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“How bold!”
Hercules was infuriated by Wang Ping’s contempt, and he instantly unleashed a terrifying attack.
Although Hercules gave people the impression of a berserker, his strongest skill was actually archery.
As he pulled the bowstring to the maximum and shot an arrow, it turned into nine dragon-shaped tracking beams.
This attack made the face of the Divine Land Guardian, who was standing nearby, turn pale.
If he were to face this attack head-on, he wouldn’t be able to remain unscathed and might face the danger of falling.
Therefore, he eagerly wanted to intervene and block the attack together with Wang Ping.
However, the next second, sothing shocking happened.
Facing this terrifying attack, Wang Ping remained calm and simply raised the index finger of his right hand, pointing at it casually.
In an instant, invisible ripples spread out, and the powerful dragon-shaped beams, each exceeding a hundred ters wide, suddenly froze in mid-air before turning into light spots that exploded. They transford into a rain of light that shot towards the earth, much like a teor shower, looking incredibly gorgeous.
“Is this the power of a demi-god? It’s useless for killing, but not bad for livening up the atmosphere. Creating a teor shower for people to make wishes upon is quite impressive.”
Wang Ping’s clothes fluttered as he spoke in a light and airy manner.
Hercules’ power was only at the level of Wang Ping’s half-step Yin-Yang Realm.
Back then, he only had a 1st-tier Pure Yin Power and no king-tier Cultivation Skill, Divine Skills, Purple Spirit Illusion Fire, or control over Domain Force.
It could be said that he was extrely weak.
In front of Wang Ping, Hercules was like an ant that could be crushed anyti, genuinely feeble.
Wang Ping even had to be careful when controlling his own strength, afraid that he would accidentally crush Hercules, depriving Xu Yi of gaining his power.
Compared to Wang Ping’s casual deanor, the Guardian of the Divine Land was dumbfounded.
What kind of monster is this?
Hercules’ ultimate move, which even he felt the danger to his life, was casually destroyed by a single finger point. And then Wang Ping even comnted that the opponent’s move was excellent for creating teor showers to make wishes and liven up the atmosphere….
This was just too powerful and a bit too showy.
He even doubted who was the human, who was the god slayer, and who was the demi-god.
Such frightening power should not belong to humans, but perhaps not even to a Master Lord Tier deity who had never descended to this world.
The Guardian of the Divine Land was dumbstruck, and the semi-god Hercules was even more so.
Even as a demi-god who had once traversed the Twelve Trials, a man more powerful than many real deities, his psyche was also strained and he began to doubt his own existence.
For a mont, he blankly stared at Wang Ping, unable to speak. The pride of being a demi-god and a great hero was crushed to pieces by Wang Ping.
“Mr. Demi-god over there, according to the myths, you should have twelve lives, right? So that ans I’ll need to kill you eleven tis before I can capture you alive, correct?”
At this point, Wang Ping spoke again, causing the Divine Land Guardian to be startled.
Wang Ping wanted to capture Hercules alive? Why?
Could it be to cultivate other people?
True, Hercules’ power was aningless to him, but his abilities were not bad. The Twelve Trials were tempting, but it was not guaranteed that they could be obtained.
“Trying to capture alive? In your dreams.”
Hercules’ face was ferocious, and he beca furious. He transford into a terrifying ray of light and fled to the distance.
He could accept dying in battle and having his power taken by Wang Ping, but he would never allow himself to be captured alive and have his power taken by weak humans.
So, for the first ti, the proud demi-god chose to flee.
“Hurry up and chase, or else he’ll get away soon.”
Seeing this, the Divine Land Guardian beca anxious and wanted to pursue.
Existences from myths were extrely dangerous, and if they didn’t intercept or kill them in the first instance, it would bring great harm to the Divine Land, with countless cities being destroyed.
“Don’t worry, he won’t get away.”
Wang Ping spoke calmly, raising his palm and squeezing the air in front of him.
In an instant, under the astonished gaze of the Divine Land Guardian, the sky darkened as if it had turned from a bright and sunny day into night.
Then, in the darkness, an invisible gigantic palm appeared and directly grabbed Hercules, like a human holding a chick. No matter how much the chick struggled, it was useless.
“This kind of power…”
The Divine Land Guardian was horrified.
Wang Ping’s power made him feel suffocated, reminding him of the feeling of oppression and helplessness when he faced deities as a human.
At this mont, the Divine Land Guardian was not the only one astonished; all the humans who witnessed this scene were also shocked.
Those who were strong enough to see what was happening in the sky were completely dumbfounded.
Even those without the power to see were similarly amazed by the sudden change in the sky.
After all, the kind of power that could instantly change day into night seed to only belong to gods and god slayers.
“Using darkness attribute in broad daylight is quite showy, making it seem like night and day have been reversed.”
Wang Ping casually grabbed the struggling Hercules, his face unchanged, thinking quietly to himself.
“Let ask you sothing, Hercules, do you really have twelve lives? Or is it just that your recovery ability is stronger?”
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