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In the palace hall, Wei Wuqing bowed to the person sitting on the throne.

"Sir, let me meet him first?"

"No, you are not an opponent."

Mu Hualong narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up from his chair.

A black dragon emerged from the palace and arrived at the sky in a few breaths.

The people in the Divine Court were trembling: "My Lord, are you going to take action yourself?"

"Wang family boy."

Mu Hualong stepped on the dragon's head, and the sound came slowly.

"It does take some courage to come here alone."

Wang Xiaoke glanced at him, raised the sword and snorted coldly.

"Are you the Lord of the Divine Court, the stinky rat who fled overseas back then?"

Everyone gasped. How dare this kid insult an adult like this?

Everyone in the Divine Court knew that Mu Hualong was once a Chinese.

It was just that he fell into the evil path and was jointly expelled from the country.

Wang Xiaoke's words have already revealed Mu Hualong's scar.

"Heh~ Your tone is very similar to that damn fox."

Mu Hualong was not angry, he just stared at the young figure.

"That old man didn't come? Or...he's on his way."

"He doesn't need to come." Wang Xiaoke grinned.

"I alone can destroy the Divine Court."

Mu Hualong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his words contained no murderous intent, as if he didn't take him seriously.

"Is it?"

"I want to see how you can destroy me by yourself."

"Today, this vast ocean is your burial place."

Many divine guards had sharp eyes. It seemed that the Lord was going to destroy the enemy himself.

They haven't seen adults take action for a long time.

Wang Xiaoke showed no sign of weakness: "You can't decide my life or death."

He stared at the sturdy middle-aged man on the dragon's head.

"Besides, it's not certain who will lose between you and me."

The voice just fell.

The divine guards on the coast and those with special abilities all trembled in their hearts.

"This brat is so arrogant, does he think he can defeat our Lord?"

"It is still impossible to decide whether he will live or die. This statement is extremely arrogant."

"This is so disrespectful, his body must be destroyed and his soul must be annihilated!"

There was a lot of discussion and everyone looked at Wang Xiaoke coldly.

In their hearts, adults are the supreme gods.

A mere junior dares to slander the Lord of the Divine Court. Is there anyone in the world more arrogant than him?

Wang Xiaoke basked in the scorching sun, standing proudly a thousand meters above the sea.

"It seems you don't want to hand over anyone."

"Then I will kill you and take my sister away."

Mu Hualong's smile gradually disappeared, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes.

"If I can destroy your soul, I can leave your body here."

He jumped up, and the dragon under his feet roared to the sky.

It twisted its hundred-foot-long dragon body and pounced towards Wang Xiaoke angrily.

"Thunder Finger!"

Thousands of purple thunders lingered around the fingertips, and a thunder dragon quickly appeared.

The hundred-foot-long thunder dragon looked at the black dragon as if it had encountered a mortal enemy.

"Dragon fight? I'm not afraid of you."

Wang Xiaoke flicked his fingers and the Thunder Dragon rushed straight towards the Black Dragon.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared to the sky, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.

Weaker psychics may even feel a stinging pain in their eardrums.

……

Two dragons, one blue and one black.

They fought each other in the sky, creating layers of waves.

The spectators around were all shocked, the aftermath of the light surpassed Ning Yuan.

I’m afraid that the weaker cultivators may not even be able to watch the battle between the two!

"I didn't expect... you still hide your strength."

Mu Hualong smiled deeply and looked at him meaningfully.

"He is actually in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Could it be that he has recently broken through?"

This sentence silenced all the players off the field. When they looked at Wang Xiaoke again, there was only endless shock in their eyes.

"What a joke! Isn't he a half-step Yuanying?"

Wei Wuqing and the six guardians were stunned as soon as they arrived.

"A 19-year-old Nascent Soul Realm expert, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

“Even if you start practicing from the womb, it is impossible to enter the Nascent Soul stage!”

"What opportunity did that kid have, and how did he do it?"

Wei Wuqing clenched his fists, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Blood Demon and others felt the same way, their hearts trembling.

You must know that the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to improve.

Even Feng Ling, the most gifted person in the Divine Court, had practiced for one hundred and sixty-seven years.

It's only the initial stage of Golden Elixir.

The fact that this kid achieved Nascent Soul at the age of nineteen completely overturned their cognition.

Wang Xiaoke smiled indifferently and did not explain to him.

"Last time you bullied my clone, and before that you teamed up with Tiansha to kill me."

"Let's take this opportunity to settle the accounts!"

Taking a step forward, Wang Xiaoke rushed straight towards Mu Hualong as graceful as a startled swan.

Mu Hualong on the opposite side took a slight step and also rushed towards him.

Two streams of light, one gray and one black, appeared thousands of meters above the sea level.

They collided hard.

In an instant, the void exploded and strong airflow swept in all directions.

The weaker people below were all shocked by the powerful energy and their blood was boiling.

"Old devil."

Wei Wuqing and the Blood Demon looked at each other and cast a spell together to block the aftermath.

With the protection of the two great guardians, everyone on the shore feels better.

Thousands of meters in the air, the roar was endless, and every impact caused the sea to stir.

Wang Xiaoke punched out, knocking Mu Hualong back dozens of meters.

"interesting."

"Your physical strength is not inferior to mine, no wonder you have the confidence to come here."

Mu Hualong suppressed his contempt, and a fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

His body had been washed by demonic energy for hundreds of years, and one punch from him was enough to shatter a towering mountain.

The power is comparable to that of a small nuclear bomb.

But the opponent's body was even more abnormal, as if everything was retreating and it was unstoppable.

In just three breaths, the two men exchanged dozens of moves again.

Every punch hits the flesh, it's a pure physical fight, the scene is very exciting.