Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"This is the fate of challenging the gods without knowing one's own strength!"

The Lord of the Sea God Temple couldn't help laughing as he watched Zhang Yifeng being pierced through by the long dragon of sword energy.

At this moment, he didn't look like a defeated general under Wen Lan, but rather like a fanatic believer of Wen Lan.

As long as he saw someone being defeated by Wen Lan, he would feel a sense of pleasure.

It felt like it was him, not Wen Lan, who was fighting Zhang Yifeng.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Hai Wen clenched his fist and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was leaving a blood flower behind him in the air, with anxiety flashing in his eyes.

It was a foregone conclusion that Zhang Yifeng was the benefactor of the sea clan.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was actually injured by Wen Lan, which was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.

"Miss Su, you should persuade Mr. Zhang."

Hai Wen gritted his teeth and turned back, saying solemnly to Su Zhirou, who was recovering her magic power not far away.

Just looking at Su Zhirou's calm expression, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Zhang Yifeng and his people had a very good relationship with each other, which he saw with his own eyes.

But at this time, Su Zhirou saw Zhang Yifeng being pierced by the long dragon of sword energy, but he was still calmly recovering his magic power.

"Senior Hai, just rest assured, Yifeng will not fall under his moves like this."

Su Zhirou noticed the puzzled look on Hai Wen's face and shook her head in reply.

At the same time, in the battle above everyone.

The blood that Zhang Yifeng splashed behind him actually flowed back into his body in an instant, and the wound on his body that was pierced by the long dragon of sword energy also recovered in an instant.

"Well... just controlling other people's magical attacks, without any blessing?"

Zhang Yifeng groaned.

Just now, Wen Lan used his sword energy to form a long dragon, and Zhang Yifeng could have easily avoided it.

However, in order to better observe the fundamentals of Wen Lan's method, he simply chose to try it out on himself.

The result was naturally to realize that although Wen Lan could control his magical powers, there was no bonus.

That is to say, even if Zhang Yifeng could only throw a small fireball at the minimum, such an attack would not be strengthened even if it was intercepted by Wen Lan.

With this thought, Zhang Yifeng moved his body.

"It seems that I will really wake you up with punches and kicks this time."

Zhang Yifeng murmured while moving his body.

Such words naturally could not reach Wen Lan's ears, and he just attacked Zhang Yifeng again.

"Stupid, you want to rely on your physical strength to deal with the blood of the Sea God?"

"This is in the North Sea. Those with the blood of the Sea God are also in the deep sea, and the power they can exert is stronger."

Over the years, the Lord of the Sea God Temple has already studied the blood of the Sea God thoroughly, and even knows more about this blood than most people in the Sea King City today.

The reason why the Sea God is called this is because he has absolute hegemony in the deep sea.

No matter who it is, no one can defeat the Sea God in the deep sea.

The moment the confident Seagod Lord finished speaking, Wen Lan flashed in front of Zhang Yifeng and punched him.

The power of this punch even caused the entire deep sea surface to vibrate, which shows that what the Seagod Lord said is true.

In this deep sea, the power of the Seagod bloodline is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Just when the Seagod Lord was looking forward to Zhang Yifeng being severely beaten.

But Zhang Yifeng did not dodge the fierce attack, but took the initiative to punch him.

In an instant, the two fists collided head-on, and the terrifying pressure rushed to the surroundings with a bang.

The center of the circle between Zhang Yifeng and the two people emitted visible vibration ripples.

"How could anyone in the deep sea be able to take a punch from the Sea God bloodline?!"

"What's more, this kid is obviously only at the Immortal Emperor Realm!"

The Sea God Temple Master looked at the scene in disbelief. The shock wave directly shook him and the water dragons suppressed by him away.

Several water dragons were shattered on the spot, and the Sea God Temple Master spurted a large mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his whole breath became even weaker.

Except for him, no one present was affected by the impact.

"Roar!"

Feeling the resistance from the fist, Wen Lan's cold eyes gradually rose with pure anger.

Accompanied by a low roar, the force from Wen Lan's fist continued to increase.

Zhang Yifeng knew that this was the Heart of the Sea in his body, and it began to increase its strength under the growing anger.

"Is this all the strength? This should not be your limit. Give me a little more pressure."

Zhang Yifeng spoke in a calm voice. Even though Wen Lan's strength continued to increase, he still stood like a green pine.

Perhaps this contemptuous attitude completely angered Wen Lan, and the coldness on his face gradually faded, and a nearly crazy anger gradually condensed.

The sound of the violent beating of the heart was clearly heard by the people present.

Wen Lan's muscles swelled all over his body, and blue scales grew faintly on both sides of his fair cheeks.

In this state, Wen Lan's momentum became even more violent.

The sudden surge of force was several times greater than before, and instantly blocked Zhang Yifeng's fist.

There was a bang of breaking through the air, and Zhang Yifeng's figure flew backwards directly into the distance.

Wen Lan's rage did not diminish, and he directly caught up with Zhang Yifeng's body flying backwards, and his fists fell like a storm.

Every time Wen Lan's blow fell, a sound of air explosion could be heard, and Zhang Yifeng's figure also flew backwards a farther distance.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yifeng was at a disadvantage in the battle against Wen Lan.

"Ha... I knew that the Poseidon bloodline is the strongest."

The Lord of Poseidon Temple collapsed on the ground, but the corner of his eye was fixed on Wen Lan who was beating Zhang Yifeng on all sides.

Looking at the figure full of destruction, his eyes were filled with envy and pride.

Such a powerful Wen Lan at least proved that what he had been pursuing for half his life was not an illusory thing.

"That's almost it. This position should be able to subdue you without hurting others."

Suddenly, a whisper came into the ears of the Lord of Poseidon Temple.

His consciousness, which was still somewhat scattered, regrouped in an instant.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he tried his best to push himself up and look at the battlefield further away.

Desperately pouring all the little mana left in his body into his eyes, he finally saw clearly the battle situation over there.

I saw that Zhang Yifeng had recovered from the severe beating at some point.

At this moment, he was grabbing Wen Lan's fists with both hands, with a faint smile on his lips.

"You've been fighting for so long, it's time for me to collect some interest."

"Your Highness Wenlan, when you wake up, don't blame me for being too harsh."

Zhang Yifeng murmured in his mouth, regardless of whether Wen Lan in front of him could understand or not.

"Throat! Human race..."

Wen Lan roared unconsciously in response.