"What a strong aura, Thunderbolt Fist."
Zhao Letian was suddenly startled and hurriedly stood up, with the Power of thunder and lightning surging around his fist, he struck out with a crash.
"Boom!"
The powerful True Yuan exploded with threads of electricity, forcing both fighters to retreat.
The young man in white only took one step back, while Zhao Letian was pushed back seven full steps before he could stop with difficulty.
"How can a re True Martial Fourth Realm cultivator shake ?"
The young man in white looked at Zhao Letian with disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishnt.
Zhao Letian remained silent, staring intently at the young man in white, his face looking very bad.
He knew that he had encountered a true powerhouse; this young man in white was definitely not an ordinary True Martial Seventh Realm individual, his strength was even greater than that of Wu Kui at the True Martial Eighth Realm.
"So, he is one of the top ten young masters of the Royal Capital, Wanyan Zheng."
"Although Wanyan Zheng is only ranked eighth among the top ten young masters, his strength far surpasses his peers. It's incredible that he was forced to take a step back by that little True Martial Fourth Realm guy."
The crowd exclaid in astonishnt.
"The top ten young masters of the Royal Capital? Wanyan Zheng?"
Zhao Letian took note of this na.
"Wanyan Zheng, what are you waiting for? Kill him for this Commandery Princess."
Commandery Princess Murong Qian yelled.
"Yes, Your Highness, I will take his head right away."
A cold light flashed in Wanyan Zheng's eyes as he once again leaped forward to attack.
"War Dragon Arm."
Zhao Letian dared not be careless, hurriedly drawing the War Dragon Arm, casting a black dragon phantom which headbutted and swung its tail at Wanyan Zheng.
"Boom!"
Wanyan Zheng struck out with a palm, shattering the dragon shadow, but his figure was also forced to stop. This is part of a series from My Virtual Library Empire (*).
"What a powerful Puppet Device."
Wanyan Zheng narrowed his eyes, gazing intently at Zhao Letian's Dragon-shaped Brace, with a covetous look in his eyes. Such a fine object, it was a waste in the hands of a True Martial Fourth Realm cultivator. If he could obtain it his strength would surely increase greatly.
"Wanyan Zheng, are you capable or not? If you can't even kill a True Martial Fourth Realm person, don't co see in the future."
Murong Qian frowned with dissatisfaction.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. This next palm strike will take his life. Shadow Palm Technique, kill."
Wanyan Zheng coldly smiled and once again charged forward, his figure shimred midway, suddenly turning into countless phantom afterimages, rushing at Zhao Letian from different directions.
Zhao Letian's gaze grew stern, showing a heavy expression. This man's palm technique was sowhat similar to the Yellow Level Martial Technique Universe Palm that he had used before, but it was much more sophisticated. These countless phantom afterimages were innurable, covering the sky and overwhelming him, filling the entire space and leaving him nowhere to evade.
"War Dragon Arm."
"Burning Sky Thunder Dragon Spear."
"Human-shaped Puppet."
In the next instant, Zhao Letian punched out another dragon shadow, sweeping it forward, and his right hand manifested a long spear, sweeping it with the Power of thunder and lightning and flas towards the sky-filled phantom shadows. Lastly, he took out a massive Human-shaped Puppet and placed it in front of him.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Wanyan Zheng's palm struck forth, first smashing the black dragon shadow, then shattering the thunder spear shadow, and finally hitting the human-shaped puppet viciously. Leaving a clear palm mark on its indestructible chest, he forced the puppet back by two steps.
"What trendous strength."
Zhao Letian was slightly shocked, Wanyan Zheng's formidable strength made his blood boil, igniting a fierce fighting spirit within him.
"A True Martial Seventh Realm Peak puppet? Boy, you sure have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."
Wanyan Zheng stared at the massive black puppet in front of Zhao Letian, his face dark and ugly. Zhao Letian had managed to block his attack three tis in a row, which made him feel like he had lost face, especially since he had just bragged to Commandery Princess Murong Qian that he would kill Zhao Letian with one palm. Now, however, Zhao Letian remained safe and unhard, which felt to him as if he had been slapped hard across the face several tis, causing a burning sting on his skin.
At the sa ti, the faces of the spectators were also filled with shock. They hadn't expected that Wanyan Zheng, one of the top ten young masters of the Royal Capital, would have such difficulty dealing with a re True Martial Fourth Realm individual, unable to get the upper hand after three consecutive palm strikes.
"Wanyan Zheng, you have greatly disappointed . All of you wastes, attack together and kill him for ."
Commandery Princess Murong Qian, showing a look of impatience, said to the youths beside her.
"Wait! Commandery Princess, give another chance. I cannot rest until I kill him today."
Wanyan Zheng's eyes revealed a cold murderous intent as he drew a longsword.
"Fine, I'll give you one more chance. Don't disappoint again."
Murong Qian hesitated for a mont, then nodded, seeing that Wanyan Zheng had taken out a spiritual artifact, it seed he was finally ready to get serious.
"Rest assured, Commandery Princess, he's dead this ti."
Wanyan Zheng's mouth curled into a cruel sneer, his body surging with powerful True Yuan, as he advanced step by step towards Zhao Letian.
"Boy, you should be proud to have forced to use a spiritual artifact, but your martial journey will end here. Rainstorm Sword Skill, slash!"
Wanyan Zheng glared at Zhao Letian and said indifferently, before his figure flickered and he slashed with his sword, creating a torrential downpour of blade shadows.
"My martial path cannot be cut by anyone. Who do you think you are? Wind Thunder Step!"
Zhao Letian called out sharply, his figure flashed, turning into an arc of electricity, instantly dodging Wanyan Zheng's attack.
"What incredible speed."
"What a brilliant body technique."
The crowd exclaid in surprise, Zhao Letian's speed was too fast, too many had not caught a clear view.
"Dark Level high-grade body technique? Plus the power of wind and thunder? Boy, who exactly are you?"
Wanyan Zheng's eyes showed an incredulous shock, then asked with a livid face.
He had failed again. Even using a spiritual artifact, he still couldn't kill Zhao Letian with one swoop, his face completely lost.
However, this ti it wasn't that his attack was insufficient to kill Zhao Letian, but that he hadn't anticipated that a re True Martial Fourth Realm youngster could have such astonishing movent technique.
In his view, a youth with such a remarkable strength could not possibly be an ordinary person, Zhao Letian must have an extraordinary background.
"Who I am is none of your business. If you want to fight, let's fight; if not, get lost."
Zhao Letian said indifferently, Wanyan Zheng's strength indeed was very strong, under the premise of not using his original techniques, Zhao Letian could not clash head-on with him, but he could still compete by relying on his movent techniques, as well as the aid of the War Dragon Arm and the human-shaped puppet.
"Good, good, kid, you've got guts. You don't think you're the only one with a body technique, do you? I, Wanyan Zheng, swear not be a man if I don't kill you today."
Wanyan Zheng said with a cold gaze. Zhao Letian had completely obliterated his face, he must kill Zhao Letian to regain his honor.
"Wanyan Zheng, aren't you ashad enough? A mighty True Martial Seventh Realm warrior attacking a minor of True Martial Fourth Realm, you dare to take pride in that? How about it, shall the two of us have a bout?"
Just then, a black-clad young man with an iron staff on his shoulder and holding a wine jug, while tilting his head back to drink the strong alcohol, approached with a mocking smile.
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