Chapter 1878: Chapter 1875: Slap Specialist
However, in the face of the powerful arrival of the Holy Land’s elites, Lin Xuan remained unfazed.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression extremely calm.
As if the opponent had no intention of attacking him.
"Brat, die for me!"
The next moment, the purple-haired youth appeared in front of Lin Xuan, his fist swiftly striking out, aiming fiercely at Lin Xuan’s head.
Accompanied by terrible light and the violent power of thunder and lightning.
Hmph!
Facing this punch, Lin Xuan snorted coldly. He did not dodge, but instead countered swiftly.
His palm moved like lightning, slapping forward.
Pa!
Although Lin Xuan responded later, he managed to strike first, hitting the opponent prematurely.
Immediately, that purple-haired youth’s teeth flew in all directions, blood gushing. He spun thirty-six times in midair before being sent flying away.
Boom!
Subsequently, the youth crashed into a distant mountain peak, buried under countless rocks.
Seeing this scene, everyone grimaced.
Another one sent flying with a slap, could this kid be a face-slapping specialist?
Watching this unfold, everyone unconsciously touched their own faces.
"Courting death!"
In the sky, those strongmen from the Wanchu Sacred Land also had somber expressions.
They never expected the opponent to be so formidable, sending their comrade flying with one slap.
Kill!
At this time, two disciples roared, making another move.
Chaos light shone beneath their feet, and they took a step, moving a thousand meters in an instant.
Almost in a flash, they arrived beside Lin Xuan, attacking simultaneously from the front and back.
Boom!
The man in front was arrogant, his whole body radiating light, resembling a Demon King.
A punch blasted out, dazzling, warping space, as if a mountain was crashing towards Lin Xuan.
The man behind was extremely sinister, like a poison snake.
In his hand was a wild blade, slashing fiercely at Lin Xuan.
This slash was like a raging storm, capable of annihilating everything.
Yet faced with such terrifying attacks, Lin Xuan remained calm and composed.
He didn’t care about what was happening behind him, focusing only on the disciple in front.
The next moment, he raised his palm, striking forward.
"What? Still attacking?"
"Is he going to slap another face?"
Everyone was shocked by this scene.
Didn’t he know someone was behind him?
This time, no one believed Lin Xuan could win.
Because even if he could send the person in front flying, he couldn’t possibly withstand the wild blade coming from behind.
But soon, they were left speechless, no one uttered a word.
Because they saw a sharp figure emerge from Lin Xuan’s body.
That figure was surrounded by sword light, dazzling to the extreme, like a Demon God, its face obscured.
But like Lin Xuan, it also raised its palm, striking backward.
Pa! Pa!
Two crisp sounds, like jade beads falling on a plate, and the two figures were sent flying.
"Is this possible?"
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe.
Those were two six-star kings! Incredibly formidable, yet they were sent flying as if they were mere flies.
"Damn it, how could it be like this!"
In the sky, those from the Wanchu Sacred Land also had somber expressions.
They realized they had underestimated their opponent.
The previous attack had been unexpected and timed perfectly, even these experts couldn’t find fault with it.
Even if it couldn’t kill the opponent instantly, severely injuring them should have been easy.
But now, not only did their two comrades fail to harm the opponent, they were instead easily sent flying.
This was truly unbelievable to them.
Who is this person? Why is his strength so formidable?
Everyone looked at Lin Xuan unfavorably.
At this moment, the dark red divine dragon in the sky began to laugh recklessly.
He had long put away the pink undergarment in his hand, with an expression like he was watching a show.
"I say, you people from the Wanchu Sacred Land are really weak, like a bunch of flies, are you seeking to be slapped?"
"Is there any master among you who can hold the ground, or else you’ll all be sent flying!"
Although the dark red divine dragon looked like a young boy, he was extremely arrogant, his tender face carrying a trace of insolence.
The people from the Wanchu Sacred Land were truly enraged, they didn’t expect this young boy in front of them to be so arrogant, daring to provoke with such words.
"Reckless fool! Chop off his legs first, let him see the consequences of offending us!"
The next moment, a young man walked out from the martial artists of the Wanchu Sacred Land.
He drew a longsword, its light dazzling, slashing forward.
"Dare to lay hands on this emperor, it seems it’s you who’s reckless."
"I strike!"
The dark red divine dragon didn’t use his hands, instead kicking directly.
Boom!
This kick carried great force, directly hitting the dazzling longsword.
Immediately, a thunderous sound echoed.
Sword light exploded in the sky, the terrible sound spread for miles, resonating throughout the entire mountain range.
Finally, the divine light flashing longsword cracked, shattering into fragments.
And the disciple who struck was also kicked flying like a ball, soaring over a dozen mountain peaks.
"What? Such a powerful young boy!"
Everyone was in an uproar, they couldn’t imagine such strength from a boy of fifteen or sixteen.
What kind of people are these?
Having kicked the opponent away, the dark red divine dragon clapped his hands, sneering. "This emperor has a bad temper, this emperor doesn’t slap faces, this emperor kicks faces!"
"Come on, come on, who wants to try it?"
He tilted his chin up, looking down on those martial artists of the Wanchu Sacred Land.
Astonishment, absolute astonishment.
Everyone was dumbfounded; they couldn’t believe this scene.
To know, the Wanchu Sacred Land had sent over a dozen experts this time, aggressively aiming to slay the opponent.
But now, just a young man and a teenage boy had turned the Wanchu Sacred Land’s experts into a chaotic mess, with no ability to fight back.
This was truly surprising.
"Senior brother!"
For a moment, those from the Wanchu Sacred Land all looked towards the figure at the very front.
It was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, his presence powerful.
This was an extremely formidable six-star king, with terrifying strength.
Originally, he hadn’t intended to intervene, but he hadn’t expected the opponent to be so brazen, even against his Wanchu Sacred Land disciples.
Therefore, he had no choice but to take action.
Boom!
The middle-aged man in purple snorted coldly, raising his palm, striking downward.
Peng!
The void trembled, then formed a massive vortex.
In that vortex, a gigantic red hand rapidly emerged, enveloping the entire mountain range below.
This palm was terrifying, covering the sky and earth, threatening to destroy the mortal world.
The martial artists observing below felt their scalps tingle and swiftly left the mountain peak, flying in all directions.
Lin Xuan, however, raised his head, observing quietly.
In the sky, a giant hand covered space like a red cloud, about to envelope Lin Xuan.
Hmph!
Only when the palm was within a few hundred meters did Lin Xuan finally make a move.
