As though unable to bear the Golden-Winged Roc's supreme demonic power.
Heaven and earth trembled.
Space and time twisted.
Peng Sanchong had been right.
The Demon Race's power primarily came from their bloodlines.
Though he had only cultivated one supreme Great Dao.
So what?
With the bloodline power of the Golden-Winged Roc.
He could still stand invincible beneath the heavens.
This battle could only be called brutal.
Other than the Ancient True Devil, Xiao Chen had nearly exhausted every trump card he possessed. Only after battering Peng Sanchong more than a hundred times in succession did he finally blow him apart, smash him into a dead dog, and send him plummeting from the skies.
"How is this possible?" Everyone in the Demon Faction was dumbfounded, feeling as though the heavens had collapsed!
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Many demons even viciously slapped their own faces!
They found it impossible to believe the scene before them was real.
A ninth-level Grandmaster Realm cultivator had actually defeated a Moon King Realm Super God Seed against the odds?
If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes.
Who the hell would dare believe it?
"I... actually lost!" Peng Sanchong looked utterly lost as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
The silver armor on his body had completely shattered. Terrifying wounds covered him from head to toe, densely packed and numbering several dozen. Many were especially severe, with even the surrounding flesh curling and splitting apart.
Pale golden demonic blood flowed out. Not only was it not rank, it even carried a faint fragrance.
"Brother Lin, he defeated Peng Sanchong against the odds. This is... too terrifying!" Zhao Tunhai swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"It truly defies heaven!" Lin Qianshan was deeply shaken as well.
"Demonic blood carries fragrance. Such bloodline power is truly terrifying!"