Lord Of Martial Arts

Fernando's fighting spirit burst forth, and he swung his palm towards his enemy.

The next moment, loud booming noises erupted everywhere.

Layer by layer, the space began to fall apart. In addition to that, lightning raged. There was a violent windstorm as well.

The Holy Shura Ancestor's dark red god's power colliding with Fernando's fighting spirit was very much like a fragile egg smashing onto a hard slab of stone. It easily shattered upon contact with Fernando's palm.

A split second later, there was a rustling sound.

Fernando had turned into a beam of lightning and disappeared. With a sudden flash, he reappeared directly above the Holy Shura Ancestor's head.

"Hah! Take this!"

Confidently, Fernando shouted before he struck his opponent with such astounding force.

His palm strike caused a fierce storm. It also left an enormous crater on the ground where it hit. It spanned ten thousand kilometers in diameter.

A massive cloud of dust rose from the ground towards the sky. It had completely obscured everything around it.

"What the hell?"

Fernando immediately felt that something was wrong right after he delivered his blow. For some reason, his palm missed its target.

Without delay, Fernando released his spiritual sense. In doing that, he found out that his enemy was already five thousand kilometers away into the void.

"He used an instant transfer?" Naturally, he was a bit surprised by this. The Shura's method of transfer was no longer considered a space method. As a matter of fact, it was a method that ignored the

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ing here, Dethy?" he asked. There was a subtle hint of emotion behind the Shura's metallic voice.

"Oh, nothing. I just came here to check on you. For the longest time, I wanted to see what kind of power you got after becoming a slave of the chief gods.

Alas! I'm very disappointed to see you lose to that human. Tut, tut! It seems that you're still a loser even as a slave." The Fiend Ancestor's tone was full of mockery.

Hearing this, the Holy Shura Ancestor snorted. "Humph! You'd better get out of here as soon as possible. Don't think that you stand a chance against me just because of my injuries. Just a single streak of god's power can decimate you on the spot." The Shura stared at him ruthlessly.

"Is that so? You don't look too confident to me. In fact, you seem really nervous." The Fiend Ancestor grinned tauntingly. He didn't seem to care about The Holy Shura Ancestor's threat at all.

While they were talking, Fernando fixed his gaze upon the fiend who just appeared. He was wondering if he had the ability to kill this master.

"If he also has the same powerful method as the chief god's attack, there's no doubt that I'll get killed," Fernando muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Darren and Scott had not been hit by the attack directly because of the protection of the broken jar. But still, the dark gold god's power still had an impact on them. They quickly flew back and landed beside Fernando.

"Old man, we must escape immediately. Now that the fiend is here, we can't fight anymore." Darren told Fernando in a dead-serious tone.