Chapter 13336 Crush

Chapter 13336 Crush
Ling Xiao smiled, his eyes revealing a calm and confident look. "There are many geniuses in this world!" He said lightly, as if stating an obvious fact. There was no arrogance or conceit in his tone, but instead gave people a deep and steady feeling.

"No one is as good as you, Brother Ling!" Xiao Lianzhu said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with admiration and respect. In her opinion, Ling Xiao was the one who could overcome all difficulties and create miracles.

Ling Xiao did not refute, and he still had a faint smile on his face. Even though he could not see through Bai Yan, he was not afraid. He knew his own strength and potential, and he would never underestimate himself. In this battle, he would go all out and prove everything with his own strength.

With the Tyrant Spirit, he was undoubtedly the world's top genius. Among his peers, he had already reached the pinnacle that no one could reach. That confidence and pride seemed to be innate, flowing in his blood.

He knew that his strength and talent were enough to make any opponent far behind. Even Bai Yan, who was also known as a genius, he believed that the other party could not see through his true strength.

Over there, Hun Wuxu was standing quietly. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, staring closely at Zhang Ruochen who was not far in front of him.

He shook his head slightly, with a disdainful smile on his face: "Your skills are not bad, and this move 'Phantom Phantom Gun' is indeed very powerful, but unfortunately, I have already said that you and I are not in the same league, you can't beat me!"

His voice was calm and firm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact. As the words fell, he suddenly disappeared, and his speed was so fast that it was simply jaw-dropping. Except for a few people with extraordinary strength such as Ling Xiao, almost no one in the field could catch the moment he disappeared.

The disappearance of Hun Wuxu made Zhang Ruochen's face suddenly become solemn. He could feel a dangerous aura approaching rapidly.

He did not dare to be careless, and held the spear tightly in his right hand, thrusting it forward. The spear shot out like a dragon, flashing with cold light, and carrying an extremely fierce momentum, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

Although Zhang Ruochen could not see Hun Wuxu's ghostly movements, his years of battlefield experience had given him sharp reflexes. At that moment, he responded quickly based on his instinct and experience, swinging his spear to try to block the unknown attack.

However, at this moment, Hun Wuxu's fist struck Zhang Ruochen's spear tip like thunder. The fist contained a terrifying force that seemed to be able to tear apart space and destroy all obstacles in front of it.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and the whole place seemed to tremble. In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ruochen retreated violently like a ship lifted by huge waves.

His figure drew a long arc in the air, and finally crashed heavily into the solid city wall. Dust and gravel flew all over the wall, and Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared without a trace under the huge impact.

At this moment, the field suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the cracked city wall and the dust in the air. They were all waiting, waiting for Zhang Ruochen to appear again, or... for an even more shocking result.

In the air, Hun Huan watched this scene with a smug smile on his face. He turned to look at Long Yingtian, and said provocatively, "See, Long Yingtian, this evildoer of our Hun Clan is pretty good, right? His strength and talent are both top-notch among the top."

Upon hearing this, Long Yingtian still stared at Hun Wuxu in the distance with a serious look.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of disdain in his voice: "That's right! But that's all. Although you Soul Clan think highly of yourselves, you have never seen a true evildoer after all. In this world, there are beings that are more powerful and evil than Hun Wuxu."

Hun Huan's expression suddenly turned gloomy. He stared at Long Yingtian coldly, with a hint of displeasure and provocation in his voice:

“Long Yingtian, I thought you would seek truth from facts and face up to the strength of our Soul Clan, but I didn’t expect you to learn to be stubborn. In this case, let’s wait and see. Zhang Ruochen, the so-called number one evildoer in your Demon Suppression Mansion, will soon die under the ruthless attack of Hun Wuxu! When that happens, let’s see how you can still be stubborn!”

Long Yingtian ignored Hun Huan's provocation, and all his attention was focused on the holy pattern formation in front of him.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, concentrating on deciphering the secrets of the formation. He knew in his heart that if he could not escape from this holy pattern formation, then even if the Demon Suppression Mansion really had a demon that could defeat Hun Wuxu, it would be meaningless.

This was because they simply could not reach the battlefield in time to support Zhang Ruochen.

In the distance, Zhang Ruochen struggled to get up from the ground. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and even standing became extremely difficult. However, there was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if telling everyone that he had not given up and was still fighting.

Hun Wuxu walked slowly towards Zhang Ruochen who was not far away. His steps were steady and confident, as if he had already won. There was no urgency or tension on his face, only calmness and composure.

Zhang Ruochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty. The blood was as hot as fire, dyeing his face bright red. His eyes were full of vicious determination, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and unwillingness on Hun Wuxu.

"Kill!" He roared, his voice containing endless hatred and power, as if to tear the world apart.

Although his body was exhausted and the severe pain from the wound made it almost impossible for him to stand, he still endured the pain and shot out like a cannonball ready to be fired.

His figure drew a long trail in the air. Wherever he passed, the void seemed to be torn apart by his powerful force, and the roar was endless. He seemed to pour all his strength into this attack, vowing to fight to the death with Hun Wuxu.

However, facing Zhang Ruochen's desperate attack, Hun Wuxu seemed unusually calm. He stopped and raised a disdainful smile, as if mocking Zhang Ruochen's overestimation of his own abilities.

Then, he slowly stretched out his right hand and reached forward. His fingers were slender and powerful, as if they contained infinite power. When he gently clenched them, he uttered two words lightly: "Imprisonment!"

As the sound fell, the space within a radius of several hundred feet suddenly trembled violently. Then, the space seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, condensing layer by layer to form a huge space cage.