Supreme Emperor Dan

Sadly, your opponent is me!

Spiritual energy surged, and their bodies clashed!

The two figures clashed violently against each other. Each and every one of their attacks was filled with a biting cold killing intent, and the sound of air exploding could be heard.

The scene suddenly became strangely anxious.

It was just that although the scene was anxious, Yang An was extremely shocked in his heart.

He knew that Qin Ming's fleshly body was extraordinary, even a little stronger than Yang Tian.

But only when they met force with force did they feel just how tyrannical Qin Ming's body was.

Every collision gave him the illusion of hitting an indestructible rock.

The most important thing was that Qin Ming's attacks did not slack at all, his punches and kicks were extremely decisive, and he did not need any time to think.

It was as if … It was as if they were acting on instinct!

Of course, Yang An did not know that above the sea of lightning, Qin Ming had battled against countless Thalidomide s. Adding his experience from his previous life, it was enough for him to perfectly control his own strength.

During his constant collisions with Yang An, Qin Ming only felt that his body was extremely weak.

It was as if the power he had held back for so long had finally been vented.

The fleshly body pursued and the Dharma Idol followed suit.

There was no buffer between the two of them when attacking, and in the most forceful collision, Yang An only felt his palm going a little numb, as if a cold current was corroding his body.

Just because he did not use the Golden Crow's flames, did that not mean that Qin Ming did not know how to use the Power of Nine Serenities!

With every collision, the Power of Nine Serenities was like a tide that surged towards Yang An.

Although it was very difficult to inflict a large amount of injuries on Yang An in one go, but with the accumulation of damage, Yang An's body unconsciously slowed down by a few degrees. (TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU))

In the instant that Yang An's body stiffened, Qin Ming's offense became violent!

As if he had been waiting for this for a long time, his powerful and heavy punch had only just been struck, causing Yang An to retreat half a step.

This was not all, on the Dharma Body behind Qin Ming, a snake-like shadow, which had been dormant for a long time, revealed its sinister fangs, suddenly flashing out and pouncing straight towards Yang An's ten feet long Dharma Idol.

Even Yang An did not expect that in such a short period of time, Qin Ming would actually grasp the opportunity and unleash his ultimate attack!

However, he was definitely not someone who would be trampled on by others. The moment the snake appeared, the ten meter tall Dharma Idol began to burn with an extremely strong golden flame. In an instant, his aura surged.

The dashing serpent shadow was roasted by the golden flames, revealing a slight flaw in its originally deadly attack.

Yang An didn't hesitate at all as the image of the Golden Crow appeared in his palm and he sent it straight towards the snake shadow!

Qin Ming had already planned for a long time, how could he waste such a chance?

A light flashed in his eyes and his palm turned pitch black.

No, it would be more accurate to say that it was an extremely shallow layer of Netherworld Flame that completely covered Qin Ming's palm, and directly headed straight for his heart!

"Scram!"

Yang An who was about to slap the snake that was attacking him to death suddenly felt the threat of death.

He immediately noticed that Qin Ming's hand had already been dyed pitch black by the Netherworld Flame, and roared angrily. He had no choice but to forcefully change the trajectory of his attack, wanting to block Qin Ming's attack that was about to hit him.

Qin Ming's eyes were cold, the power in his hands was not the least bit weak.

"Sssii."

Qin Ming's palm collided with Yang An's palm, who changed his attack in a hurry, and the Golden Crow's shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if boiling water met ice, and its voice resounded.

Instantly,'s eyes were filled with deep shock.

It was not only because of the tyrannical sudden strike from Qin Ming, but also because of the incomparably terrifying power of frost!

"Explode!"

In the moment of life and death, Yang An's face revealed a hint of lament, as he roared out explosively, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Behind him, the ten-meter long Dharma Idol that was about to be bitten by the snake suddenly exploded!

An extremely strong explosion resounded and a terrifying spiritual energy exploded.

The surrounding air seemed to have been completely sucked out, creating a sky-shattering explosion that continuously lingered in the air.

Qin Ming's palm had already imprinted itself onto Yang An's chest and was about to pierce through his heart. However, the incomparably terrifying explosive force was so strong that he had no choice but to retreat.

"Consider yourself lucky."

In Qin Ming's hands, the Netherworld Flame slowly disappeared, returning to its slender and fair appearance.

However, anyone who saw Qin Ming use his deathblow previously would not dare to underestimate him.

"Heh …" "Haha …"

Yang An's mouth revealed traces of blood as he lowered his head to look at his chest.

On his chest, a burnt black palm print was very clear. Even his flesh and blood had been corroded, and his ribs had been fractured. He was only a short distance away from touching his heart.

For cultivators who had not reached the Tongxuan realm, the human heart was a dead end for the vast majority of people.

If not for him sensing the danger of death at the last moment and decisively detonating his Dharma Body, he would have already died at the hands of Qin Ming.

Even so, the pain in his chest and the broken ribs still made him feel extreme pain.

For the strong, pain was never something they could endure.

What really made people unable to endure was the effect it had on one's battle prowess!

After this attack, his strength had been greatly reduced.

Yang An looked at Qin Ming with his blood-red eyes, the blood red in his eyes was extremely obvious.

"Good, good, good!"

Suddenly, Yang An looked at Qin Ming and said loudly.

His voice was hoarse, like the breath of a venomous snake.

"I've underestimated you. I never would have thought that I would meet a genius like you."

At that moment, even Yang An had to admit that Qin Ming was outstanding.

He was decisive in killing and knew how to make use of his advantages. It could even be said that he was scheming deeply.

He was sure that Qin Ming had been preparing that killing blow from before.

If not for the intuition he had developed in the face of life and death, perhaps he really would have died at Qin Ming's hands.

Such a young genius, no matter if it was his own strength or his battle prowess, was outstanding to such an extent. Any other sect would've been looking forward to such a talent.

But now, Yang An only wanted to kill Qin Ming personally.

It was not only because of his anger, but also because of the physical body and power that Qin Ming possessed.

After he took Qin Ming away, everything that Qin Ming grasped in his hands, as well as his young body, would all belong to him!

Wasn't the reason why he had been gathering the spirit seed for so long to exchange his flesh and form in the Ten Thousand Thunderbolt Prison Realm?

"However …"

With that, Yang An's voice became low and deep, his eyes looking at Qin Ming with unfriendly eyes.

"The mistake is that your opponent is me!"

Yang An's chest, which was originally bleeding, suddenly stopped.

Not only that, Yang An's body also started to stir.

No, it would be more accurate to say that Yang Tian's body that was occupied by Yang An had suddenly become extremely shriveled.

It was as if his flesh and blood had been completely drained by some kind of power. However, the divine light in Yang An's eyes suddenly flared up!

It was as if all the strength in his body had been gathered at one point.