His pale cheeks trembled, and he said tremblingly, "If you don't believe it, look, I just helped Xia Guo by dropping an anti-matter bomb."

As he spoke, he pointed to the giant horseshoe crab that sank into the sea, indicating that it was his own credit.

"Haha, Lan Luo, do you think I'm stupid?"

Su Daqiang smiled sternly and shouted, "Just remember, anyone who offends our Xia Kingdom will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and slapped it, and two dragon-shaped palm shadows suddenly shot out.

Prince Lanluo's pupils shrank, and he, who was already known for his speed, stretched out his hands, and a bat-like shadow appeared on his body, and he suddenly went away.

In place, only an afterimage was left.

However, even though he tried his best, he was still like a clown in front of the Dragon King of Kyoto.

The dragon-shaped palm shadow suddenly spread out, covering a distance of thousands of meters like blocking out the sky and the sun, and then it flicked downwards.

The fleeing Prince Lanluo was in the middle of his palm.

He struggled to resist, putting his hands in the center of his palms, but he couldn't move it at all!

The huge palm pressed down on Prince Lanluo, and he suddenly fell into the sea water. He kept pushing forward, suddenly pushed away the sea water, pressed down quickly, and reached the bottom of the sea in an instant.

boom--

The man and his palm were trapped in the rocks on the seabed.

The shadow of the palm did not dissipate, still firmly covering the ground, suppressing an area of ​​​​the sea.

Prince Lan Luo, who was in the palm of his hand, had taken in less air and was dying.

However, his strong vitality kept him alive and prevented him from dying.

However, he struggled hard, but was suppressed by the palm shadow, unable to move at all.

In the past, the Tathagata suppressed Sun Hou'er at Wuzhi Mountain with one palm, and now Wuhou of Kyoto suppressed Prince Lanluo at the bottom of the East China Sea with one palm.

It's all a beautiful story.

However, Su Daqiang's eyes no longer looked at Lan Luo, but instead looked at the old man walking heavily in the distance.

St. John stopped and stood in mid-air.

He understood that he could no longer run away.

"Dragon King, I didn't expect that you would finally take this step and be the first to reach a new level."

St. John said calmly.

Su Daqiang drove the dragon shadow and slowly approached the opponent. Zhao Wuji on the side was already stunned.

That was the third most powerful person in the world just now, Prince Lanluo, the A-level Grandmaster?

But why is it so weak?

Was he suppressed by the Dragon King of Kyoto with just one palm?

No, maybe it's not that the opponent is too weak, but... the Dragon King, he is too strong!

Zhao Wuji looked at the old man wearing tattered linen opposite him. Is this the number one saint of the Chou Kingdom?

"St. John, there are dozens of strong men in this world, most of them are just in vain."

Su Daqiang put his hands behind his hands and said, "To be honest, you are the only one who can catch my eye."

As soon as these words came out, the two people present were startled at the same time.

St. John's old face revealed a hint of thought, and he said seriously, "I'm old."

"Yes, I thought that after ten years, you would have a breakthrough. But, you didn't."

Su Daqiang shook his head slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

"Haha, Dragon King, you win."

St. John smiled calmly and said, "If I had been more pure, I could have made a breakthrough in these ten years."

He nodded, but without any regret.

Having mastered the art of prophecy, he deeply understands more truths. Cause and effect in this world are inextricably intertwined.

"If you die, who will be in charge of Yeki Temple? Will there be a war or chaos?"

Su Daqiang suddenly asked.

His words were very soft, and the life and death contained in them seemed insignificant, but this was the life and death of the second most powerful man in the world and the most holy man in the Chou Kingdom.

St. John pondered and nodded slowly, "There will be chaos and war, because the one who calls the shots will be the second saint, the main war councilor, Ma Tepu."

This is the second strongest man in the Ugly Kingdom, an A-level grandmaster, but he likes to participate in political affairs. His most advocating ideas are survival of the fittest and advocating a world war.

Su Daqiang nodded, understanding what he meant.

"St. John, this ugly creature, just take a punch from me and go away."

He slowly stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched the old man opposite him from a distance.

"Thank you Dragon King for making it possible."

St. John said with a solemn expression.

He didn't dodge or evade, and faced the punch head-on. "Boom", the punch's intention blasted into his body and spread wildly.

Blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Dragon King, St. John takes his leave."

The old man wearing old linen slowly turned around and stepped towards the sky in the distance.

The heavy burden on his body disappeared in an instant, and he flew across thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the clouds in the sky.

"Dragon King, you...why don't you kill him?"

Zhao Wuji asked in confusion.

With such a good opportunity to kill the most powerful man in the Chou Kingdom, why didn't the Dragon King take action?
Chapter completed!