.

Then, the Yangtze River in the painting squirmed and suddenly came alive, like a dragon, flying out of the painting.

This is Master Ji’s Dharmadhatu, and it is a Dharmadhatu that possesses a complete world, truly transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint.