Chapter 2039 Iron Clothes Semi-Saint, the Power of One Punch
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
The monks below the half-saint level were about to make a move, but when they thought of the power Zhu Tianpeng showed in the square that day, the restlessness in their hearts calmed down.
Even among the weak Half-Saints, they are not something that a group of pseudo-Saints can deal with.
Subconsciously, those pseudo-saints looked at the powerful semi-saints in the crowd, their eyes filled with anticipation.
They no longer wanted to snatch the tea leaves from Zhu Tianpeng's hands, but they couldn't stand Zhu Tianpeng's arrogant appearance, and the Half Saint's battle had a lot to learn from them, so they were looking forward to the Half Saint taking action against Zhu Tianpeng.
Canopy.
Under the gaze of everyone, a semi-saint floated into the arena, looked at Zhu Tianpeng and said: "Emperor, you are too arrogant, I will teach you a lesson today!"
As soon as these words came out, cheers and cheers could be heard from the crowd: "Come on, Iron-clad Half Saint, knock down this emperor's arrogance!"
"Yes, Iron-clad Half-Saint, this emperor is too arrogant and cannot be allowed to continue to develop like this."
"The Half-Saint in Iron Clothes. It is said that his iron fists once destroyed all the innate magic weapons. Once he takes action, the emperor's days of arrogance are over."
"..."
Listening to the words of the false saints in the arena, the face of the half-saint in iron clothes suddenly showed a look of pride.
Obviously, he is still very satisfied with his reputation.
After a while, Tie Yi came back to his senses and glanced at Zhu Tianpeng with contempt. He clenched his hands into fists and said with a contemptuous expression: "Emperor, today I will let you experience the power of my iron fist."
After saying that, Tie Yi's figure shook, and his figure instantly arrived in front of Zhu Tianpeng. A layer of black gas wrapped around his right fist and hit Zhu Tianpeng's face directly.
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself: "What a weird method, what kind of power is that? It's not demonic energy or mana, but an extremely special existence."
Although he was surprised by Tie Yi's strange methods, Zhu Tianpeng was not afraid at all.
His physical strength is comparable to that of the late Little Saint. The latter is simply seeking death if he competes with him for strength.
With a thought in his mind, Zhu Tianpeng clenched his right hand into a fist, aimed at Tie Yi's fist and punched it out.
Bang——
The next second, two huge fists collided in mid-air.
There was a 'click', and the sound of broken bones resounded. Under the incredulous gazes of the monks in the audience, the black gas on the right hand of the iron coat collapsed, the flesh and blood exploded, and the entire right hand turned into a mist of blood.
"ah……"
Screams resounded from his mouth, and Tie Yi's figure was shot away like a cannonball. He stopped when his figure was a hundred feet away from him.
Standing in mid-air, Tie Yi clenched his right elbow with his left hand, looking at the disappeared palm and bones of his right hand, as well as the blood that was constantly emerging, with a look of horror and horror rising in his eyes.
He raised his head and looked at Zhu Tianpeng, who was slowly putting away his right hand not far away. His mentality was completely broken, and he lost his voice and said: "This is impossible!"
In response, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Tieyi with disdain and said: "The power of an ant cannot be overestimated!"
Wow——
At this point, the demonic monks in the field came to their senses, and all of them opened their mouths wide and exclaimed: "Oh my God, the most powerful iron fist of the iron-clothed half-saint was actually shattered by the emperor's punch. How is this possible!"
"It's unbelievable, it's simply unbelievable. The emperor's fists are so terrifying. He was a half-saint in iron clothes, and he was defeated by one punch."
"Who said this guy is weak? With such strength, he is still top-notch even among the semi-saints. Where did this rumor come from? Fortunately, fortunately, I did not step forward to challenge without overestimating my capabilities, otherwise..."
Compared to the exclamations and uproar of the group of pseudo-saints, the faces of those powerful semi-saints also showed solemn expressions at this moment.
Although Tie Yi is not the top being in the demon world, he is definitely not weak, especially with his pair of iron fists that can even destroy innate magic weapons, but what about now?
The powerful iron fist was actually destroyed by Zhu Tianpeng's punch, and his right hand was completely lost. Even if Tie Yi could restore his combat power, his combat power would be greatly reduced.
Among the crowd, Wuming's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
He was the only one who knew that Zhu Tianpeng was a strong swordsman.
But now, even if Zhu Tianpeng didn't use a sword, he didn't even use kendo techniques. He had achieved this step just with his own strength. One can imagine how powerful he was.
The sword behind him trembled, as if he sensed Wuming's fighting intent, and the sword intent filled the air with unparalleled power.
Not many people noticed this scene. Everyone was focused on the terrifying combat power displayed by Zhu Tianpeng. The scene of destroying the Iron Clothes Iron Fist with one move was really shocking.
On a mountain peak outside the plain, Saint Zi Junyu's face became solemn, and the ten semi-saints behind him even showed surprise. Apparently, they did not expect Zhu Tianpeng's combat power to be so terrifying.
After a long time, a semi-saint came back to his senses, glanced at Saint Junyu, bowed and said: "Holy Son, this emperor actually has such terrifying power, should we..."
Before the man could finish speaking, Holy Son Junyu waved his hand to stop him and said: "No need, the stronger he is, the more beneficial it will be to my Holy Son's plan."
"But after this Holy Son successfully obtains the object, you will kill him together. This kind of uncontrollable power must not be allowed to continue to develop."
As soon as these words came out, the ten Half-Saints were startled. After looking at each other, bloodthirsty smiles appeared on their lips. They immediately looked at Zhu Tianpeng with cold eyes.
Zhu Tianpeng didn't know about all this.
At this moment, his eyes swept over Tie Yi and said, "Trash, you deserve to get the Demon Lord tea from me."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Tianpeng ignored Tie Yi's ugly expression and glanced condescendingly at the audience: "Who else~"
Hearing this, the whole place fell silent.
The false saints lowered their heads one after another. Although the powerful half-saints were angry, no one rashly stepped forward to provoke them.
They knew very well that the power Zhu Tianpeng displayed at this moment was definitely not invincible by humans, and even if they could resist themselves, they would pay a high price. Their goal was not Zhu Tianpeng, but the Demon Lord Tea Leaf.
Looking at the reaction in the field, Zhu Tianpeng had a smile on his lips and said in his heart: "You don't take action, but I won't let you go."
"I need four Demon Stones, but now I only got one. Three more must fall on these guys."
"According to what the third prince said before, if you want to get the Demon Stone, you have to gather the corpses of more than a dozen semi-saints together. Only in this way can the Demon Stone be born."
As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Tianpeng's figure swayed and disappeared directly from the venue. A cold and piercing murderous intention swept across the entire venue at this moment.