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"Boy, you are pretty good, I'll meet you!"
Just when many foreigners were speculating, a voice sounded.
Then, everyone saw a burly figure stepping out.
This figure was more than two meters tall and covered with purple scales. He had just followed Mo Tianluo.
"Budo, it's Budo!"
"Buduo is about to take action. Although Budo's talent is not as high as that of the Eighth Prince, he has been practicing for thousands of years, but he has broken through to the Great Emperor realm some time ago and should be enough to suppress that kid!"
Seeing this figure, many people were excited.
"Buduo, don't show mercy, give me all your strength, kill, kill, kill him, I will be responsible for anything that happens!"
Mo Tianluo roared, extremely ferocious.
He wished he could tear Lu Ming into pieces.
Budo was tall and tall, with three eyes flashing coldly. He stepped out and the ground shook.
A pitch-black iron rod appeared in his hand. The iron rod shook slightly, and pitch-black holes appeared in the space, which was extremely seeping.
On the side, many people retreated.
It is no small matter for the emperor to take action. Some people with weak cultivation do not want to be involved.
Lu Ming looked at Bu Duo with a calm expression. He really didn't take it to heart about the one-star emperor.
"Take action!"
Lu Ming spoke calmly.
"Boy, die!"
There was a hint of ferocity in Budo's eyes. He unleashed all his strength, jumped up, and then, condescendingly, like a mountain bearing down on the top, he struck Lu Ming with a stick.
This stick is so powerful that if it were a true emperor, it would be absolutely impossible to block it and he would be smashed into a pulp.
On the side, Jiayi's eyes flashed, but he did not take action. Lu Ming was a person with the bloodline of the murderous ancestor, so he should not die so easily.
Rumble!
The iron rod struck down, making a dull roar, and in an instant, it was close to Lu Ming's head.
Just when everyone thought Lu Ming was about to be hit in the head with a stick, Lu Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed it.
bump!
There was a dull roar, and the dark iron rod was caught in Lu Ming's hand. Then, the iron rod was fixed in the air, motionless.
The same goes for Budo. He held the iron rod in both hands and was also fixed in the air.
The seemingly powerful stick was stopped by Lu Ming with one hand.
"This is your strength, nothing more than that!"
Lu Ming spoke calmly, then used his palms to shake suddenly.
Buzz!
The iron rod vibrated violently, and a terrifying force followed the iron rod and blasted towards Budo.
Bu Duo screamed, and his body flew out like a cannonball. He followed Mo Tianluo's footsteps and hit the ground heavily, spurting blood from his mouth.
"this..."
The scene fell into dead silence again.
One move after another, Bu Duo, who had reached the level of the Great Emperor, was also defeated. In Lu Ming's hands, he had no power to fight back.
How could Lu Ming be so strong?
Is this the strength of the human race? The human race is actually so strong?
Many people were of different races, and their eyes flashed with shock.
In their concept, the human race and the divine beasts in the heavens are simply vulnerable to a single blow. They, the evil gods, are the supreme beings.
But now a human youth has defeated several of their masters in succession.
"This person looks young. He may have been practicing for endless years, so he is so strong!"
"Yes, that must be the case!"
Then, many foreigners spoke up, thinking that Lu Ming was a very old monster.
It is normal for an old monster who has practiced for endless years to have such strength.
"You really can deceive yourself!"
Lu Ming sneered, full of disdain.
"What did you say?"
"Haven't you been practicing for many years? Then tell me, how many years have you been practicing until now?"
someone asked loudly.
"Okay, then let me tell you, I, Lu Ming, have been practicing for less than two hundred years!"
Lu Ming's voice spread throughout the audience.
"What? It's less than two hundred years, how is it possible?"
"In less than two hundred years, it is impossible to defeat Budo, who is in the realm of the Great Emperor. How could the human race have such a powerful genius? He must be lying and deliberately attacking us!"
Many foreigners yelled and didn't want to believe it.
In less than two hundred years, there are only a few in the entire Evil God Clan who can defeat Budo, who has reached the one-star emperor realm.
"So you are deceiving yourself and others. I believe you have a way to determine your age. If you don't believe it, find someone to determine it!"
Lu Ming said.
The foreigner was silent. Seeing that Lu Ming was so confident, he must not be lying. He must have been practicing for less than two hundred years.
The human race actually has such a genius.
"Is there anyone out there to fight? Today, I want to try what methods your clan has!"
Lu Ming's voice sounded far away.
There was silence at the scene. Everyone looked at each other. For a moment, no one took action at all.
Lu Ming has been practicing for less than two hundred years. At this age, there are not many people in the entire Evil God Realm who can fight with Lu Ming, and there is no one at the scene.
But those who have been cultivating for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even longer years come out to fight Lu Ming, which seems a bit embarrassing.
"Haha, aren't there a lot of masters in the Evil God Clan? There is no one to fight against. Well, I will give you a chance. Anyone who has practiced for less than ten thousand years can come and fight me. I will take it all!"
Lu Ming said loudly.
"Lu Ming, you said this yourself, don't regret it!"
Mo Tianluo shouted.
"certainly!"
Lu Ming responded.
"Okay, our clan has a longevity list, which records a hundred top masters who have practiced for less than ten thousand years. Any one of them is enough to crush you. Just wait for me, and I will find someone right now!"
Mo Tianluo said ferociously.
He must make Lu Ming look good today.
"On the Longevity List, there are a hundred masters who have practiced for less than ten thousand years. If they are interesting, go and find them. Find a few more. I'll be waiting here!"
Lu Ming said, his face relaxed. Not only was he not nervous, but he was looking forward to it.
For those in the Martial Emperor realm, they have practiced for less than ten thousand years. It can also be said to be in a golden period, a period of explosive growth in cultivation.
It also represents the future.
The concept is similar to that of the younger generation of geniuses.
Lu Ming also wanted to see what the strength was of the strongest group of masters from the Evil God Clan who had practiced for less than 10,000 years.
Lu Ming crossed his arms and waited quietly.
There are more and more foreign races gathering around.
How many years had it not happened for a human race to challenge them in their royal city?
They also want to see what kind of strength this human race, which has practiced cultivation for less than two hundred years, has?
High in the sky, there were several figures standing there, but no one noticed them.
These people were none other than the king of the alien race, General Morojia, and several other powerful men.
"As expected of the person chosen by the Killing Heart Saint Ancestor, he is indeed extraordinary!"
The royal way of aliens.
Before, they had no idea that Lu Ming was so powerful.