"Hah!"
Seeing this, Wang Sheng shouted and struck out with his palm.
Vajra Palm!
That enormous golden crocodile was like something made of paper.
It was crushed and obliterated by Wang Sheng's Vajra Palm in his invincible state, and Wang Sheng's momentum did not slow.
He continued charging toward Golden Crocodile.
Golden Crocodile was shocked, and his arms crossed instinctively in front of his chest.
He tried to block Wang Sheng's palm, but the instant it made contact with Wang Sheng's strike, he understood that he was wrong—absurdly wrong.
Because Wang Sheng's tremendous strength was simply not something he could match.
With a crack, both his arms snapped in an instant.
Watching Golden Crocodile struggle in agony beneath his palm, Wang Sheng sneered inwardly.
Without the slightest hesitation, all the strength in his body erupted in an instant.
At this moment, with both arms already broken, all he could do was gather every bit of his Soul Power and concentrate it at his chest, trying to withstand this blow.
He understood that as long as he could block this one strike, his companions would arrive.
Then he would not end up dead and erased like Snake King.
But he could not even withstand this one strike.
The instant Wang Sheng's palm stamped onto his chest, he felt his heart shatter in that very moment.
"Pfft..."
Golden Crocodile spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
Wang Sheng did not stop there. His figure kept flashing among the crowd, his palms flying.
With every palm he struck, someone fell.
Bibi Dong, standing off to the side, had an extremely dark expression, but she did not move. She was waiting for an opportunity—an opportunity to kill in one blow.
"Now!"
The instant the golden light around Wang Sheng faded, her third