The breath of the Half-Step Great Sage is completely released, like an extending vortex, and the pressure becomes stronger and stronger.
The faces of the monks watching around him changed greatly, and they all retreated backwards.
The boy next to the old man was still not affected in any way. He held the old man's arm and let go, and walked away consciously.
Obviously, it would be inconvenient for him to stay here for the rest of the battle.
A large part of this dissipated aura was locked on Zi Chen, which made Zi Chen feel a lot of pressure.
But this kind of pressure is not enough to make him unable to move his body. Although the half-step great sage is also called a great sage, he is indeed much weaker than the real great sage.
Zi Chen can resist this aura without using the power of the Holy King at all.
The dazzling golden light was released from his body, and then spread forcefully, so that there was no more pressure from the Qi machine within a few dozen meters of Zi Chen.
"It's interesting!" The old man smiled coldly, stretched out his palm, and patted Zi Chen in front of him.
On his palm seal, there is a surge of power of the Holy King. In this power of the Holy King, there is a faint coercion that only a great sage can have.
Although the half-step great sage is not as good as the real great sage, he can still mobilize a hint of the great sage's power.
Even though it's just a tiny bit, it's already stronger than many Holy Kings.
The energy coming out of the palm condensed into an energy palm print in front, heading towards Zi Chen. As the palm print moved forward, the palm print also continued to enlarge. By the time it reached Zi Chen, the palm print could already cover Zi Chen's body.
Body.
Facing this palm, Zi Chen's expression remained unchanged, he made a fist with his right hand and punched forward.
This punch emitted a dazzling golden light, which was powerful and overwhelming.
When the old man saw Zi Chen punching, he smiled sarcastically. This was a blow from the peak of the Saint King. How could a mere Saint block it?
Others around him stepped back again, nervously staring at the next collision in the field.
"boom!"
The fists collided, causing a vibration, and a wave of energy visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.
Those monks who had retreated a long distance were overtaken by the subsequent energy fluctuations and rolled up and flew out.
Some buildings in the distance also began to sway under this wave of fluctuation, and then one or two shops could not support themselves and collapsed, throwing up countless smoke and dust.
On the battlefield, energy raged, and the black robe on Zi Chen's body swayed.
The half-step Great Sage's attack had dissipated, and he stood motionless, blocking the powerful blow.
Looking at Zi Chen with flying black hair, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was very surprised that the other party blocked his attack intact.
After that, Zi Chen felt his eyes flashing with flowers, and the old man disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, the energy around him began to surge wildly, as if being squeezed by a strong force and became chaotic.
The old man appeared in front of him, and along with him, there was a luminous fist.
This was a powerful punch from the Half-Step Great Sage, and the power it carried was very terrifying. A harsh scream came from the air, and the space was constantly distorted, as if it might break at any time.
Facing such a blow, Zi Chen's expression changed slightly, golden light shone, and he also punched out.
"Peng!"
The two fists collided, and the energy vibrated, but this time no ripples spread, and all the energy was in a restrained state.
This kind of restraint gives him greater strength to bear.
Therefore, Zi Chen began to retreat after this punch. Every time he stepped back, the ground under his feet would tremble, and a powerful force would be transmitted through his body into the earth.
In this way, he took more than ten steps back before he stabilized his posture.
Looking ahead, the half-step great sage also took five steps back.
The surprise in the eyes of the great sage turned into surprise as he stabilized his figure. A coldness flashed across his old eyes immediately, and his body swayed and disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
This time the opponent's speed was even faster than before, and he was in front of Zi Chen again.
But this time the attack was no longer a fist, but a finger, like an unsheathed sword, pointing towards Zi Chen's eyebrows.
"Buzz!"
Energy surged around Zi Chen, and his black robe danced wildly. Faced with this blow, he did not choose to use his fists, but used his palms to block the area between his eyebrows.
The palms are in front and the backs of the palms are in front of the face.
At the same time, on that palm, there was also a power belonging to the Holy King emerging, and the pressure of the Holy King spread out.
Zi Chen's realm is revealed at this moment!
Even though the old man only attacks with one finger, it is the strongest among the three attacks. Zi Chen must pay attention to it.
"puff!"
The fingerprints moved forward like a sharp sword, easily cutting through Zi Chen's Holy King defense, and then touched Zi Chen's palm. I saw that the skin on his palm was broken bit by bit, and there was a finger hole.
Appears in the center of the palm.
Energy surged crazily and violent aura spread out. After breaking open his palm, the old man felt as if his blow had encountered the strongest material in the world, producing a strong counter-shock force.
"Peng!"
There was a shaking sound, and his figure fell back. Zi Chen stood motionless on the spot.
He retracted the palm that was blocking the front, and then clenched it into a fist. There was blood escaping from between the fingers.
He stood there, motionless, and easily blocked the old man's third strongest blow.
After this blow, the old man seemed to have paid a heavy price and looked older and older.
He leaned on the crutch with his left hand again, looked at Zi Chen with cloudy eyes, nodded and said: "Three moves have passed, you win."
The boy with red lips and white teeth trotted over from the crowd and helped the old man again.
The old man said nothing more, turned around slowly, hunched his back, and prepared to leave with the help of the boy.
Zi Chen looked at the old man's back and said, "Old man, what you lack is not a holy weapon, but an opportunity."
The old man stopped walking and looked back at Zi Chen.
Zi Chen continued: "Your situation will not be better even if you have holy soldiers. What you need is an opportunity to become a great saint. If you advance to become a great saint, I believe you will still have endless life."
"Is it an opportunity for the Great Sage?" The old man smiled, his smile seemed too bitter, "Is there such an opportunity in this starry road?"
"Of course there is no Star Road, but I know there is a place where it is." Zi Chen looked at the old man and said.
A bright light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, as if he saw hope, and asked: "Where is that place?"
Zi Chen smiled but said nothing.
The light in the old man's eyes disappeared, he looked at Zi Chen and said calmly: "What do I need to do?"
"Old man, come with me to the hall for a chat!" Zi Chen extended his hand to invite, and the palm of his hand that had been torn open had now completely recovered.
The old man, who knew that his blow contained a trace of the power of the Great Sage, shrank his pupils when he saw this scene. The opponent's recovery speed also surprised him.
"Let's go." The old man followed Zi Chen forward without thinking too much.
As a half-step great sage, if he insists on leaving, who in this world can stop him?
Therefore, he is not worried that Zi Chen is plotting to harm him!
But soon, the old man discovered how ridiculous his idea was. Perhaps the Half-Step Great Sage could indeed traverse the planetary path, but this range definitely did not include the Sinful Star.
When Zi Chen walked to the hall, he was surprised to find a middle-aged man sitting there, drinking tea leisurely.
After being stunned for a moment, he asked in surprise: "Senior, why are you here?"
The old man who came later also noticed the middle-aged man. His pupils shrank, and the energy in his body naturally circulated. He stopped at the door and stared at the middle-aged man warily.
The middle-aged man put down the tea cup and glanced at the old man without any change in expression. Then he looked at Zi Chen and said, "Yin Zhong told us some things, but there are many inside stories that he doesn't know, so I came here specially."
Then, he looked at Zi Chen with admiration and said, "You are very good at being able to have such strength in such a short period of time."
This refers to the three moves that the two sides just exchanged. Zi Chen blocked them very easily. It was obvious that he had already arrived at that time.
"What's the inside story?" Zi Chen asked, this was what he was curious about.
"It's about that place. Although the quota is unlimited, your quota cannot be given indiscriminately!" said the middle-aged man, who was naturally the Thunder Holy Beast in human form from Zhanwu Continent.
"Why?" Zi Chen looked very puzzled.
"Because of your identity!" The Thunder Holy Beast said: "We may be able to make promises at will, but you can't. This is related to a major event and is a rare opportunity. As for the real reason, you will naturally know it by then."
"Then if we are not given a quota, it will be difficult for us to survive this battle!" Zi Chen said with an embarrassed look on his face.
"It's not that I won't give it, it's that I give it as little as possible!" said the Holy Thunder Beast.
While the two were talking, they completely ignored the old man standing at the door. The latter and the boy stood there, motionless like two pillars.
If you really want to see something from the other person's face, it is that the other person's face is full of wrinkles, and at this moment, it is full of cold sweat.
The Thunder Holy Beast continued: "You need to figure out this scale, but give as little as possible, especially to those forces that are unfavorable to us."
Zi Chen nodded, hostile forces were not in his consideration at all.
But what puzzles him right now is, what does his identity have to do with the Thunder Temple?
Could it be that this involves a matter of chance?
But the great sage Yin Zhong clearly said that even the great sage would die completely in that place, and anyone who wanted to die could be put in there.
The Great Sage Thunder looked at Zi Chen and smiled, then picked up the tea cup and drank all the tea in the cup. When he put down the tea cup, his figure had disappeared into the hall out of thin air.
Obviously, he's gone.
Zi Chen stood there, frowning in thought.
A moment later, the old man's voice sounded, interrupting Zi Chen's thoughts, "That senior just now...?"
"Yes, he is the Great Sage!"
Zi Chen nodded, and then said: "Don't worry about him, let's talk about opportunities first."
If he can't figure it out, he just doesn't want to. As for this quota, he must give it to him because the old man is strong enough and needs this opportunity.