God of Fishing Chapter 3044 - 3044 The First General of the Ancient Demon Race (4)

Chapter 3044 - 3044 The First General of the Ancient Demon Race (4)

3044 The First General of the Ancient Demon Race (4)
Crack!
His Heavenly Dao Jade Marrow Bone shattered one after another like a piece of meat falling into a shredder.
Everybody was shocked to see that.
Feng Xingliu didn’t understand it either. Instead, he shouted, “How dare you brag with your meager strength? You’re not even as good as Qin Ba.”!!
Most people didn’t know how Yue Heng felt, but they were all speechless. Just now, he was bragging as if he was very strong. Who knew that he would be minced before he could even touch Wang Han?
Someone was lost for words. “It’s such a disgrace for the Heaven Worshiping Palace. They’re all theoretical people who talk big but are actually useless.”
Someone sneered. “I don’t know where he got the confidence to go up to challenge Wang Han. After all, Qin Ba managed to suppress Wang Han for a moment. But this one Isn’t he just courting death?”
“With this strength, how did he cultivate to the Carefree Level?”
“With such strength, I feel that I can also fight him. There’s no difficulty at all.”
Han Fei didn’t kill this person either, but he wouldn’t let him off easily. He chuckled and said, “Don’t you like breaking laws? Why don’t you break your own law first?”
“Pfft!”
He shattered half of the soul of Yue Heng with a single slash.
Han Fei laughed wildly. “I said you were useless! Recover, or I’ll cut off your soul.”
Yue Heng was not Qin Ba. He immediately turned to a person in the crowd for help. “Li Chaosheng, help me, I’ll pay you an ultra-quality godly weapon and Heaven Worshiping Palace’s friendship.”
In the crowd, a man in black replied indifferently, “An Acquired Spiritual Treasure.”
“You fine!”
Han Fei didn’t stop him. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the black-clothed man. A black flute appeared in the man’s hand. As the flute sounded, the waves around Han Fei instantly turned into a quaint cage.
Someone was surprised. “Li Chaosheng took action. This is the Mirage Divine Technique, Dream Reality.”
“Huh? The rule-type illusion technique that can turn illusions into reality?”
“In history, there are no more than a hundred powerhouses who have comprehended this technique even in the Mirage Sect. Wang Han’s combat power is unparalleled, but how can his mental strength compare to the Mirage?”
“The West Wilderness is a barbaric place after all. Soul killing techniques have always been the weakness of the strong in the West Wilderness. Wang Han is bound to lose.”
“It depends on how well Li Chaosheng has mastered this technique.”
At this moment, even Feng Yu frowned slightly. Under normal circumstances, her junior brother was certainly not afraid of this technique. However, without revealing his identity, it was extremely difficult to break free from this rule-type divine technique.
Feng Qingcheng asked, “Sister, is this the legendary rule-type divine art that can materialize deities?”
Feng Yu nodded slightly. “Yes, but Li Chaosheng is only at the Carefree Level. It’s still a question how much he can materialize.”
“Interesting.”
Han Fei grinned and said, “It’s a good divine technique, but how much power can you materialize?”
Li Chaosheng’s soul voice resounded, “Why don’t you have a try?”
On Han Fei’s shoulder, the Nine-Foot-Long Ring Broadswords vibrated, and the nine ring broadswords clanked. As the mystic sounds collided, the surrounding void rumbled. Except for the sky-cleaving sword, no one could do anything.
When the huge sword fell a hundred kilometers away, Han Fei stomped on the sea and broke through the so-called cage. The Nine-Foot-Long Ring Broadsword glowed with red light and the knife rings kept ringing.
“Sky-Cleaving Star-Cutting Knife, the eighth move, Blood Broadsword Sky Breaking.”
At this moment, in the Phoenix Divine Race, Feng Yu’s Fifth Uncle looked at this scene in shock. “This, this brat Wang Han, has he really only learned the technique for seven days? But he has already practiced the Sky-Cleaving Star-Cutting Knife to such an extent?”
Feng Yu’s Second Uncle said indifferently, “This shows that his knife technique is already superb, and it also shows that his own knife technique might even surpass the Sky-Cleaving Star-Cutting Knife Technique. However, Old Five, you’ve got a successor in your technique.”
As soon as the broadsword shot out, the sky was dyed red. Swords and broadswords collided, and the huge sword falling from the sky shattered inch by inch.
Han Fei said disdainfully, “In the end, it’s not your own sword, let alone your Sword Dao. No matter how real an illusion is, it’s just an illusion.”
Li Chaosheng’s pupils were constricted. Without a word, he immediately played the black flute, but this time, Li Chaosheng’s fingers were stained with blood, and blood gushed into the black flute.
The gigantic phantom of a god appeared in front of him.
“Hiss! A projection of a god?”
“Well, Li Chaosheng is only at the peak of the Carefree Level. How can he summon a divine projection?”
“No, no, this is a statue, not a projection. It only contains a wisp of divine suppressing pressure, with at most one or two blows, and it’s far from the strength of a god. If it’s really a projection of a god, Li Chaosheng will definitely be ranked first on the God Roll.”
“Divine suppressing pressure is already terrifying enough! This is a god’s suppressing pressure!”
Han Fei frowned slightly. He sensed a trace of the dignity of Eldest Senior Brother he sensed during the gathering of the Void Temple. He wanted to see the true appearance of the divine statue, but his eyes were blurry and he couldn’t see it clearly.
“Haha ~”
Han Fei suddenly laughed. Everyone was puzzled. How could this guy still laugh in front of the statue?
Han Fei smiled, so did Feng Yu. She breathed a sigh of relief and said casually, “Still trash.”
This time, Han Fei didn’t draw his broadsword but stepped on the air and faced the statue.
The statue raised its hand and slapped at Han Fei, causing exclamations.
But Han Fei laughed out loud. “Hahaha, I’m a man who wants to become a bandit god. How can you suppress me if you’re not a true god?”
The statue slapped down, but it brushed past Han Fei’s body.
“How is that possible?”
Someone was shocked. “This is a rule-type divine technique that can turn dreams into reality. Why wasn’t the rule triggered?”
“What method did Wang Han use?”
Han Fei sneered. “What shitty kind of ‘rule-type divine art’? The so-called rule is nothing but true if you believe it to be true, false if you believe it to be false. Has no one noticed the loopholes in this divine art?”
Seeing that the statue couldn’t hit Han Fei, Li Chaosheng’s face changed drastically. He tried to kill Han Fei with the power of his soul, but in the next second, the Nine-Foot-Long Ring Broadsword smashed his head.
Bang!
“Why did you just admit that you’re trash?”
With that, Han Fei grabbed Li Chaosheng’s body and made them slide past his crotch. Yue Heng, who had just recovered and was about to slip away, was also grabbed by Han Fei and stuffed under his legs.
“Why are you running? If you’re a man, take it.”
Yue Heng was filled with grief and indignation. He cursed in his heart. Was there such a pervert in the West Wilderness? Why hadn’t he heard of him before?
Suddenly, Han Fei’s face changed slightly, and a giant ape jumped over from hundreds of millions of kilometers away.
“Wow! A Vajra Divine Ape? Yang Zhan, Yang Zhan is here?”
“Haha, Wang Han. The first general at the Carefree Level of the Ancient Demon Race is here. Let’s see how arrogant you can still be.”
On the shoulder of the Vajra Divine Ape, a man in white glanced at Li Chaosheng and the others, then looked at Han Fei, and said coldly, “Shall we fight?”
Han Fei was about to speak, when Feng Yu continued, “Yang Zhan, I heard that you have challenged the top talents in the South Sea all the way and remain undefeated. Do you think that there is no one capable in our South Sea Divine Realm?”
Yang Zhan said indifferently, “Weakness is weakness.”
Feng Yu changed the silence from before. In the next moment, her fighting intent soared. “Wang Han won’t fight you in this battle. I’ll represent the Heavenly Talents of the South Sea to fight you.”
Yang Zhan had been amazed by Han Fei’s strength, but since Feng Yu represented the Heavenly Talents of the South Sea Divine Realm, he had to accept her challenge.
“Okay.”