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"Boy, you have good strength. I'll meet you!"

Just as many alien races were speculating, a voice sounded.

Then, everyone saw a burly figure stepping out.

This figure was more than two meters tall and covered with purple scales. He just came with Mo Tianluo.

“Buduo, it’s Buduo!”

"Buduo is going to take action. Although Buduo's talent is not as high as the Eighth Prince, it has been a thousand years since he practiced, but he had already broken through the Great Emperor Realm some time ago, which should be enough to suppress that kid!"

Many people were excited when they saw this figure.

"Buduo, don't show mercy. Take my all, kill, kill him, kill him, and I will be responsible for any matter!"

The Demon Tianluo roared, extremely ferocious.

He wanted to remove Lu Ming from a huge amount.

Buduo was burly and had three eyes flashed coldly, stepping out, and the ground was vibrating.

A pitch-black iron rod appeared in his hand. The iron rod shook slightly, and black holes popped out of the space, which were extremely incredible.

On the side, many people retreated repeatedly.

The Emperor's move is a big deal. Some of the weak cultivation do not want to be involved.

Lu Ming looked at Buduo with a calm expression. He really didn't take it to heart as a one-star emperor.

"Let's take action!"

Lu Ming spoke calmly.

"Boy, die for me!"

A trace of ferociousness appeared in Buduo's eyes. He burst out with all his strength, jumped up, and then fell down like Mount Tai, and smashed it down at Lu Ming with a stick.

This stick is amazingly powerful. If it is really a real emperor, it will never be able to stop it and will be smashed into meat paste.

Aside, Chiayi's eyes flashed, but he did not take action. Lu Ming, a person with the bloodline of the Holy Ancestor of Killing Heart, should not die so easily.

Rumble!

The iron rod hit the ground and made a dull roar. In an instant, it approached Lu Ming's head.

Just when everyone thought Lu Ming was about to be hit by a stick, Lu Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

bump!

With a dull roar, the pitch-black iron rod was grabbed by Lu Ming in his hand, and then the iron rod was fixed in the air, motionless.

There is also Buduo, who was holding the iron rod in both hands and fixed it in the air.

A stick that seemed extremely powerful was stopped by Lu Ming with one hand.

"This is your strength, but that's it!"

Lu Ming spoke lightly, exerted force on his palm, and suddenly shook.

Buzz!

The iron rod vibrated violently, and a terrifying force rushed along the iron rod and towards Buduo.

Buduo screamed, his body flew out like a cannonball, and walked into the footsteps of Mo Tianluo, smashed heavily on the ground, bleeding blood.

"this..."

The scene was in a dead silence again.

One move, another move, Buduo, who had reached the Emperor's realm, was defeated. In Lu Ming's hands, he had no power to fight back.

How could Lu Ming be so strong?

Is this the strength of the human race? The human race is so strong?

Many people with foreign races had a shocked light in their eyes.

In their concept, the human race and the divine beasts in the heavenly realm are simply vulnerable, and their evil gods are the supreme beings.

But now a young man in the human race has defeated several of their masters in succession.

"This person looks young and may have been practicing for endless years, so he is so strong!"

"Yes, it must be like this!"

Then, many aliens spoke, thinking that Lu Ming was a big old monster in the grade.

It is normal for an old monster who has practiced for endless years to have such strength.

"I really can deceive myself!"

Lu Ming sneered, full of disdain.

"What did you say?"

"Have you been practicing for many years? Let's talk about it, how many years have you practiced to this day?"

Someone asked loudly.

"Okay, then I will tell you, Lu Ming, I have been practicing for less than two hundred years!"

Lu Ming's voice spread throughout the audience.

"What? How is it possible in less than two hundred years?"

"In less than two hundred years, Buduo, who can defeat the Great Emperor Realm, is impossible. How could the human race have such a strong genius? He must be lying and deliberately attacking us!"

Many aliens yelled and didn't want to believe it.

In less than two hundred years, Buduo, who can reach the one-star emperor realm, has not many evil gods in the entire world.

"So you deceive yourself. I believe you have a way to measure your age. If you don't believe it, find someone to measure it!"

Lu Ming said.

The alien race was silent. Seeing Lu Ming was so confident, he should not have lie. He should have practiced for less than two hundred years.

The human race actually has such a genius.

"Is there anyone else going out to fight? Today, I want to try out what methods your clan has!"

Lu Ming's voice came from afar.

There was silence at the scene. Everyone looked at you, and I looked at you. For a moment, no one took action.

Lu Ming has practiced for less than two hundred years. There are not many people in the entire evil god world who can fight Lu Ming at this age, and there is no one at the scene.

And those who have been practicing for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, seem a bit embarrassing.

"Haha, aren't the Evil God Clan masters Ruyun? No one fights. Okay, I'll give you a chance. Anyone who has been practicing for less than ten thousand years can come and fight me, and I'll continue!"

Lu Ming said loudly.

"Lu Ming, this is what you said yourself, don't regret it!"

Mo Tianluo screamed.

"certainly!"

Lu Ming responded.

"Okay, my clan has a longevity list, which records a hundred top masters who have practiced for less than ten thousand years. Any one of them is enough to crush you. Please wait for me, and I'll go find someone now!"

Demon Tianluo said ferociously.

He must be beautiful today.

"The Wanshou List, one hundred masters who have practiced for less than ten thousand years. It's interesting. Go and find a few more. I'll wait here!"

Lu Ming said, his face relaxed. Not only was he not nervous, but he was a little expectant.

For the Martial Emperor Realm, practice for less than ten thousand years can also be said to be in a golden period, which is a period of bursting practice.

It also represents the future.

It has a similar concept to the younger generation of geniuses.

Lu Ming also wanted to see how strong the group of the strongest masters in the Evil God Clan have been practicing for less than ten thousand years.

Lu Ming hugged his hands and waited quietly.

There are more and more alien races gathering around.

A human race, challenging them in their royal city, hasn't happened in many years?

They also want to see what kind of strength this human race, which has been practicing for less than two hundred years, has?

There were several figures standing there in the sky, and no one noticed them.

These people are the alien kings, the great general Moroga, and several other strong men.

"I am worthy of being the one chosen by the Holy Ancestor of Killing Heart, it is indeed extraordinary!"

The kingly way of the alien race.

Before, they had no idea that Lu Ming had such strong strength.
Chapter completed!