Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 243 Destroying the World with Two Palms

The two phalanxes, one large and one small, fully demonstrated the strength of the Wang family, and a series of tyrannical auras rose to the sky, tearing apart the stagnant atmosphere in the air.

Although the momentum was strong, Chaoyang did not see the determination to fight to the death from them. On the contrary, they still looked a little impetuous.

The concubine tolerated the injustice of the Marquis of the Sea, and when he was in full control of the royal family, all hidden dangers were suppressed, but once something happened, the big things would be bad.

The court's denial and Wang Chengzu's attacks from time to time made the Wang family's situation more difficult, and some people had other thoughts.

The so-called people's hearts move together, but if people's hearts are not in harmony, the mountains can't afford it.

People's hearts are hard to decide, and their minds are not in the same place. Just now, some people saw Prince Wen's attack, killing congenital and late-stage warriors like chickens, and they couldn't help feeling even more terrified.

However, Wang Haorong's orders had to be obeyed. Many people have seen how vicious this woman is.

Although many people's minds are not in the same place, when tens of thousands of people gather together, under the aura of concentration, they form a very strong force, quite like that.

Under the impact of the tyrannical momentum, even Zhao Ji, feeling this power, did not dare to touch the edge lightly, and quickly restrained his own momentum, not to compete with him.

Prince Wen is still powerful enough to regard this aura like a beast like a flood like a breeze blowing on his face. Originally, he had already arrived at the palace, but he did not make a move, but waited for the opponent's formation to form.

"You should be ready, I'm going to make a move."

Prince Wen said calmly, but his voice exploded like thunder.

In Zhao Ji's view, when fighting, you must fight without declaring it. If you catch your opponent by surprise, the kind of notification in advance, or even outrageous enough to make the opponent ready, is definitely a performance of pretending to be B, or a top-level pretending to be B. which performed.

However, Zhao Ji is still a little envious. If someone can pretend to be B, he has the capital to pretend to be B. If he is a strong person in the Dao Realm, he doesn't mind pretending to be.

As soon as the words were finished, without giving the other party a chance to speak and speak, Prince Wen made a move, and slapped it down with a backhand palm.

"Boom!"

Prince Wen's strike this time was more powerful than before. With one palm, the void violently vibrated, and bursts of violent roaring sounds resounded throughout.

In the void, many sharp-eyed people saw that a huge slap mark was faintly formed, and it was slapped down with unstoppable force.

With one blow, the air exploded again and again, like an air cannon, and the imaginary slap marks descended on the heads of the two phalanxes below.

"Ah!"

"kill!"

"Give me death!"

……

As the huge slap approached, expressions of all the warriors of the Wang family changed, one after another, each of the innate warriors raised the weapons in their hands and struck towards the sky.

Prince Wen really paid too much attention to the face of the masters. This time, he did not shoot at a group of ordinary troops, but at the [-] geniuses of the Wang family.

The remaining power of the Wang family is at least half occupied by the hundred innate warriors. As long as the hundred innate warriors are killed, the Wang family will no longer be able to turn upside down, and collapse will be imminent.

Of the hundreds of innate warriors, there are thirty or so mid-innate warriors, and the remaining 80 to [-] are all early-innate warriors.

Hundreds of innates shot together, arousing their tyrannical zhenqi one after another, using the weapons in their hands to cast them out, writing down mysterious trajectories one after another.

The attacks of the hundred innates were rather chaotic. Under Prince Wen's palm, the saber intent, sword energy, and stellar energy that soared into the sky were suppressed one after another.

There was another violent shaking of the mountain, accompanied by a few screams, the huge and empty palm bombarded the ground, and a palm print an inch deep was formed.

The ground in the king's city is paved with a kind of solid blue bricks, and the warriors in the late innate stage slapped it with all their strength, leaving at most a shallow palm print.

Prince Wen's palm was so powerful that it could be called violent. A huge palm print was blown out of the ground of the royal city, and it penetrated an inch deep into the ground.

Along the huge palm print, cracks formed one after another, spreading in all directions, especially a crack walking towards the Wangfu, which directly collapsed half of the gate of the Wangfu.

As for the group of congenitals who stood not neatly but not far away, under the palm of Prince Wen, they have all disappeared at this time.

Of the more than 100 innate warriors, only single digits fled in all directions in the shape of birds and beasts. The rest of the innate warriors should have all turned into a layer of minced meat and stinky blood in the giant palm's handprint.

"too strong!"

Prince Wen's palm was so strong that Zhao Ji trembled all over, and he was looking forward to and longing for becoming a master of the Dao Accumulation Realm.

There are more than 100 innate warriors, among them, there are many innate mid-stage warriors who are much more tyrannical than Zhao Ji, but they can't stand the palm of Prince Wen.

After one palm, Prince Wen didn't stop and took another palm. The same faint palm print of nothingness was aimed at the rest of the first-class and super-class fighters in the team.

The death of more than 100 innate warriors shocked many acquired warriors, and they all became stunned, but no matter how dull they were, they reacted when they saw the imminent disaster.

A famous warrior gathered his internal strength and fled outwards, trying to escape from the area covered by Prince Wen's palm print, but Prince Wen's attack was too fast.

With one slap, many people had no time to escape, and hundreds of people were killed by this slap. The number of people who escaped was less than one-fifth of the total number of warriors.

On the other side, the [-] troops in the square formation were already scared to death after a hundred Xiantian went to the underworld, and saw that hundreds of first-class and super-class fighters were killed under the second palm, how could they have the courage to stay where they were? On the ground, with a cry or a terrified cry, they fled one after another.

"Ah, demon."

"Run away, run away."

"That man is too powerful, we are invincible, run away."

"Run, if you don't run, it will be our turn."

"Run, run."

……

The army of 3 people, like a frying pan, dispersed at once, fled in all directions, and went to some corners of the city.

The chaos of 3 people, just like the army bombing the camp, made the scene a mess. Prince Wen looked down at the chaotic scene below and watched with cold eyes.

After killing the Wang family's innate and all acquired masters, the morale of the Wang family has basically reached the bottom, and all the vitality has been destroyed.

Just now, in front of the palace, there were two well-ordered square formations, the formation of the army and the strong, which seemed to be full of murderous aura, piercing the sky.

However, in a blink of an eye, the army of tens of thousands of people died or fled. All the people were wiped out, leaving only a desolate and desolate place.

(End of this chapter)