Did I Let You Go

"Da Hong, it seems that those two are at the Illusory Realm!"

Fang Jueming said somewhat uncertainly after taking a look.

After countless days and nights of punching, he finally broke through to the Illusory Strength Realm.

However, the strength of these two killers was obviously more than just the Illusory Realm.

Moreover, there were hundreds of Paradise killers eyeing them.

Metatron stared intently at Hongtian, his face tense.

This one - eyed big wolf brought him an unimaginable sense of oppression.

In a beast form and still able to talk?

A heretic from the Hundred Ghosts Gate?

Damn it! Aren't they their allies?

The Equal King lying on the ground was also completely dumbfounded.

To be honest, he also had no idea what this man and this beast were.

Da Hong stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, saying, "By the way, do these two have demon cores?"

Fang Jueming pondered for a moment and then said with absolute certainty, "Yes."

"Then I'll take on the old man. You deal with the woman, and leave the remaining killers to the brats from the Underworld." Hongtian said eagerly, itching for a fight.

Looking at Kamel, who was dressed provocatively, Fang Jueming hesitated and said, "Hitting a woman doesn't seem to conform to the demeanor of a martial artist. The curator said that a martial artist's fists are not for hitting women."

"Such a hassle!" Since that was the case, "Then you take on the old man."

Hongtian was impatient and then fixed his eyes on Kamel again.

Looking at Metatron, who was old and white - haired, Fang Jueming thought to himself: The curator said...

"Damn it!"

Hongtian turned his head, grabbed Fang Jueming's clothes with his mouth, and flung him out, shouting, "Go!"

In an instant, Fang Jueming's figure was sent flying towards Metatron's embrace!

At this time, An Yi was on a dragon.

Indeed, it was a dragon!

A silver dragon was soaring in the sky.

An Yi stepped on the dragon's head, looking imposing.

The soft white clouds were within reach. After flying for just a few minutes, An Yi was as wet as if he had been fished out of the water.

"This King of Biancheng isn't doing so well. Why is it so far away!"

An Yi was a bit annoyed.

Lin Chen could just pick up an unclaimed boat and go to Huiming Island.

But for him to go to Chunnan Island, he had to circle half of the ocean!

It was too late to take a plane now. An Yi had a sudden inspiration and remembered the dragon in his storage space.

Staying with him all day without paying rent!

Is this what a decent being would do?

Shameless!

So, An Yi made good use of this "waste" and used the skill he had self - learned as a boss: painting a big pie.

He promised to give her a legendary fifth - grade spiritual core for each ride.

Unexpectedly, she actually agreed.

An Yi took out his phone, pulled up the "Garbage Map" (a play on the name), and checked the distance.

Tsk tsk, not bad. There was actually a signal.

In just two hours, he was now less than half the distance from Chunnan Island.

Riding a dragon was really fast!

"You have deviated from the route. We are re - planning the route for you. Please select your mode of transportation."

"Pfft! What rubbish!"

An Yi scoffed. Didn't they even consider that there might be users riding dragons?

On Huiming Island.

The battle here had reached a fever pitch.

Lin Chen used a Swift Step and arrived in front of Raphael. His stick was like a gust of wind.

The Kylin Stick and the Late Sky Stick!

Under Lin Chen's skillful use, these two stick techniques changed freely. For a moment, he was evenly matched with Raphael.

"Your basics are good! But you're too slow!"

Raphael was like a ghost, shuttling through. The long knife in his hand was surrounded by a blade aura as he slashed over!

Suddenly, the pressure on Lin Chen increased tremendously.

Raphael's expression changed slightly. At this moment, the air was so heavy that it was as if he was carrying a thousand - jin weight on his back, and his body felt like it was about to collapse.

"Break!"

Lin Chen's eyes were cold as he clenched his five fingers into a fist.

There was a tearing sound!

In the enveloping space, the cyan gale was as sharp as a knife, enveloping and raging!

Blood spurted from Raphael's body, and terrifying wounds appeared on him.

"Boss!"

The eyes of all the killers from Paradise became panicked.

The number one expert in Paradise was actually injured by this kid.

The people from the Underworld were even more delighted.

Perhaps, Lin Chen really had the possibility of defeating Raphael.

"Hehe, impressive!"

A smile curled up on Raphael's lips as he stared coldly at Lin Chen. "You're not dead. The head that Gabriel beheaded was fake. No, perhaps Gabriel himself was fake. The Asura Gate really has good tricks."

Lin Chen didn't say a word.

His presence here had already proven that everything Raphael said was true.

"You're very powerful, but now, I don't have the time to waste with you."

Raphael grinned hideously and took out a bottle of potion, injecting it into his blood vessels.

In an instant, a powerful force emerged. Raphael's already demonic face became even more terrifying.

"Fire Ghost. Good, this is the power I want."

Red cracks appeared on Raphael's face, and his skin seemed unable to bear it and tore.

His originally thin body bulged with muscles, extremely terrifying.

Lin Chen also no longer held back his strength. Cyan appeared in his pupils, and his body emitted streaks of scorching white air.

After seeing this, King Qinguang looked shocked.

"This... This is the Seven Fiends Fist!"

Hearing this, the martial artists from the Underworld changed their expressions greatly.

The Seven Fiends Fist was a forbidden technique in the Underworld, but it wasn't much of a secret.

However, no one had mastered it in the past hundred years.

Moreover, even if someone mastered it, the burden on the body would be extremely terrifying.

According to the records in the Underworld, a King Songdi mastered it a hundred years ago and only used it once, then died.

Because he couldn't bear the backlash of the Seven Fiends Fist and died suddenly.

However, after Lin Chen used the Seven Fiends Fist, he didn't show any reaction.

The first time he used it, his body couldn't bear the power of the Seven Fiends Fist, causing his skin to turn red and his muscles to tear.

But after being tempered by the dragon-shaped jade pendant, his body could now easily bear it.

A long knife circled and whistled towards him.

Lin Chen dodged slightly.

At this time, Raphael was like a ghost and appeared behind Lin Chen. Flames lingered on his claws, and four sharp steel claws popped out, slashing towards Lin Chen's neck.

After injecting the potion, Raphael's speed and strength had both greatly improved.

The next scene could already be foreseen - Lin Chen's head would fall.

Lin Chen didn't turn back. He leaned to one side and accurately predicted Raphael's steel claws, pinching his wrist.

"How could this be!"

Raphael's eyes changed slightly. He seemed to have never expected that Lin Chen could catch his movement and even be superior in speed.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Lin Chen's slender hand held his wrist like a pair of iron tongs.

The Cloud-Splitting Staff circled in Lin Chen's hand. He said indifferently, "If you have no other tricks, I'll make my move."

As he spoke, a shadow of the staff struck, hitting Raphael's grasped arm.

"Ah!"

Raphael let out a scream, and his face turned pale.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen struck with the staff again!

Raphael's eyes became fierce. He swung the steel claws of his other hand and cut off the grasped wrist. Blood spurted out.

"Plop!"

Lin Chen threw away the severed hand and said leisurely, "You're nothing even after using the potion. Do you have any other tricks?"

The killers from Paradise all looked ugly.

They never thought that the number one expert in Paradise would be toyed with by a young kid.

"Lin Chen, I'll remember you! Let's go!"

Raphael's eyes were fierce. He glanced at the severed hand and said in a cold voice.

A wisp of white smoke rose, engulfing the surroundings.

Within a radius of one mile, there was nothing but billowing white smoke, so thick that one couldn't see one's own hand in front of one's face.

Just then, a gale blew in!

Like a tornado, it raged across this area, instantly blowing away the white smoke that had obscured the vision.

The Heaven's assassins who were about to retreat were all stunned.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Raphael's spine and his hair stood on end.

A tall and slender figure appeared behind him.

Did I let you go?