The Eighth Prince's charging power was extremely domineering, like a giant dragon that had been dormant for many years suddenly leaping up.
Dragon Crash!
With unparalleled power and extreme arrogance, a harsh sonic boom sounded in the air, and even thousands of troops would be defeated.
In his opinion, the reason why Ye Fan was able to defeat him just now was entirely due to the power of the wooden sword. Now when competing with pure physical strength, he felt that he was no worse than anyone else.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Ye Fan sneered, waved his right hand and slapped forward, seeming to control the most terrifying power in the world while clapping.
If the Eighth Prince is a giant dragon emerging from the abyss, then Ye Fan's palm is like a sacred mountain from the Nine Heavens Xuan Realm, smashing down hard and bombarding the dragon's head.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise that shook the earth.
With the point of contact between the two as the center of the circle, majestic and endless energy fluctuations burst out. The strong air waves blew both Ruan Hongli and Xiao Li away. Princess Nishang could only stand still by using her inner strength.
The wall of the private room on the top floor of Yipin Kitchen also cracked rapidly, with dense cracks appearing, and there were signs of collapse at any time.
With such a huge formation, the guests on the two floors below naturally felt it, and they were all extremely surprised.
Although martial arts are not prohibited in the imperial city, few people dare to take action in the first-class kitchen.
More importantly, they had just witnessed the Eighth Prince ascending to the top. Could it be that the Eighth Prince had a conflict with someone?
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, a figure was like a kite with its string broken, flying upside down from the top floor, flying thousands of meters in the air and finally falling to the ground, creating a big crater.
The guests in the restaurant stuck their heads out one after another, looked over there, and whispered:
"What kind of bad luck is this? It was blown away so far!"
"Probably the arrogant and arrogant boy from before!"
"It's so miserable. If you offend the Eighth Prince, how can you live a good life?"
"Maybe he'll be maimed directly!"
…
At this moment, the figure in the big pit in the distance struggled to get up.
When everyone saw his appearance clearly, his pupils shrank sharply, his mouth opened wide enough to swallow an egg, and his face showed an expression that looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Eighth...eighth prince!"
"How can this be?!"
There was a huge wave in everyone's hearts, and they were so surprised that they couldn't be more surprised.
You know, this is the imperial city, and even the head of the Twelve Ancient Clan would not dare to make trouble here, let alone beat up the eighth prince.
On the other hand, the Eighth Prince is by no means a weakling. He possesses the realm of Nine Transformations and stands at the top of the pyramid.
Unless he is a true immortal who has transcended tribulations, few people in the same realm can defeat him.
"Who did it?!"
Just when many guests were confused.
Ye Fan left the restaurant in a flash and appeared a thousand meters away, confronting the Eighth Prince from a distance.
Compared to the Eighth Prince's dirty look, Ye Fan's clothes were spotless, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he didn't even break out a drop of sweat.
"Eighth Prince, the outcome has been decided. If you continue to fight, you will be asking for trouble. Just admit defeat!" Ye Fan said lightly, with unparalleled confidence in his tone.
"Boy, what a loud tone! It was just a warm-up, I haven't used my full strength yet, come again!"
The Eighth Prince showed a ferocious look on his face, kicked his legs towards Ye Fan like lightning.
"It's overwhelming!"
In the flash of light and stone, the Eighth Prince kicked out hundreds of legs, and the shadows of his legs were heavy, like a landslide and tsunami pouring down from the Milky Way, sweeping in all directions, covering the world, closing Ye Fan's sight, and it was dazzling.
This overpowering kick is a heaven-level combat skill, unparalleled in strength.
When he just punched, the Eighth Prince was a flying dragon flying out of the abyss, but now, he seemed to have turned into an evil dragon that overturned the river and the sea.
Moreover, his kicks were very tricky, attacking Ye Fan's vital parts such as his eyebrows, eyes, neck, throat, chest, ribs, lower abdomen, knees, and heart.
If another cultivator had been there, he would have been kicked to pieces in an instant, with no bones left.
Seeing such a fierce attack, everyone in the distance exclaimed:
"As expected of the Eighth Prince!"
"Having practiced leg fighting skills to this level, you have reached perfection. If you go to the next level, you will be in the legendary realm of 'Martial Saint'!"
"Hehe... It seems that that kid is dead. Even if he has a spiritual weapon to protect him, he can't withstand such a terrifying attack!"
Most of the onlookers were not optimistic about Ye Fan, thinking that Ye Fan would die under the shadow of his legs in the sky.
However, at this critical moment, Ye Fan remained unmoved at all. His feet were rooted and he stood there like a stone statue. He did not dodge or dodge, letting the overwhelming kicks attack him.
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”
A series of dense gun collisions sounded, like a hail of bullets, shaking the eardrums.
This one-sided bombardment raged for several minutes.
Suddenly, the Eighth Prince retreated, stopped attacking, and breathed heavily.
Such a high-intensity combat attack was also a huge drain on him, and his physical strength dropped sharply.
But he is very confident in his own strength. As long as a monk who has not survived the catastrophe will encounter such a level of attack, his body will definitely be shattered and his body will disappear.
Thinking of this, the eighth prince's lips curved into a smile, and he felt proud in his heart.
At this moment, Ye Fan's voice sounded in his ears: "Is this... your strongest attack?"
"Huh?"
The eighth prince suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Fan, and then the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly, replaced by unconcealable horror.
Looking from a distance, Ye Fan was still standing where he was, standing proudly, without any sign of injury.
The combat skills he tried his best to display seemed completely ineffective against Ye Fan.
How can this be?
Even the body of a true immortal who has survived the catastrophe cannot have such defensive power!
The Eighth Prince was stunned on the spot, with a dull look on his face, and his mind was blank.
Not only him, but everyone watching from a distance was also dumbfounded and couldn't believe their eyes.
However, they never imagined that Ye Fan had the body of heaven, experienced the baptism of the light of destiny, and was tempered by the golden flames of the sun.
The pure physical strength has reached the power of ten thousand dragons, and the defensive power has also reached an incredible level. It is indestructible and even tougher than magical weapons.
Under countless horrified looks, Ye Fan's eyes sternly looked at the Eighth Prince and said coldly: "You try your best, but you can't even break through my defense! Even if I stand still and let you fight, in a hundred years,
You can't do any harm to me!"
"you!!!"
Hearing this, the Eighth Prince seemed to be greatly humiliated, his face turned red with anger, and his whole body trembled.
But he had to admit that what Ye Fan said was correct.
Before, he shamelessly put forward the condition that both parties were not allowed to use spiritual weapons and had to fight hand to hand.
But with Ye Fan's physical strength, no matter what methods he used, there was no hope of victory.
"Ho ho ho... I won't give in!!!"
The eighth prince's eyes were red, his hair stood on end, he looked like a madman, and his face was ferocious.
He is not a loser!
If the opponent were the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation or the Prince Qin Xuance, he would not be so angry.
However, his opponent was just a boy who had reached the fifth level of divine transformation, and he was like an ant in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, this ant suddenly transformed into the Nine Heaven God King, which was enough to suppress him, a real dragon!
That strong sense of gap was like being knocked from the clouds into the mortal world, crushing all his pride.
"This child cannot be kept!"
The eighth prince stared at Ye Fan fiercely, with this thought in his mind.
If Ye Fan is not killed today, his Taoist heart will be flawed, and Ye Fan's cultivation will only get higher and higher in the future. If he wants to win, it will be difficult to reach the sky.
"You brat, you forced me to do this!"
As the Eighth Prince spoke, he took out a blood-red elixir, as big as a sparrow egg, with countless complicated elixir patterns on its surface, which was mysterious and unpredictable.
Even from a long distance, you can feel the extremely powerful energy contained in it, the surging elixir energy overflowing, and the strong dragon power in it.
When Ye Fan saw this, he frowned. He could feel that this elixir was definitely something special. It seemed to be more powerful than the Qiankun Dan he had refined.
"No, this is the Dragon Transformation Pill!"
Princess Nishang immediately recognized the origin of this elixir and exclaimed.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place exploded.
"What? Is this the legendary Dragon Transformation Pill?"
"It is said that this is refined from a drop of the essence and blood of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon King. Only the most physically powerful monks can take it, otherwise there is a risk of exploding and dying! But after taking it, you can transform into a dragon and get a part of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon.
the power of!"
"Such a heaven-level high-grade elixir is the most precious treasure among treasures. Even the royal family doesn't have many of them! Does the Eighth Prince want to use this treasure here? What a waste of natural resources!"
…
Hearing the words of the people around him, Ye Fan's brows furrowed even more tightly, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
The Ancient Heavenly Dragon King is the leader of the dragons. There is only one in every thousand Heavenly Dragons. He is superior to the heavenly high-grade spiritual beasts. He is a holy beast and exists on the same level as the Supreme Immortal.
Although it is only a drop of its essence and blood, it also contains unparalleled divine power, which is definitely not something that mortals can resist.
"Jiu Mei, no matter what you say today, you can't make me change my mind! If I don't kill this kid, I can't vent the hatred in my heart!"
Under the gaze of everyone, the Eighth Prince showed determination and swallowed the Dragon Transformation Pill without hesitation.
"boom!"
The power of the medicine that Pei Ran could not control was injected into his limbs and bones, as if a star was exploding in his body.
"Ahhh!"
The Eighth Prince let out a scream, his facial features were distorted, as if he was suffering from extremely intense pain, and he was in agony.
"Galala...Galala...Galala..."
There was a thunderous movement of muscles and bones in his body, and he grew a lot taller, reaching a height of 2.45 meters. His clothes completely tore apart, revealing a strong body that was cut with knives and axes.
Suddenly, something incredible happened——
Pale golden scales grew on the eighth prince's body, shining brightly under the sunlight.
Two long coral-like horns sprouted from his forehead, somewhat similar to Long Jiaojiao, and his ten fingers turned into sharp dragon claws, as sharp as swords, which seemed to be able to tear apart all things and penetrate all divine weapons.
His eyes were red, glowing with a coquettish, cold, cruel and violent light that made people's scalp numb and shudder.
Although he still maintains his human form, the Eighth Prince at this moment feels to others like an ancient demonic dragon descending into the world, capable of causing havoc on the common people, causing devastation and mourning everywhere.bdshare();