Although the Eight Extremes’ men were all very powerful, a good man cannot resist a large number of people, not to mention the fact that the Corpses and the Heavenly Dragon Guards together were even more powerful than the Eight Extremes.
Therefore, the men of the Eight Extremes were overwhelmed as soon as they fought, unable to withstand the Soul Refining Formation of the Corpse Catcher Clan, and had a hard time coping with the fierce attacks of the Heavenly Dragon Guards who were not afraid to die.
“Haha, the Eight Extremes Sect is no better than that.” Only at this moment, Lin Qi, who was holding the Heaven Breaking Halberd and was surrounded by a murderous aura, clashed with an Eight Extremes Fist expert once, although he was knocked back by that Eight Extremes Fist expert and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but that Eight Extremes Fist expert was also injured by the Heaven Breaking Halberd in his hand.
Killing a thousand enemies and damaging himself eight hundred, this was Lin Qi’s fighting style, he never backed down in a fight, even if his opponent was stronger than him, he would still bite off a piece of flesh.
Silly Ben’s fighting style was even more ferocious than Lin Qi’s, clashing with the Eight Extremes Fist expert, his fists reaching flesh, that terrifying clash was like a humanoid machine, Silly Ben and Lin Qi, these were the two toughest young warriors under Ye Han’s hand, these two guys were invisibly and secretly competing with each other when they fought.
However, the current Lin Qi was naturally still no match for Foolish Ben, he still lacked training, if they were given enough time to grow up afterwards, these two could definitely become gods of war and gods of killing-like figures.
There was no need to even think about fighting the Eight Extremes Sect people, in the end, the only way they could go was to be captured.
The battle between Zhao Hengtian and Murong Hetu had already begun. After recovering for most of the year, Zhao Hengtian’s strength had not yet reached the peak, but he was already at the peak of the early middle Rendu realm, and Murong Hetu was only one realm stronger than him.
These two, one was the former King of the Southwest and the other was the hegemon of the Southern Underworld, and their clash could be described as exceptionally exciting, Zhao Hengtian’s Twelve Forms and Murong Hetu’s Overlord Gun, both clashing, causing the void to shake and unsettle.
“Southern Fist Huang Wanqin!”
At this moment, Elder Qin Zhan of the Eight Extremes Sect was staring closely at Huang Wanjian, his fists clenched in a deadly grip, a look of scorn faintly surfacing in his eyes, Elder Qin Zhan had also heard of the mighty name of Southern Fist Huang Wanjian.
Huang Wanqin looked at Elder Qin Zhan and said; “If the Eight Extremes Sect’s Gu Madman doesn’t come out, dealing with anyone from your Eight Extremes Sect is not a difficult task for me, Huang Wanqin, tonight, it will be hard for you to escape your fate.”
“Is that so?” Elder Qin Zhan smiled coldly and said; “This Elder will come to learn the might of your Southern Fist Huang Wanqin today.”
With that said, the next moment, Elder Qin Zhan’s body had turned into a terrifying black light and burst towards Huang Wanqin, his body swelling, his terrifying Eight Extremes Fist was as powerful as a mountain, moving like thunder, his fist madness to the extreme.
Seeing this, Huang Wanqin’s pale eyes were as cold as a sharp edge, his arms trembled, a thick smell of power spread out, and the void around him seemed to be imprisoned because of this power he had released.
The initial clash was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the terrifying power radiated out like a shocking wave, forcing Ye Han, who was watching from the side, to retreat some distance away.
However, Huang Wanqin was a step ahead of Elder Qin Zhan in the boxing match, which was evident from the fact that Elder Qin Zhan retreated after the two clashed with each other, while Huang Wanqin, on the other hand, did not move at all, his aged body standing like a pine.
Seeing this, Ye Han moved his gaze away from them and then fell on the battle between Zhao Hengtian and Murong Hetu, then, Ye Han’s footsteps borrowed strength in the void and his whole body shot towards Murong Hetu like a black lightning, although he alone was generally no match for Murong Hetu, but together with Zhao Hengtian, the two of them would be able to go for a fierce clash with Murong Hetu.
Snort!
The Longquan Sword was like lightning, sword qi was spreading across the night sky, ruthlessly slashing down, clanging down on top of Murong Hetu’s Overlord Spear, that clash, gold and iron met, rubbing out a blinding tongue of fire erupting in the night sky, illuminating the faces of Ye Han and Murong Hetu.
“Hmph, it seems that the lesson you were taught last time was not enough.” Murong Hetu snorted coldly as the Overlord Spear in his hand trembled and stabbed towards Ye Han’s body like an extinguishing spear, breaking through the void and reaching Ye Han’s body in the next moment.
However, just at that moment, Zhao Hengtian swept in quickly, and the Dragon’s Row Fist was unleashed, and behind him, in the night sky, it was as if a giant dragon had faintly emerged, and Zhao Hengtian, who was carrying the giant dragon on his back, blasted down with a fist of unparalleled power, causing even Murong Hetu to abandon Ye Han and turn to meet Zhao Hengtian’s fist attack.
Boom!
After the two collided, Zhao Hengtian drifted back, and Murong Hetu was about to continue attacking Zhao Hengtian after shaking his body, when suddenly, an extinguishing flame illuminated the entire night sky, and the huge flame turned into a giant sword, cutting frantically towards Murong Hetu’s position.
Bear!
He looked at Ye Han with indifferent eyes. He did not fear Ye Han’s strength, but he did fear this flame that Ye Han controlled, which was so powerful that he had never seen it before, and just a touch of it would cause unimaginable damage.
As his eyes swept across the field, Murong Hetu’s eyes became even colder, for on the side of the Eight Extremes Sect, defeat had already been achieved, and even Elder Qin Xie would not be able to see this for long under Huang Wanqin’s attack.
“Murong Hetu, distracting yourself in a battle is a big no-no, watch the fist!” At this time, Zhao Hengtian was in the night sky and his fists attacked madly towards Murong Hetu, Ye Han also did not stop, and the two of them killed Murong Hetu left and right.
“Hmph, Zhao Hengtian, Ye Han, we will fight the two of you another day.” The situation that the Eight Extremes Sect faced right now made Murong Hetu have no idea to continue fighting, the defeat of the Eight Extremes Sect had already been achieved, if he waited for the experts from Ye Han’s side to free up their hands, then it would be a problem for him to leave at that time.
Seeing Murong Hetu wanting to leave, Ye Han shouted; “Murong Hetu, do you want to leave now? Leave your life behind.”
Once Murong Hetu escaped tonight, all the forces in Eastern China would know that Ye Han had already started to make his move in secret.
“Where to go!” At this time, Mr. Gong Yang also swept over, since he had made his move, he could not let anyone escape.
“Corpse Catcher Clan, you guys are really generous, to die off your grudges with a smile and help this kid in turn.” Murong Hetu laughed coldly, not bothering to fight, as he had already broken through Ye Han and Zhao Hengtian and swept towards the distant night sky before Mr. Aongyang could arrive.
Seeing this, Mr. Gong Yang, Zhao Hengtian and Ye Han followed close behind, in pursuit of Murong Hetu.
