Under the heavenly river, between the stars and the Han.
Two figures, as if Mars had collided with the Earth, clashed fiercely against each other.
On one side, the divine hammer fell to the ground, and on the other, the giant palm was directed towards the sky.
If Ye Fan had paid attention, he would have noticed that Gaia, nowadays, had actually cast the Fiery Mountain Bashing Fist Technique, which Ye Fan had taught him back then, as a palm technique.
It was evident that Gaia had put a lot of thought into his martial arts over the years.
Especially in terms of the martial arts stances that Ye Fan had taught him, he had been able to lift one example and touch the other.
Over the years, Gaia was able to rise to the rank of Seal Sovereign, apart from Ye Fan's support, it was also closely related to his own efforts.
For a while, Gaia and Tang Hao were in a stalemate in the air like this.
The terrifying force, centred on their collision, spilled out wildly in all directions.
The earth cracked and the rocks crumbled.
Huge cracks, like spider webs, spread out rapidly.
As far as the eye could see, the earth was already in ruins.
A terrifying shockwave, with the power to destroy everything, swept through the River of Heaven.
Even the Sword Saint and the others were unable to withstand the impact and retreated on their own initiative.
However, what was so strange was that after the shock waves reached the young man in front of him, it was as if the mud and oxen had entered the sea, disappearing in an instant.
It felt as if there was a huge domain around Ye Fan.
It was difficult for any Yuan Power fluctuations to get even half a cent closer.
However, the Fist Emperor and the others' attention was clearly not on Ye Fan right now.
All of their gazes were placed on the battle in front of them.
"Rather, I underestimated this Gaia."
"To resist the Haotian Divine Hammer hard and not lose any ground at all?"
"In terms of explosive power, I'm afraid that even you, the Fist King, may not be able to surpass this Persian King."
The Sword Saint, who had retreated to a distance, looked at the two Gaia's who were fighting like water, but his old face was gloomy as he lamented in a deep voice.
In terms of explosive power, among the six of them, Tang Hao was definitely one of the best.
Even the Sword Saint himself, when dealing with Tang Hao, had to use softness to overcome strength.
But now, a small country seal had fought with Tang Hao in terms of explosive power, which had to make the Sword Saint and the others feel surprised.
"Hmph~"
"All brute strength is just that."
"A piker."
"Nothing remarkable."
"I'm going to strike and nullify him."
Mo Kucheng snorted coldly, before his fist power appeared.
Mo's style of fist was exquisite on one side.
Endless fist power, like a tidal wave, swept towards where Gaia was.
Boom~
As Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng joined the battle, the original balance was instantly broken.
Gaia let out a stifled grunt and a mouthful of crimson blood poured out into the night sky.
Afterwards, Gaia's entire body flew out like a cannonball.
His feet hit the ground and he retreated hundreds of steps, smashing into many high walls and buildings along the way.
Steel and concrete shattered like rain.
"Ahem~"
After being knocked back, Gaia coughed violently.
Blood was flowing uncontrollably down the corners of his mouth.
"Haha~"
"Can't afford to play, you guys."
"Thanks to you Yanxia, you still call yourselves a nation of manners."
"That's it?"
Gaia wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth and sneered.
Tang Hao's old face was a little ugly, there was always a bit of a victory to be had.
But the Fighter was thick-skinned and simply ignored this.
"Don't talk about such nonsense."
"It's not a tournament, so it's hard to have to fight you one-on-one in single combat?"
"But, Gaia, your strength does surprise us a little."
"But, as I said, even if you are strong, you are only a loner after all."
"How can you think of disobeying our Martial Hall and the Supreme Martial of Yanxia with such skills? You are simply delusional!"
Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng laughed fiercely, the chill on his face growing thicker and thicker.
"Before, if you had retreated honestly, we might have spared your life."
"But now, it's not our fault."
"It was you who hurt my son first and offended my Yanxia martial dao afterwards."
"That alone is enough to get you killed here!"
Mo Gucheng's face was icy cold, and his body was surging with killing intent.
However, in the face of the Fist King's threat, Gaia laughed, "Haha~"
"Hahaha~"
The cheerful laughter echoed, startling the boundless flying birds.
"Hm?"
"What are you laughing at?"
The Fist King was a little annoyed, only feeling that Gaia's laughter sounded like a defiance and insult to him.
"Am I not right?"
"Could it be that you still think that, just by yourself, you can protect that Yanxia scum and stand in the way of the might of my Martial God Hall?"
Mo Gucheng questioned in a stern voice.
Gaia shook his head and laughed softly, "You are right, I never thought that I, Gaia alone, could hold back your Yanxia Seal and protect the Dragon Lord from leaving in peace."
"However, have you ever thought, what if I am not the only one who has come to Yanxia this time?"
Gaia smiled faintly, with an inexplicable meaning embedded in his words.
As soon as he said this, the faces of the Fist King and the others changed abruptly, "Could it be that you have accomplices?"
Hoo~
As soon as these words fell from Mo Kucheng's lips, a fierce wind once again rose from the silent heaven and earth.
Raging air currents, wrapped in searing heat waves, came rushing in.
Along with the arrival of this heat wave, there was also a majestic power like a mountain.
"Eh?"
"This is..."
The Sword Saint and the others seemed to have sensed something, and between their surprise, they turned around abruptly.
Only to see another figure a thousand metres away, quietly surfacing.
When they first saw it, it was a red dot under the dark night.
But then, like a flame, the red dot grew bigger and bigger.
Until finally, a figure in red, like a ghost, appeared above the ruins.
"Who is it?"
"Stop right there!"
"If you go any further, don't blame this Fist King for being ungracious."
Mo Kucheng had a bad premonition then and shouted sternly before the man even got close.
And, with a furious punch, Cool-Son Mo smashed out immediately afterwards.
Boom~
There was a booming clash, just like gunpowder exploding.
Immediately afterwards, a figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, its body smashing into the ground and rolling around several times.
"Fist Emperor~"
"Old Mo!"
After seeing the figure that rolled down to the ground again, Tang Hao Sword Saint and the others were shocked.
In just one encounter, the Fist Emperor had been defeated.
Who was the other party?
Could it be, another Sealed Sect Master?
"Who the hell are you?"
"A word of advice to your Excellency, this is the land of Yanxia."
"If you are sealed in another country, you had better leave quickly."
"Otherwise, don't blame me, Martial God Hall, for pursuing you for the crime of invasion!"
The Sword Saint's eyes were full of wariness, and his grim words were filled with threats.
Even the Sword Saint would never be willing to make an enemy of a Sealed Sovereign if he did not have to.
After all, if a powerful person of this level were to go mad, the consequences would be extremely serious.
However, when confronted with the Sword Saint's question, the man remained silent.
In the night wind, the red robe that fluttered was like a bonfire burning under the night.
Demonic, yet eerie!
"Your Excellency, please answer."
"If you go any further, all the strong men of my Martial God Hall will not be polite."
The Sword Saint was still shouting.
Amidst the low words, the red figure, was still approaching.
Until, it had reached the Sword Saint.
Just when the Sword Saint thought that the man had reached him and stretched out his hand to shake hands with him in greeting.
Who would have thought that in the next moment, the hand raised by this red figure would directly pluck him to the side.
"Get out of the way."
In the midst of a cold voice, this red-clothed figure directly crossed over the Sword Saint, before bowing heavily to the youngster in front of him.
"God of Bronze and Fire, Owen, worship the Dragon Lord!"
Both knees bowed and the seal bowed.
That voice of reverence and worship shook the four directions and echoed through the ages!