Shen Luo was blasted violently, plunging into the depths of the void at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
The instant the fist struck her chest, the treasured garment on her body transformed into Dragon Scale Armor, dispersing most of the force. Even so, the terrifying power still left her chest tight and her breath ragged.
Another strange force, accompanied by wind and thunder, seeped into her body, hammering her internal organs and setting her bones and muscles trembling in resonance.
Buzzing and buzzing—and especially scorching hot.
The Xiangliu Royal City was exceptionally lively at that moment. Not only was the battle raging fiercely, but the spectator stands were also packed with big names.
The Myriad Monster Kingdom was vast, its territory the greatest in the world, yet it was also tiny. To a Mahayana Stage Monster King, the Myriad Monster Kingdom was merely a village the size of a palm.
The village chief was Monster Emperor City, the village tyrant was the phoenix, and the eight honest villagers were the eight kings.
The last gathering of the eight kings had to be traced back to the last one, when all the clans had converged on Nine-Tailed Fox King City and demanded justice from the fox spirits over the loss of the Monster Emperor Painting.
This time, Xiangliu and Gu Diao had fallen out. No matter who won or lost, there would be advantages to reap, so none of the clans had any reason to stay away.
Lu Wu, for instance, and Chongming, and the Nine-Tailed Foxes, had all taken up favorable positions to watch the spectacle from close range.
Then they saw Shen Luo sent flying with a single punch.
As the patriarch of the Mirage Dragon Clan and the former Monster Emperor, Shen Luo had once dominated