Boom! Boom!!
The ground shook violently again. Melqart was flung far away by Chen Fan, carving out a huge trench when he hit the ground. His head spun, and he could not get back up for the moment.
This was simply unbelievable. Perseus had barely avoided being caught in Melqart's attack. Looking at Melqart lying on the ground, he said, "Once the King of The Gods, the greatest Dragon Slayer! Have you been defeated so easily? Where is your glory? Get up quickly, and let us erase from history the stain of being defeated by the Demon King!"
Perseus sounded as though he were speaking casually, but he was also exerting a Word Spirit with an effect similar to encouragement.
But just as Perseus finished speaking, a voice rang out behind him. "You have no chance. You talk the most, always yammering on. Get down there!"
Perseus's expression changed drastically. He had no idea when Chen Fan had appeared behind him. Why was he so fast? This was bad—he simply could not withstand Chen Fan's attack.
The moment Perseus thought this, he swiftly used his spell power. At the same time, Chen Fan's foot came down on him.
"Ahhh!"
"Whoosh...!" Perseus and his Pegasus plummeted toward the ground together, with only enough time to let out a miserable scream.
Boom! A huge crater appeared in the ground. Fortunately, Perseus had activated his divine defense and had not been killed by the fall, but he was still seriously injured and could not get back up for the moment.
The two Disobedient Gods had fought Chen Fan for only a short while, and during that time they had truly clashed with him only once. Yet they were defeated by a single strike from Chen Fan, without even a chance to resist.
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