After seeing the eighth floor clearly, Zhan Wuque's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he walked towards the stairs.

"you......"

Before the man in black dress finished speaking, a loud shout rang out.

"Little beast, stop me"!!

An illusory big hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed Zhan Wuque in front of him.

The big hand is extremely solid, far from comparable to an ordinary martial artist.

"Deacon Wan is indeed powerful. He is only half a step into the King of Martial Arts. He takes action and has the style of King of Martial Arts."

"Haha, the boy who doesn't know the world is so strong, Deacon Wan will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die."

"I deserve it. No matter how you call the wind and rain in a small country, in my heavenly dragon, you have to keep it on your sway, and you have to be lying on your selves if you are a tiger."

There were bursts of discussion around, all watching coldly. Some warriors looked at Zhan Wuque as if they were looking at people who were dead.

Most of them are from the Tianlong Empire. In their eyes, the warriors in the small country below are ants and reptiles, and they don’t have to worry about death.

No matter how awesome you are in the small country below, what is it to be a dragon?

In their eyes, Zhan Wuque is the kind of person who does not know how to live or die. If you dare to provoke Fenghua Xueyue Tower, you will have to pay the price of blood.

"Arrogant boy, let me die"!

Deacon Wan smiled coldly, clenched his big hand and punched Zhan Wuque.

This punch is much more powerful than a palm. If you are hit, even a top warrior of the Great Martial Arts Master will never survive.

Sensing the movement behind him, Zhan Wuque's mouth showed a trace of arc, and he slapped back without looking back.

There was no fluctuation in this beat, as if it was done casually.

But in Deacon Wan's eyes, he was extremely shocked.

With that palm, he actually felt the breath of death!

He wanted to close his punches and retreat, but he was firmly locked by a strange aura and could not retreat at all. At the critical moment, he shouted loudly and tried his best.

The others expressed confusion.

They didn't face Zhan Wuque's palm and didn't know how terrifying they were.

In their eyes, Zhan Wuque slapped it with a palm, and Deacon Wan screamed and jumped like a snoring. His whole body was full of energy, and he obviously had tried his best.

Only the black-clad warriors saw a little clue in the field.

But he only had half a step to the cultivation level of King Wu's martial arts, but he felt that Zhan Wuque's palm was a little weird, but he couldn't say what was weird.

While everyone was thinking about it, Zhan Wuque's palm finally met Deacon Wan.

"Bang"!

The seventh floor suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, in the incredible eyes of everyone, Deacon Wan first had his fist, then his forearm, and then his entire arm was slapped by Zhan Wuque's palm!

To urge to wither!

Unstoppable!

The strength of the two is different!

"Keep people under the palm of your hand"!

A loud shout sounded, the sound was deafening, and everyone felt a buzzing sound in their ears.

The strongest man of the Martial King!

The strong Martial King from Fenghua Xueyue Tower is here!

Everyone was shocked.

But Zhan Wuque seemed to have never heard of it, and his palms fluttered on Deacon Wan's head.

It was like a watermelon exploded, and red and yellow objects splashed all over the floor.

One palm, kill half-step Martial King!
Chapter completed!