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Now, who is the trash?

"What's going on?" The disciples of the Ming-Yue Peak who were sleeping soundly all woke up, only feeling that the tables and chairs were wildly swaying about.

"What happened? Could it be that there was an earthquake? " The Ming-Yue Peak disciples only felt the entire ground suddenly shake as an intimidating pressure shot up from all directions and pressed down on everyone.

"Steel Arms Fist!"

The man in black suddenly threw out a punch, his entire arm was like a steel, and his fist contained a terrifying energy that could shake heaven and earth. The sound of his fist tearing through the air was like the wailing of ghosts, making people believe that this punch was solid, that even a mountain would be smashed to pieces.

This is Du Zunfeng's Profound Eight Star Martial Skill, tempering his body like steel, relying on his own strength to explode out a terrifying attack!

"Brat, you're very arrogant. You're the most arrogant person I've ever seen. You dare to speak such sarcastic words in front of so many people like us? Now, you dare to take a punch from me?" The black-clothed man looked at Zhang Dongcheng in disdain, and laughed with a face full of ridicule: "Do you believe that this punch of yours could turn you into dog shit?"

"Why did I have to take your punch?" Zhang Dongcheng smiled indifferently, as if he did not care about this black clothed man's punch that was as strong as sparks hitting the earth.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa!" Four slapping sounds could be heard!

His vision blurred, and Zhang Dongcheng seemed to have moved, but upon closer inspection, Zhang Dongcheng was still standing there, calm and composed. However, the black-clothed man only felt a burning sensation on his face, and then, he touched it, and felt a large amount of blood.

As for the other people, their expressions slightly changed, but none of them could clearly see what was going on. They only vaguely saw Zhang Dongcheng's figure suddenly move, and the black-clothed man's face began to swell like a balloon, and even some of the blood in his nose was sent flying!

Zhang Dongcheng instantly slapped the black-clothed man four times!

No one could even see how Zhang Dongcheng had attacked!

At this time, the black-clothed man's fist power shot out, heavily smashing into the ground, causing the entire ground to shake and tremble. A seven or eight foot deep crater appeared!

"Not bad, not bad, punch a deep hole in it!" If I kill you later on, I won't have to dig a hole to bury you all! " Zhang Dongcheng clapped his hands and laughed.

"F * ck, take this punch of mine if you dare!" The black-clothed man was furious to the extreme as he punched towards Zhang Dongcheng with his iron fist!

This punch fully unleashed the terrifying strength of a one star War Emperor. It was both ruthless and fierce, as though it could shatter space and destroy everything!

That brat would definitely be sent flying with a single punch!

Everyone thought so with certainty.

"Alright, I'll take your punch!"

Zhang Dongcheng gave a clear whistle, and his palm suddenly shot forward!

"Decapitation Dragon's Eighteen Palms, see the dragon in the field!"

Following this roar that was as mighty as a dragon, Zhang Dongcheng's right hand turned into a palm, and fiercely smashed towards the fist that was rushing over in a crazed manner. The force of the palm exploded with an endless, terrifying aura, causing the entire space to clink under the might of this palm, as though it was going to collapse in the next moment.

Zhang Dongcheng's right palm, which had already completely turned into a fire dragon, rumbled towards the dragon's roar that shook the sky, and violently collided with the black-clothed man's fist!

"Boom!"

The fist and palm collided, causing a series of explosions in space. The ground was a mess from the crazy impact!

The might of the black-clothed man's fist was instantly reduced to nothingness by Zhang Dongcheng's palm strike. The fist force that was as violent as thunder suddenly disappeared, as though it had vanished into thin air!

What!

Realizing that his guess was entirely wrong, the black-clothed man's fist stopped right in front of Zhang Dongcheng. Zhang Dongcheng's palm gently pressed onto the heavy fist as though he was at ease and at ease.

Isn't that kid a battle disciple? How could he possibly block the attack of War Emperor with one palm strike?

Everyone was stunned on the spot. They felt like their eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

"Hmm?" Zhao Dongfang's expression changed greatly. He did not expect Zhang Dongcheng to block this punch so easily, and furthermore, the black-clothed man was twisting his body with all his might. He wanted to pull out his fist to hit again, but it was as if he was held back by an iron hoop, unable to pull out even if he died.

"Du Zunfeng, is this how I am?" Zhang Dongcheng easily grabbed onto the fist of the black-clothed man, his face carrying a playful expression as he slowly turned over. The black-clothed man's face suddenly became deathly pale, his entire face twisted, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he howled miserably like a pig that was being butchered.

"Now, I'll formally inform all of you. If you come, don't even think about leaving!" Zhang Dongcheng swung his hand, and the two hundred kilogram black-clothed man flew up into the air as if he was riding a cloud. Then, he fiercely smashed his fist into the face of the falling black-clothed man!

"Boom!"

Bang!! With an explosive sound, countless blood sprayed out, and the black-clothed man's head was smashed by Zhang Dongcheng's fist. The headless body flew several tens of meters, and smashed onto a piece of mountain rock.

"Ding! Player Zhang Dongcheng has killed one star War Emperor. Obtained 5 million experience points!"

"Ding! Player Zhang Dongcheng's current experience points: 17.6 million/100 million!"

A one star War Emperor is five million experience. If I were to kill dozens more, I would be able to level up again!

Zhang Dongcheng's incomparably cold eyes once again landed on their faces.

"Hiss!"

Everyone could not help but take in a breath of cold air. That black-clothed man had the cultivation of a one star War Emperor.

Impossible, this is impossible!

Even if it happened right in front of their eyes, no one would dare to believe it. The trust they had built up over the past tens of millions of years had completely collapsed.

"Then, who else?" Zhang Dongcheng slowly wiped the blood off his fist and looked at the dumbstruck people, laughing softly.

This chuckle was like a thunderclap that exploded in everyone's hearts. They could not help but take a step back!

When that short guy saw Zhang Dongcheng's gaze falling on him, he actually felt a trace of fear and trepidation in his heart. It was only a simple move on the part of Zhang Dongcheng, who he had just called a trash, that caused him to be scared to the point that he didn't dare to make a sound, and secretly shrink to the side.

Zhang Dongcheng shook his head, then asked the short man: "Just now, you were calling me trash?"

His face turned green and white, and he unconsciously turned to look at Zhao Dongfang. His eyes were filled with the intention of Master Zhao saving him, but in the face of Zhang Dongcheng's question, he did not even dare to answer!

Zhao Dongfang flew into a rage and scolded: "We are all Heaven Shaking Sect disciples, how dare you kill someone? "I must report this to the elder!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards him, accompanied by a crisp sound!

"Pah!"

Yet another slap on the face!

After knocking the little shorty to the ground with a slap, Zhang Dongcheng activated his Obscure Shadow Avatar and suddenly appeared in the air. He appeared beside the young master of the Zhao Family without even looking at him, and only stepped on his head and said disdainfully, "It looks like you called me trash just now? Then, who is the trash now? "