Chapter 63
The waves are rippling, countless fish swim, colorful corals grow ruggedly, and shrimp soldiers and crabs will wander among them from time to time.

Not far away, a crystal clear and exquisite building stands majestically, it is actually a crystal palace.

Pearls are shining above the radiant gate, and there are mighty demon guards standing guard on both sides.

And on the door, there are five huge golden seal characters echoing each other - Donghai Hanwang Mansion, as if this place is clearly the palace of a demon king of the East China Sea.

The demon kings in the East China Sea are not self-proclaimed demon kings like those humble monsters on the island, but any monster that can be qualified to be king in the East China Sea must have a cultivation level above the realm of magic infants.

However, at this moment, in the main hall of King Han's Mansion, there is infinite bloody light, and the breath of blood is extremely strong.

The Dragon King of the Han Dynasty has a majestic figure, a dragon head, a dragon beard, and dragon eyes. He is dressed in a bright yellow robe and sits brazenly on the dragon chair.

Just the power and influence it exudes makes others shudder and tremble.

It is extremely strange, but the dragon eyes of King Hanlong are full of blood, as if filled with endless blood.

The original cold and majestic expression on his face was long gone, but changed to a sinister and ferocious expression.

And above his pair of dragon claws, there is a blood-colored bead the size of an adult's fist floating. Beyond the blood bead, the blood dragon swims away, and the dragon roars.

Accompanied by that, at every moment, there will be an endless stream of blood energy gathering from all around and submerging into the blood beads.

As a result, the blood beads became deeper and deeper.

"Hahaha, you stupid creatures, turn them all into blood and nourishment, this is the fate you should have!"

The Dragon King of Han laughed wildly, and for a moment, the entire palace was shaken to the point of collapse.

"My lord, it's not good, it's not good, my lord, the little prince went to the battlefield privately, what should we do!"

At this time, an old clam spirit in a gorgeous robe rushed into the hall, shouting eagerly.

But when he looked up and saw King Hanlong, his whole expression was completely stunned.

"Your Majesty, you, this is..."

He really couldn't believe that what he saw in front of him could be his king. He had served the king for thousands of years, but he had never seen such a strange change in the king's appearance.

"Oh, is it Prime Minister Beng? You just said that the little prince is on the battlefield, so he is really... lucky."

Han Longwang's scarlet eyes stared at the old clam spirit, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up as he said, and before he finished speaking, a ray of light shot out from the blood bead in his hand, covering it completely.

Until the blood light dissipated, the eyes of the old clam spirit who reappeared at the same place also turned blood-colored, showing endless viciousness on his face.

"Jie Jie Jie, this old servant pays his respects to the king, and thank you for bestowing upon this old servant great honor."

. . .

"Damn ants of the human race, don't even think about spoiling my event in the East China Sea!"

The behavior of Leng Feng and Li Mao finally aroused the wrath of the existence hidden in the dark clouds in the sky. After a loud shout, two thunderbolts descended immediately.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

This sudden shot, in terms of power alone, far surpassed Leng Feng and Li Mao's imagination.

The dust soared into the sky amidst two huge explosions, leaving a terrifying pothole with a radius of more than ten meters on the spot.

As for Leng Feng and Li Mao, although they escaped the attack by chance, they were also blown away by the aftermath of the thunder.

At the same time, the more casualties were the East Sea Monsters who were innocently affected.

Staggering to his feet, Leng Feng's face was heavy, but he continued to attack without saying a word, killing and massacring the monsters around him.

Li Mao got up, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Leng Feng was fine, but he had already suffered some minor injuries.

Originally, he wanted to ask Leng Feng for countermeasures, but seeing that Leng Feng was just repeating what he did before, he was even more puzzled.

Shouldn't it be time to find a way to escape, or wait for an opportunity to fight back?

It's just that there is no more time for him to hesitate now, just because another thunderous offensive is coming.

Compared with the previous one, this time, it is undoubtedly more intensive and more powerful.

It seemed that because he failed to make a single strike and kill Leng Feng and the other two, the anger and embarrassment in the chest of the shooter became more and more intense.

It was as if a thousand birds gathered, chirping to the heavens, and the purple thunder light poured down, such a terrifying aura made Li Mao's hair stand on end.

Even if he hadn't realized it, he knew that if he was struck and submerged by these thunderbolts, he would definitely end up dying.

Slashing with the golden spiritual knife in his hand, in front of him, there is a mountain of golden knives, and under his feet, the footprints are changing, but he is trying his best to avoid and resist.

It's a pity that the moment the thunder light fell, he only felt a sharp pain like numbness, and was thrown far away.

The surging blood in his chest gushed out wave after wave, choking his mouth and nose to buzz.

At this time, there was only one thought in his mind, one thought: "Who is the one who made the shot? It's too strong, too strong to resist."

Deep in the yellow sand, Li Mao scanned his surroundings with residual consciousness, but saw a scene that he will never forget for a long time.

Remnants of corpses, blood, and sand soaring into the sky mixed together, and the whole sky seemed to have changed its orientation with the earth.

And this is just the result of more than a dozen thunder attacks. The East Sea Monster has suffered many casualties, but the most tragic one is the Zongmen's defense line.

Almost no one is still standing. Screams, screams, and death are the theme songs of this moment.

As for Leng Feng, his body was also soaked in blood at this time, his long colored hair fluttered in a mess behind him, and his bare feet stood in the bright red blood, supporting his spine and body.

Raising his hand to the sky, Leng Feng suddenly revealed a contemptuous and proud smile, and raised his middle finger.

After doing this, he walked towards the remaining surviving East Sea monsters step by step, drawing his sword again and again, the surging and sharp sword energy was still invincible across the battlefield.

He admits that the opponent is really strong, so strong that he has already fallen into desperation alone, but he will not give up.

He firmly believes that only himself is the final real winner.

Enchantress lay on Leng Feng's shoulder, blinking her shiny eyes and staring at Leng Feng motionlessly.

At this moment, she didn't say anything to help Leng Feng, because Leng Feng's bearing and pride told her that he didn't need anyone's help.

"Humble human ant, you have deeply angered me, I will swallow you in one bite, chew your bones, and melt your flesh and blood!"

Amidst the rumbling roar, the cloudy sky cleared, and after that, a gorgeous golden figure descended from the sky, carrying unfathomable divine power, straight towards the cold front.

The golden dragon's body, about ten feet long, is densely covered with scales, its head is raised upwards, and its claws are ferocious. This is actually a young golden dragon.

No, to be more precise, it should be a young golden flood dragon, which has the blood of an ancient golden dragon, even among the dragons of the East China Sea, it is a very noble blood. .

(End of this chapter)

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