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Xiao Fan's laughter resounded in the hall as he spread out his big hand. Light burst out and a powerful Qi burst out, striking Zhou Cheng's palm.
A rank 7 Great Desolate God didn't know how powerful he was and dared to look down on him based on his status as a Great Desolate God. He was courting death.
One had to know that even a Tenth Order Paragon would be crushed, let alone a Seventh Order Paragon.
Even though the power that the Primordial God Tribe used was mysterious and strong, stronger than even the same realm Zhi Zun of the Immortal Realm, in Xiao Fan's eyes, it was still unable to withstand a single blow.
"Humph!" You overestimate yourself. If you want to court death, I'll grant you that wish! "
Seeing that Xiao Fan did not listen to him and had even attacked him, the Prime Minister Zhou was furious.
Seeing that Xiao Fan's strength was not bad, he had already given some face, but unfortunately the other party did not appreciate his kindness.
Zhou Cheng waved his palm, and within his palm was a vast and desolate world. With a single palm strike, it was as if it could destroy the entire world, shattering everything in its path.
That palm strike carried a unique and terrifying power, and had the power to shatter a world, as it smashed towards Xiao Fan's palm.
At that moment, the corners of Zhou Cheng's mouth curled up, revealing a proud smile.
The dozen or so prehistoric god clansmen also revealed expressions of disdain, appearing extremely confident.
Xiao Fan had no choice but to admit that he was a Sixth Order Supreme Elder, but in front of Zhou Cheng, he was nothing!
Boom!
The two palms collided and two peerlessly powerful forces collided. A loud explosion resounded in the entire palace.
The entire palace was shaking violently. The beams, pillars, floors, as well as the surrounding walls were all exploding.
The collision of the two palms did not end with the outcome the divine race wanted to see. They were all astonished.
Zhou Cheng was even more shocked, his face full of suspicion as he looked at Xiao Fan.
His palm was currently pressed tightly against Xiao Fan's palm, and Xiao Fan's palm continued to emit a strong power, attempting to defeat him.
"You really are extraordinary. I'll give you another chance!" Zhou Cheng said solemnly.
Not only did Xiao Fan know that they were from the Desolate God Clan, they were also very strong and were not simple people.
"Chance! Do you really think a Paragon of the seventh step like you can stand up to me!?"
Xiao Fan roared in anger, the aura around his body erupted even more violently as more terrifying energy converged onto his palm.
His palm struck out again, and the golden energy rolled and roared. The Great Buddha Palm pushed forward!
Pfft!
Facing Xiao Fan's explosive attack, Zhou Cheng, who was just inches away from him, did not react immediately. Being hit by Xiao Fan's buddhist palm at such a close distance, his entire body was sent flying by the large buddhist hand, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Fan did not stop there. With a wave of his fist, a sea of golden fist imprints rushed forward, all of them striking Zhou Cheng's body.
Being struck senseless by the palm once again, Zhou Cheng who had not fully awakened yet was once again attacked by Xiao Fan's concentrated and ferocious fist prints.
Zhou Cheng's injuries worsened further, and all the bones in his body were broken. His skin was torn, and he was covered in blood as he fell to the ground.
"Prime Minister!"
"The Prime Minister was heavily injured by him. Brothers, attack together and avenge the Prime Minister!"
Seeing Zhou Cheng being severely injured by Xiao Fan, the dozen or so Primordial Divine Clan members were all shocked and furious. They all roared, releasing all their Qi to take revenge for Zhou Cheng.
"Humph!" Just based on the fact that the few of you want revenge, just lie down obediently for me! "
Xiao Fan let out a disdainful sound from his mouth as he waved his big hand. A golden palm print was released one after another, exuding an absolutely domineering aura.
A series of loud bangs could be heard as the powerful aura that had just exploded out of the bodies of the tens of Primordial Divine Clan members was pushed back into Xiao Fan's body.
One after another, they laid on the ground like dead dogs, their expressions filled with pain and discomfort.
All of the divine clansmen fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
As for the few Heavenly Alliance disciples serving the prehistoric god race, they had long since fainted and fell to the ground.
As for the tall youth who was being held in Xiao Fan's hands, he had already been scared to death and breathed his last.
"Brother Tian Yi, throw this dead man out of the Heavenly Alliance's territory. Throw those unconscious people out as well. We will never be able to enter the Heavenly Alliance!" Xiao Fan shouted to Tian Yi who was at the door.
"Sigh!" These bastards, did they really think that they can become the masters of the Heavenly Alliance and made me pretend to be a grandson for a few days? Now, aren't you obediently lying at my feet! " Tian Yi was all smiles, and he looked exceptionally happy.
When Zhou Cheng's group had just arrived, it had been a domineering and imposing manner, one filled with power.
Facing Zhou Cheng's pressure, Tian Yi could only pretend that he was a grandson and had to wait for Xiao Fan to come back to take care of it.
Now that he saw the Ancient Desolation God's clansmen lying on the ground due to Xiao Fan's beating, Tian Yi felt extremely refreshed in his heart. He was finally able to release the grievances he had been subjected to for the past few days.