Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 31 Ten Thousand Soul Flags

Several demon men came like the wind. They had different body shapes. Some had wings on their backs, blue eyes and black hair, while others were covered with black hair and were as strong as mountains.

Afterwards, more and more demons gathered from all directions, at least as tall as a mountain, and surrounded Yang Zhu and the others.

"Human boy, have you never heard of the name of my Heavenly Demon Sect?"

The person standing in the front spoke. He was a sturdy man over two meters tall, extremely strong, with a nearly half-meter long green horn on his head, covered with lines, and emitting a strange green light.

"This is our territory. Are you going to go to war with my demon clan?"

One of the purple-skinned men spoke. He was about the same size as a human, but he had a giant tail half a meter long behind him.

He was much more rational than the first burly man and did not threaten him right away because he felt a terrible aura coming from Yang Zhu.

"Hand over the copper ship and I will let you leave safely."

Yang Zhu stood in mid-air, his body surrounded by a divine light, and he had an aloof temperament. Without any movement, he gave people a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand it over yourself. Don't force me to do it!"

Duan De, this guy, although he looks unreliable, he is not afraid at all when encountering problems.

Being chased is just a common occurrence for him. At worst, he can just leave and then find another opportunity to dig up your family's ancestral graves.

"We just discovered the bronze ship not long ago. You guys can't take it away!"

The sturdy man with green horns shouted. He seemed to hate the human race and looked at Yang Zhu and the other man with undisguised disdain.

Yang Zhu didn't waste any more words and rushed out like lightning.

The sturdy man showed no sign of weakness and slammed his foot hard. The powerful force shook the entire valley violently and rocks rolled down.

"How dare you, a human race, fight with your flesh and blood? You don't know whether you live or die."

The big man couldn't help but sneer when he saw Yang Zhu attacking him with both fists. He fought back with the same attack and was extremely confident in his own body.

But when the two fists touched, the strong man's smile suddenly froze. He felt as if a heavy hammer weighing ten thousand pounds was hitting him. It was so heavy that it looked like a sacred iron!

boom!
Yang Zhu's fist was unstoppable, and a powerful force swept over his arm. After a dull thud, the sturdy man groaned in pain, and his arm was shattered by one blow!
"How is it possible? How can the physical fitness of humans be compared with Shi Yuan?"

The strong man's companions were all shocked. They knew the strong man very well. He was a member of the stone monster clan who was famous for his strong body.

I didn’t expect that his arm would be shattered after just one round with the human boy!

Yang Zhu opened his right fist and slapped the opponent on the chest.

puff~
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and the strong man's body became limp like a pool of mud, and was blasted away.

The moment Yang Zhu's seemingly light palm landed on the opponent's chest, it was as if a thousand huge waves were hitting him, shattering all of his internal organs and causing serious injuries.

In one round, just one round, a great demon at the Dao Palace level was beaten without any chance to fight back, and was on the verge of death. What kind of strength is this!
The purple-skinned man and his group looked gloomy and could not utter a word for a long time.

When the other weaker monsters saw this scene, they were filled with shock and felt their scalps tingling and their bodies shivering.

"Leave, or no one will be left behind."

Yang Zhu was dressed in white and looked like a god. There was an irresistible pressure in his tone, and he was intimidating without even getting angry.

After all, he held back when he struck just now. He didn't want to kill anyone for no reason, so it was a warning.

"Oh! You won't be allowed to act recklessly here!"

A man next to the purple-skinned man shouted. He was covered in green feathers and had wings on his back. He was also in the Dao Palace realm and was quite powerful.

After saying that, he rushed out and launched a fierce attack on Yang Zhu. "Don't rush.. Come back!"

The purple-skinned man drank it, but it was too late.

Yang Zhu looked at the man helplessly, pointed his finger forward, and a golden blade over ten meters long took shape, with divine patterns all over its surface. The moment it appeared, the heaven and earth trembled and shook violently.

The golden blade slashed down, moving forward without hesitation, leaving behind an afterimage wherever it passed.

With a slight stabbing sound, the great demon from the Dao Palace realm that rushed up was split into two pieces. The two halves of the body fell from the sky and died on the spot.

Yang Zhu moved lightly, attacking forward, golden divine fire covering his fist, smashing one man to pieces with one punch. When he turned around, he had already arrived in front of another demon...

Yang Zhu was like a killing god, his fist was extremely powerful and overbearing, and with every punch he threw, another cloud of blood mist exploded.

The others were only affected by the aftermath of the fist, and immediately began bleeding from their mouths and noses. They were swept away like fallen leaves, all of them terrified.

"The peerless divine body is actually the holy body of the human race!"

The purple-skinned man recognized Yang Zhu's physique and was shocked. The reputation of the ancient holy body was an existence that all living beings feared.

Yang Zhu was like a dragon entering the sea. Every time he threw a fist, at least one person would be blown away. He was extremely powerful.

Most of the demon clan members are at the Divine Bridge and Other Shore realms, and they can’t even withstand a single move from Yang Zhu.

Some of them offered up magic weapons, but magic weapons of this level were as fragile as white paper in front of Yang Zhu's precious body.

It’s not that they are too weak, but that Yang Zhu is too strong.

He has the blood of an emperor flowing in his body, and his physique is unparalleled in the world. He is favored by the Great Dao and practices the Perfect Emperor Scripture. He once consumed nine Source Eyes of Creation and countless top-level divine materials to temper his body and soul.

Any one of them is enough to shock the world, let alone all of them combined in one!
Even if the other party is also a son of the emperor and is at the same level as him, he cannot pose any threat to him.

Most of these monsters are under the Taoist Palace, and the strongest one has only opened up one divine treasure. For Yang Zhu, dealing with them is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

In a short while, hundreds of monsters were killed by his blow. Some were far away and were shattered by the blood and energy, and had no ability to fight back.

"My god, this kid is so strong!"

Even Duan De couldn't help but tremble with fear when he saw Yang Zhu attack like this, he was really too powerful.

"If I get hit by that palm, I'll be dead or at least have a layer of skin peeled off..."

Yang Zhu's white robe looked as good as new, and he killed hundreds of people in a row without a single stain of blood on his body.

Apart from him and Duan De, there were only the purple-skinned man and two other big monsters left in the field.

They are the strongest among this group of monsters. The purple-skinned man has opened up three divine treasures, and the other two have also opened up two divine treasures each.

The three of them had solemn expressions on their faces. Even though their realms were higher than Yang Zhu's, they felt like a huge rock was hanging over their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Now that things have come to this, we can only fight with all our strength!"

The purple-skinned man knew that he had no way to retreat, so he shouted loudly and swung his hand to throw out a broken banner with black mist rising from it.

The tattered red flag was nearly two meters tall. The pole was made of a pitch-black gold that was covered in rust and glowed with a cold light.

A blood-red rag was hung above, with many strange scarlet patterns engraved in blood.

The tattered red banner was surrounded by black mist, and black gas kept coming out of it. From time to time, a dark red ghost would emerge from the black mist, let out a shrill wail, and then be pulled back into the mist by a strange force.

(End of this chapter)