"As long as I'm here, no one will hurt my student!"
Just then, a pale blue streak burst into the battlefield. An armored fist appeared before Tianlong Chief Seat in an instant.
"Burning Bloodline? Interesting." Tianlong Chief Seat narrowed his eyes and drove a fist toward Wang Tianyu!
Bang!
Their fists collided. Wang Tianyu, clad head to toe in magnificent Battle Armor, flew backward. Cracks raced across his armor before it shattered in midair. He slammed into the ground, unconscious, as countless fragments scattered above him.
Even Pavilion Master Wang couldn't withstand a single punch.
That's beyond anything a Transcendent God Rank could do!
Lin Yuan lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The slightest movement pulled at his wounds.
It hurts...
Without his Four-Word Battle Armor and Myriad Void Breaker, that blow would have killed him on the spot.
"Brother!"
Lan Xuanyu, who had been shielded by Lin Yuan and barely hurt, cried out. He scrambled up and hurried to Lin Yuan's side.
"Brother, brother!" Little Dragon God sobbed. "I was useless, brother!"
"Xuanyu, it isn't your fault." Lin Yuan stroked Little Dragon God's head. "This time, I really have met an enemy I can't defeat..."
As time passed, the Federation's people watching the live broadcast gradually fell into despair.
Tianlong Chief Seat's divine status continued to recover. Seeing that no one present could fight on, he threw back his head and laughed.
"Ants of the Federation, do you see? The Speaker you chose cannot protect you!"
"If not for your Speaker, the Longma Galaxy would never have gone to war with the Federation. This is all his fault!"
"Submit to Longma. It is your only way forward!"
The people gathered around their televisions had been dragged from hope to despair. Some fell silent; others had already begun cursing