The man who had smiled evilly and enchantingly just now suddenly gained a different aura, as if he was suddenly taller, and his clothes and hair were becoming more and more vigorous.
"It is indeed rare to reach the peak of the Holy Order at such an age!" Shen Yuanwu looked at Wei Young in front of him, "You are not Beichen, who are you?!"
Shen Yuanwu had seen Beichen before in the Northern Wasteland, so he recognized that Weiyang was not Beichen.
"I'm here, Weiyang!" Weiyang said.
"Ye Weiyang?!" Shen Yuanwu looked at the young man in front of him seriously, with more surprise in his slightly cloudy eyes, "You... you are the master of the temple?"
Although he had never seen the appearance of the palace master, Shen Yuanwu knew the name Weiyang, and the aura of the young man in front of him was very similar to that of the mysterious palace master.
Shen Yuanwu's eyes fell on Wei Yang's face, "Submit to me, I won't kill you!"
Wei Young said proudly, "Have you ever heard of a god surrendering to others?!"
He is the master of the temple and is respected by the world as a god-like figure. How can he submit to others?!
"It's a pity that you are not a god yet!" Shen Yuanwu said.
"That's right!" Wei Yang smiled, "Neither are you!"
Will you become a god after breaking through the divine level?
No!
It's still far, far away.
If it's not a god, it's a human being. If it's a human being, it will fail and die. It doesn't matter if it's him or not, it's the same.
Shen Yuanwu's eyes turned cold, "Then you die!"
When he mentioned the word "death", he had already raised his right hand and punched his fist.
That punch seemed ordinary and the speed was not very fast. However, when he punched that punch, it seemed as if the time and space in the entire courtyard began to distort. It was clear that his person was still standing a few steps in front of Wei Yang.
The fist came straight at him, passed through the few steps, came to Weiyang, and hit his chest hard.
"good!"
Wei Yang gave a light praise.
As soon as he spoke, his figure had disappeared from the spot.
Holy level martial arts - teleportation.
In an instant, his people were already several steps away.
However, Shen Yuanwu's fist still appeared in front of his chest.
Shen Yuanwu is not a god, but he has indeed entered the divine level.
Even if he has just been promoted to the lower level of the god level, he is still thousands of miles away from the true god, but he is still at the god level.
A god-level powerhouse has his own domain, and in his domain, he can do whatever he wants. This is the true meaning of a god-level powerhouse.
At this time, this courtyard is Shen Yuanwu's domain, and Weiyang is within his domain.
Therefore, no matter how Wei Yang retreats, he cannot avoid his fist.
Therefore, Weiyang stopped hiding.
He raised his hand, punched, and directed his fist straight towards Shen Yuanwu's fist.
The Dragon Clan is a race with natural divine power. Weiyang, who has the blood of the Black Dragon Clan in his body, naturally also possesses the divine power of the Dragon Clan. Moreover, not only that, his fists are also covered with a dazzling golden light.
It is a powerful force only possessed by warriors at the pinnacle of the Holy Order.
This punch is enough to overwhelm mountains and seas.
Shen Yuanwu's fist was pale and rough, but it was covered with a layer of faint purple light. The color was far less dazzling than Wei Yang's force power, but it was more powerful and deeper.