novelweb Chapter 1208: Invincible God, Explodes with One Punch, and Tramples Underfoot
Chapter 1208: Invincible God, Explodes with One Punch, and Tramples Underfoot
"Master, retreat quickly!"
The old wolf king rushed over quickly, opened his mouth and spewed out an overwhelming ice storm towards the huge foot of the Eighth Blood Ancestor.
This ice storm is enough to freeze a giant steel ship with a displacement of 10,000 tons.
"You want to stop me with just a mere magical power of ice and snow? You old wolf, you really have wild thoughts. You are far worse than your ancestor Fenrir." The Eighth Blood Ancestor's eyes were full of disdain, and he recognized that the old wolf king's true form was an ice and snow magic wolf.
He even knew that the old wolf king was a descendant of Fenrir.
boom!
The blood energy of the Eighth Blood Ancestor suddenly exploded, and the infinite blood energy turned into a blood-colored light curtain, blocking all the icy energy outside.
"cut!"
But then he saw a huge axe coming from the air, and the shiny axe blade was covered with a layer of frost, giving people an extremely cold feeling.
"It's useless. Jindan is a true god, and even more so a true god. You are a small god, at best a false god. How can you hurt me in the slightest? The power of Jindan is something you gods can never imagine." The Eighth Blood Ancestor spoke, his voice like a huge bell, deafening.
As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and a beam of light shot out, which actually knocked the Old Wolf King and his Storm Axe away.
In that scene, the old wolf king was like being hit by a heavy artillery shell and flew several thousand meters away.
"I go!"
At that moment, countless people exclaimed in amazement, shocked by the powerful combat capability of the Eighth Blood Ancestor after he unleashed his full firepower.
You know, the old wolf king is a person who has reached the great perfection of the divine realm!
However, the Eighth Blood Ancestor only needed to snap his fingers to send the man flying. One can imagine how powerful the Eighth Blood Ancestor was at this moment.
And this is the combat power of the Eighth Blood Ancestor when he is hungry. If he is well fed and well watered, how powerful will he be?
It’s simply unimaginable!
It is probably not a problem for one person to sweep the world or one person to dominate a star.
“The Eighth Blood Ancestor is mighty!”
"The Eighth Blood Ancestor's domineering power!"
"The Eighth Blood Ancestor is worthy of being the lucky star of my Clock Kingdom. My Clock Kingdom is with you!"
"Stomp him to death!"
"Crush him to death!"
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On the Internet, countless voices were shouting and keyboards were clacking.
At this moment, there are at least hundreds of millions of viewers watching this scene through live broadcast.
And the number of viewers is increasing exponentially.
The majority of them are Westerners, and Westerners are generally unfriendly to Chen Yang. As soon as the few friendly Eastern voices emerge, they are drowned out by the Western saliva.
"Yeah! Your Excellency, we won and survived. The Great Demon King of the East won't live long."
Inside the defense headquarters building of the Star-Spangled Empire, a general with four stars on his shoulders congratulated the Führer in advance, his flattering face not concealed at all.
The waiters brought champagne, ready to celebrate this great moment.
Each person received a cup, and when Chen Yang was trampled to death by the Eighth Blood Ancestor, he drank it all in one gulp.
Not only the few senior officials in the National Defense Headquarters building, but more than 300 million citizens of the entire American Empire were also in an excitement and were extremely happy.
Almost all the large outdoor screens in the empire were playing the scene of Chen Yang being trampled to death by the Eighth Blood Ancestor, so that pedestrians on the street would not miss this great moment.
On the other hand, over in the Eastern Great Country, although there were quite a few viewers watching the live broadcast, the atmosphere was oppressive and lifeless. Countless people were glaring with anger, clenching their fists, and wishing they could join Chen Yang in a bloody battle against the powerful enemy.
"Xiaoyang!"
"Xiaoyang!"
In the Colorful Orchard Fruit Shop on the pedestrian street downstairs of Jiuzhou Shanhe City in Chuzhou City, Sister Xianglian and Aunt Yueru were watching the live broadcast on their phones, so nervous that they almost stopped breathing.
"Xianglian, don't get excited. Chen Yang will be fine. He is a good man, and good people will always be able to turn danger into safety." Aunt Yueru comforted Li Xianglian.
Having said that, she herself was also extremely nervous.
"Dad, aunt, grandpa, I don't dare to look. Wuuuuu!"
Inside the Qiao family's mansion, the family watched the live broadcast on TV. Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and their faces were extremely serious.
Especially Qiao Qiumeng, Chen Yang's girlfriend, turned away at this moment, not daring to look directly at the screen. She was afraid to see the moment when Chen Yang was trampled to death.
"There's nothing to worry about. This kid is a cockroach. He has a tough life and can't die. The old Dragon King of our Dragon Group said that he is the son of luck and the darling of heaven. He can always turn misfortune into good fortune and always has great luck." Qiao Wanjun crossed her legs on the sofa and said while eating melon seeds.
"Aunt, stop talking nonsense. Now is a critical moment for Chen Yang's life and death. Aren't you worried about his safety?" Qiao Qiumeng looked at Qiao Wanjun and said angrily.
"Why should I worry about his safety? What does his life or death have to do with me?" Being stared at by her eldest niece, Qiao Wanjun suddenly felt a little flustered.
"How can it not matter? You two, a single man and a single woman, have spent two years in this small world. God knows what happened between you during these two years. Do you really not care about him?" Qiao Qiumeng said with a straight look in her eyes.
Her intuition told her that something was not right with her aunt and that she might be having an affair with Chen Yang.
Not to mention handsome men and beautiful women, even a pair of men or a pair of women who have been alone for two years may develop different feelings, such as a broken heart.
After hearing what Qiao Wanjun said, her brother Qiao Zhenhua and the old man both looked at Qiao Wanjun, their eyes full of suspicion and meaningfulness.
"Qiao Qiumeng, stop spreading rumors and talking nonsense. Although we are a single man and a single woman, we didn't do anything and we are innocent." Qiao Wanjun said guiltily.
"Um, I have to pee urgently, I need to go to the bathroom."
After making an excuse, she quickly left.
"Look, she's guilty as a thief, but she still says there's nothing going on between her and Chen Yang. I even suspect that they've given birth to the child in their small world." Qiao Qiumeng said with her eyes wide open.
Qiao Zhenhua and the old man's faces turned dark at that time. The situation was too difficult and they didn't know what to do.
"That bastard Chen Yang not only hooked up with my sister, but also hooked up with my aunt. I must kill him!" Qiao Chenguang said angrily.
"What are you going to use to kill someone? Your face? Even if ten thousand of you came up, they wouldn't be enough to make him look bad. Do you believe it?"
The beautiful sister-in-law Su Xiaorou was sitting next to him, holding a one-year-old child in her arms, and loudly scolded her husband.
The reason why she said this was because she saw an incredible scene on the live TV broadcast. Just when the Eighth Blood Ancestor stepped down, Chen Yang suddenly soared into the sky and punched out violently.
As he soared into the sky, his body burst out with sun-like light, layer upon layer, and finally turned into a blazing golden flame.
It was obvious that he was also firing on all cylinders!
The ten-zhang-tall giant spiritual body made him look like a god king descended from the sky.
Such an outstanding man, the best man in the world, even Su Xiaorou couldn't help but feel her heart beating wildly when she saw him.
She thought to herself, if only her man could be so brave, she would definitely be the happiest woman in the world.
It's a pity that her man is a loser and can hardly have children.
It was with the help of Chen Yang that I was able to give birth to the child.
Qiao Zhenhua and Old Man Qiao's eyes suddenly widened.
Rumble!
Click!
When Chen Yang threw a punch, he actually blew up the Eighth Blood Ancestor's huge foot, which was as big as a mountain. It was as fragile as paper.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yang's fist was even more powerful, blowing up the entire leg of the Eighth Blood Ancestor and smashing it into pieces, and then the waist, abdomen, chest, neck, head... all parts of the body were not preserved and exploded into a blood mist in the sky.
The blood mist was extremely thick and the smell of blood was pungent. From a distance, it looked like a suspended sea of blood.
Chen Yang did not stop, but rushed to a height of a thousand meters, standing above the surging blood light.
Thousands of feet of divine light burst out from his body, making him look so shining and dazzling, as if he was the only true God in heaven and earth.
At this moment, the whole world, billions of viewers were stunned, as if they had turned into clay sculptures or wooden carvings, unable to utter a word.
The barrage of comments that were flooding the screen suddenly had a gap at this moment.
In everyone's sight, there was only that godlike figure.
"How is this possible? Didn't the Eighth Blood Ancestor say that killing him was as easy as killing a chicken? How come he was beaten to pieces by the Great Devil of the East?" Inside the defense headquarters building of the Star-Spangled Empire, the head of the empire exclaimed in surprise, unable to believe that this scene was real.
The generals, each holding a glass of champagne, paused as they passed it to their lips, their faces grim. It was as if the contents of the goblet weren't champagne, but horse urine, making it difficult for them to swallow.
In fact, not only the Western world, but many people in our Eastern world were shocked.
The Eighth Blood Ancestor is a golden elixir. Normally, killing a nerve with a golden elixir is as easy as killing a chicken.
No one expected Chen Yang to be so strong, nor did they expect the Eighth Blood Ancestor to be so weak.
"Chen Yingying, don't close your eyes. Open them wide and see! Your big brother next door has won. He's beaten that Eighth Blood Ancestor."
At the Teikyo Film Academy, in the girls' dormitory, Teikyo's eldest sister Yan Xin shouted loudly to Chen Yingying, who had her eyes closed, her excitement evident in words.
"He's so handsome, even more handsome than he was two years ago. He's simply the most handsome man in the world. I really want to be his woman, give birth to a bunch of little monkeys for him, and never leave him for the rest of my life." Li Yuer, the second sister of the Magic City, said with a crazy look on her face.
"Okay, stop it, stop being so naughty. You already have a boyfriend, but you're still not content." The eldest sister from Dijing rolled her eyes at the second sister from Modu.
"What's wrong with having a boyfriend? He's not my husband. Can't I just look for another one while I'm still married? There's no best man in this world, only better ones. I, Li Yu'er, want to find a better, better... man."
At this time, Chen Yingying quickly opened her eyes wide, saw the live broadcast on the computer, and burst into tears of joy.
"See? This is what true love is for Chen Yingying. You are really just coveting her body." The eldest sister from Dijing mocked the second sister from Modu again.
……
At this time, the live broadcast showed that although the Eighth Blood Ancestor was blown up by Chen Yang's punch, he was not dead. He only blew up his Dharma image with this punch, and his true body was revealed immediately afterwards.
The Golden Elixir can be called an immortal cockroach. It is very difficult to kill it. Even if the physical body is blown up, there is a possibility of reconstructing it.
If you want to truly kill a Jindan, you need to destroy his Jindan or wipe out his soul.
"Junior, how come you are so strong? You are obviously just a god, how can you possess the power of a golden elixir? What's your physique?" The true body of the Eighth Blood Ancestor asked Chen Yang.
Compared with the Dharmakāya, the real body is much smaller and no longer feels oppressive to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang's punch just now was so powerful that even the Eighth Blood Ancestor's real body was damaged. There were bloodstains all over his body.
Even the Eighth Blood Ancestor had an illusion that the blood and energy in Chen Yang's body was so rich that even when he was in his prime, he might not be able to compare with it.
Chen Yang had previously said that if he wanted to attain the Golden Core stage, he could do so at any time. The Eighth Blood Ancestor hadn't believed him then, but now he had to believe it. This kid, aside from not reaching the Golden Core stage, possessed all the qualities a Golden Core should possess.
"You old Korean are still quite tough. You are still alive. It seems that my punch just now was not strong enough." Chen Yang said with a sneer.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang stepped down from the air. Golden light overflowed from his feet and countless streams of Xuanhuang true qi rushed out. In an instant, it turned into a big golden foot and stepped towards the crown of the Eighth Blood Ancestor.
Come and go without indecent!
Just now, the Eighth Blood Ancestor stepped on Chen Yang, and now Chen Yang wants to retaliate with the same method.
"Wait, wait a minute! The reason I lost to you is not because I am inferior to you, but because I have been sleeping for three thousand years and just woke up now. I haven't recovered yet. Especially, my body is lacking in blood and energy, and I haven't had time to replenish blood. The true essence of the golden elixir is also depleted. Do you dare to give me some time to replenish my blood, and then we can have another battle?" The Eighth Blood Ancestor said to Chen Yang.
Although he spoke better than he sang, he had already admitted defeat and lowered his noble head.
Chen Yang's punch just now shattered all his confidence. He would not get any benefit if he continued fighting.
Because his blood and energy will only become weaker and weaker, the power of the golden elixir has been almost completely consumed, while Chen Yang is at the peak of his career, becoming more and more courageous and invincible.
The Eighth Blood Ancestor's body is now extremely hungry and thirsty. He urgently wants to kill people and drink human blood. He wants to kill hundreds of thousands and millions of people and drink hundreds of thousands and millions of human blood.
"Yes, Great Demon King Chen, you bully the old with your youth. It's unfair, and even if you win, it's not a fair victory."
"If you have the guts, give the Eighth Blood Ancestor enough time to absorb blood and replenish his energy. Once his energy has returned to its peak, we can fight him again. By then, the Eighth Blood Ancestor will surely torture you like a dog."
"The Eastern nation is a nation of propriety. I believe that the Great Demon King Chen can understand this clearly. He should have some magnanimity. Otherwise, he would be petty. I despise him for ten thousand years!"
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Voices on the Internet were also talking at once, urging Chen Yang to respect the elderly and love the young, give the Eighth Blood Ancestor a chance to replenish his blood, and have a gentlemanly and fair battle.
Otherwise, he would be unforgivable.
Many netizens in our great Eastern country were so angry that they laughed. They have seen shameless people, but they have never seen anyone so shameless.
Ask yourself, if Chen Yang fell into a disadvantage, would the Eighth Blood Ancestor give him a chance to rest and fight again?
It's impossible!
Moreover, these trolls on the Internet don’t know what it means for the Blood Ancestor to replenish his blood.
It means massacre of the city, piles of corpses, and rivers of blood...