Whoosh!
You took a step forward, starlight blazing around you, and arrived directly amid the soldiers escorting the bridal procession.
"This man is a Martial King!!"
The soldiers were scared out of their wits and did not dare attack you at all.
But it was useless. They served under two Martial Kings and had been deemed enemies by the trait.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding...
Countless forging sounds rang above the heads of the soldiers within a hundred meters of you.
Once Mark One was complete, you began throwing punch after punch with a clang, clang, clang.
Of course, you held back your strength, ensuring that a single punch would leave them unable to rise again without taking their lives.
Li Jin and the other man pursued you relentlessly. The royal martial arts were exquisitely profound and extraordinarily powerful; every gesture they made carried terrifying might capable of collapsing mountains and shattering earth.
Unfortunately for them, you had inherited the Shen Family's teachings. The Holy Land was only stronger than the royal clan, never weaker.
The two of them attacked continuously, treasures appearing one after another, determined to kill you.
Yet after fighting for so long, their Killing Moves all ended up landing on their own men.
You had not killed a single person, but the two of them had slaughtered a whole pile.
Rather than tangle with them, you weaved through the soldiers, crazily going clang, clang.
One stack, two stacks, three stacks...
Ten stacks, twenty stacks, thirty stacks...
One hundred stacks! Two hundred stacks! Three hundred stacks!
Your body grew larger and larger, and Li Jin and the other man grew increasingly panicked.
"Is this the Holy Land's method?"
**"Hmph, it's only a larger body. What is there to fear? The bigger the body, the more