Chapter 892 - 892: Ye Yuan’s Trump Card!

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: Ye Yuan’s Trump Card!

Chapter 892: Ye Yuan's Trump Card! . . .

"Bai Meng's fleshy body has actually broken through to Tier 8 already. How to fight? Ye Yuan was too impulsive. It was fine if he challenged Yan Shan, he shouldn't have thrown in Bai Meng!"

"With Bai Meng's strength, he can enter the fourth level long ago! It's just that he'd rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, that's why he stayed in the third level. He'll only enter the fourth level when his essence energy cultivation realm breaks through to Phaseless Realm."

"Ye Yuan is already very strong! He carries the dragon race bloodline, and his fleshy body is powerful beyond comprehension. But facing the Tier 8 fleshy body Bai Meng, he can only die aggrieved."

Ye Yuan cut down Yan Shan. This made many people look forward to his showdown with Bai Meng.

But now, facing such a powerful Bai Meng, they could not see the tiniest scrap of chance of Ye Yuan winning at all. nove.lb(In

A streak of fresh blood flowed out from the corners of Ye Yuan's mouth. Clearly, that punch earlier already damaged his insides.

But this bit of injury did not count for anything to Ye Yuan at all. He revolved the Tyrant Dragon Regeneration Art and this bit of injury recovered in a blink of an eye.

Ye Yuan loosened up his body and said with a smile, "Tier 8 is it? A little interesting! At least, it can make me get serious! If you're as weak as that trash just now, that will be too meaningless!"

Bai Meng's expression fell, and he said disdainfully, "Still planning on holding strong? Boy, I'll give you another chance, end your own life. Otherwise, once I make a move, it won't be that easy for you to preserve an intact corpse."

But Ye Yuan said with a laugh, "Looks like you've stayed too long in the third level and became somewhat arrogant and conceited! Enough crap, bring it!"

"Humph! You're courting death yourself, can't blame me for it!" Bai Meng gave a cold snort and suddenly vanished from sight.

Bang!

Ye Yuan was struck flying by Bai Meng once more with a punch!

This time, Bai Meng did not pause. He wanted to dispose of Ye Yuan in one go.

Ye Yuan felt like the bones in his entire body was going to fall apart. He clashed a punch with Bai Meng just now, but the other party's fist was seriously too powerful, making him actually somewhat unable to hold his own.

Bai Meng attacked again. Ye Yuan did not dare to spurn it. Lifting his hand, it was another punch!

Bang!

Ye Yuan was struck flying once more!

The current Bai Meng was just like a war chariot; crushing Ye Yuan frenziedly. Ye Yuan was like a sandbag under his hands, being hit flying around everywhere by him.

But what made Bai Meng depressed was that no matter how he exerted strength, he was unable to thoroughly dispose of Ye Yuan.

The seven stars on his glabella gradually hid from view, turning into clouds of black gas, revolving around Bai Meng.

"Black Demon Tyrannical Martial Fist!"

A horrifying aura reverberated on the fighting arena. Even when separated so far away from Bai Meng, everyone on the grandstand could still sense the might of this punch.

They were all sighing endlessly in their hearts. If Ye Yuan did not go and provoke Bai Meng, maybe he could still hang on for a while.

But now, Bai Meng was enraged!

Under this one punch, Ye Yuan had no chance to be spared.

When Sun Qi saw this scene, his expression could not help changing drastically, and he said to Nalan Chu, "Lord Demon King, this ... what to do about this?"

Nalan Chu's face still had a ghostly pale look but did not panic or lose his head at Ye Yuan's circumstances.

Hearing that, he replied with a smile, "If Bai Meng is only at this level, he's dead for sure. Although I don't know why Ye Yuan dragged until now, this punch should be able to force out Ye Yuan's trump card!"

Sun Qi's expression changed as he looked at Nalan Chu in disbelief.

Could it be that fighting until now, Ye Yuan actually had not brought out his most powerful trump card yet?

In the fighting arena, Ye Yuan drew out the Starmoon Sword neither too quickly nor too slowly. A faintly discernible sword intent started rising in the field.

This sword qi was not strong. It was not as peerless as Bai Meng's move. But it was like a stubborn little grass in the cracks of a rock on a cliff; very tenacious!

"Will ... Soaring ... to the Skies!"

Ye Yuan lightly slashed a sword out, without any flashiness, without the slightest threat. The way the vast majority of the martial artists saw it, it was even somewhat hilarious.

But when the gray-robed middle-aged man at the side of the arena saw this scene, his expression changed!

This sword intent was condensed and did not radiate. But the powerful strength contained within, he sensed it vividly!

Swish!

Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, this sword easily cleaved apart that indomitable fist of Bai Meng's. After that, the remaining force did not reduce, splitting Bai Meng's entire person into two halves!

Bai Meng's corpse that collapsed on the ground still had wide circles for eyes. Clearly, he could not believe everything that happened before his eyes.

He had clearly occupied the absolute initiative, why did he die in a wink of an eye?

"H-How can it be like this? How can this flimsy slash possibly cut down the Tier 8 fleshy body Bai Meng?"

This was what everyone thought at this instant.