C943 Another slap!

In terms of comprehensive national power, China had already thrown the shorty far away. In the future of the country, the appearance of a large number of Chinese elites was completely unimaginable for the little devils.

Now, the only martial artist who had the chance to challenge China's authority and dominate the world, had been easily woken up by Zhang Dongcheng's slap!

The empire was finished. It was as if the countdown to the demise of this country was coming to an end. They were running for their lives, and could not stop!

Many of the young ghost martial practitioners were sitting on the ground while crying bitterly. As for the other ghost martial artists, their eyes were filled with a cold light as they lowered their heads.

They were enduring, and they still hadn't given in. The Empire had been sons for thousands of years, and they didn't care about time at all, leaving behind a trace of life for them. They were looking for opportunities to bite!

How could Zhang Dongcheng give them the chance to do so?

When the warriors of China saw it, they all cheered and hugged together in excitement, crazily shouting: "Long live the god of slaughter! Long live China! "

"Long live the god of slaughter!"

Amidst the raging wind, Zhang Dongcheng put both his hands behind his back, slowly moved forward, extended his hands, and beckoned to the half-dead Gong Bendahe in his hands.

"You little devils, before you give up, I'll make them despair!" Zhang Dongcheng looked at the evil spirit warrior beside him coldly and stuffed a Yellow Rank Seven Star Pellet into Gong Bendahe's mouth.

Gong Bendahe, who was about to die, had a strange glow appear on his face. He was close to sixty years old, with many spots on his face, and his body was hunched up, but all of a sudden, his bones made an explosive sound, and his shriveled and relaxed skin looked as though it had returned to its youth, becoming exquisite yet white once again. His bones made explosive noises, and from a height of 1.6 meters, to around 1.8 meters!

His gray hair turned black from the roots and changed bit by bit. Before long, the 50-60 year old man looked like he had been reborn and turned into a 27-28 year old young man!

"What!?" Zhang Sha Shen, why did you save Gong Bendahe? " The Emperor looked at the arena in disbelief, wiping his eyes with all his might.

"What's going on?" Jing Xiaoya, Deng Weiwei, and Cang Jingyamei were all stunned on the spot. No one knew what Zhang Dongcheng was thinking about.

He actually gave a medicinal pellet to Gong Bendahe, and even allowed him to rebirth!

"Killing you once isn't enough! "Come, now that you have the strength from your youth, come again and challenge me!"

Zhang Dongcheng said coldly, not caring at all about Gong Bendahe's sudden increase in strength, and staring at him like a monkey.

Coming back to life from the brink of death, Gong Bendahe experienced the incomparably berserk power in his body and roared out madly!

"God of Slaughter!" You want to use this opportunity to humiliate me, so today I will make you pay the price for your arrogance! "

Right now, Gong Bendahe's strength had more than doubled compared to when he was in his old age. The blood in his heart was boiling hot, and he was completely ignoring everything else.

Rumble rumble rumble!

From afar, the place that Gong Bendahe was at seemed to be boiling over with boiling hot water, it was even like a volcano that had been quiet for a long time, fiercely erupting with countless hot lava, it was so hot that it was scorching hot!

With each step he took, the earth would tremble, causing everyone's hearts to palpitate. Terrifying fissures spread out crazily from his feet, like the prelude to an earthquake. It was incredibly shocking!

Smoke and dust rose in all directions, falling a few inches. All sorts of crushed stones flew everywhere, and a few buildings within the Godly Fusang Society couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed with a rumbling sound.

All the warriors were shocked. This Gong Bendahe's strength had increased by several times, why did Zhang Dongcheng give Gong Bendahe the chance? Was he not afraid of being killed?

"Arrogant, truly arrogant! Teacher will definitely kill this fellow! Teacher will definitely kill this fellow! " He gritted his teeth as he thought, his eyes blood-red.

"Die, before the 2 million Heroic Spirits of the Empire's land, die under my blade!" Gong Bendahe who was in the arena also used all his strength and crazily slashed out. This time, the blade light was more than 200 feet long!

In the eyes of everyone present, it looked extremely bright and crazy. It was as if the wrath of the empire's great god, the descending Sky Law, had struck right at Zhang Dongcheng's head!

"Blade of Fire!" This Lord Sword Saint is giving his all! " The emperor who stood behind the countless police officers who were equipped with explosive shields, had a sinister look on his face. He could not wait to see Zhang Dongcheng playing with the flames and burning himself to death, getting chopped to death by Gong Bendahe's blade!

However, in front of Zhang Dongcheng's extremely cold eyes, he still raised his palm and blasted away the blade beam that would make people speechless. Another huge palm made of flames smashed Gong Bendahe, who was as violent as a mad dog, straight to the ground!

"Rumble!"

With a loud crack, a huge handprint appeared on the hard concrete ground. This time, it was at least 10 feet deep!

As for Gong Bendahe, he was once again beaten until his bones exploded, his entire body was covered in blood, and he laid in the deep pit.

All the cultivators were once again shocked to the extreme …

"Heavens, this Gong Bendahe has returned to his young state, his strength has already risen by two to three times, but he was still smashed to the ground by the Death God's palm!" Some martial artists widened their eyes as they watched in disbelief, their minds a complete mess.

"This is too unbelievable!" Lord God of Death is truly unimaginably strong! " A martial artist screamed.

"I got it, Big Brother Zhang is just playing with Gong Bendahe like a monkey, he wants to let the entire Dwarf Nation know, that even though Gong Bendahe's strength has increased by several times, he is still not a match for his one palm. This is truly letting the little ghost live, it is so painful that he wants to die!"

Jing Xiaoya finally understood what was going on as she shouted while jumping up and down. Her pretty face was flushed red with excitement.

"Heh, I thought that Dongcheng's elder brother was done for and slapped this Gong Bendahe to death, but who would have thought that in order to hurt the little devils' confidence, he purposely increased Gong Bendahe's strength so that he could kill him with one palm. Even the toughest of the warriors would have their confidence crumble and kneel in front of the Dongcheng's elder brother!"

Deng Weiwei had an expression that I had already guessed earlier, as her heart relaxed, and she said this happily.

Cang Jingyamei stood at the side with an indifferent face, and only coldly snorted. "Hmph, these little scumbags, how could they be my master's match? It's not fun to slap them to death once, but it'll be fun to slap them to death a few times!"

Now, no one didn't know what Zhang Dongcheng was thinking. The evil spirit warriors were swaying under their feet, as if they were in a competition. Anyone who saw the despair on their faces would not be able to bear it.

Despair, utter despair!