Chapter 413: Battle Against Pan Zhen

413. Chapter 413: Battle Against Pan Zhen

Hehe, they're working together well!

Seeing the two's perfectly coordinated attack, Qianxunji merely smiled faintly and kicked toward Mao Shen.

His kick was so fast that, despite being launched later, it arrived first and struck Mao Shen's chest.

Bang!

Crack!

Mao Shen only felt an unimaginable force surge from his chest, followed by the sound of his ribs breaking.

His whole body was kicked straight back several hundred meters, slamming into the high wall behind him.

At the same time, Qianxunji swiftly threw a punch upward at the giant hammer that the Giant Spirit God was smashing down.

As soon as his fist touched the giant hammer, a tremendous explosive sound burst forth.

However, Pan Zhen and the others saw that Qianxunji's fist, tiny compared to the giant hammer, directly shattered the hammer, sending countless fragments flying outward.

How is that possible?

Seeing this, the Giant Spirit God's eyes filled with shock, but the battle-hardened deity once again fiercely kicked at Qianxunji's head.

Qianxunji's body instantly vanished from the spot, and the next moment he appeared above the Giant Spirit God, lightly stepping on its head.

The Giant Spirit God only felt a tremendous force strike from above; his whole body was driven like a nail into the hard stone slabs of the plaza, leaving only his head exposed.

At the same time, the Giant Spirit God felt an excruciating headache, momentarily unable to see his surroundings clearly.

Blood flowed from his nose, ears, mouth, and eyes.

Blood poured from his seven orifices.

Having dealt with the Giant Spirit God and Mao Shen, Qianxunji moved and stood beside Sun Wukong again.

Silence,

Silence,

The entire plaza and sky suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals gazed at Mao Shen embedded in the city wall, then looked at the Giant Spirit God lodged in the plaza floor, and swallowed.

In the eyes of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, the strength of Mao Shen and the Giant Spirit God was terrifyingly strong, a peak they could never reach in their lifetimes.

Yet the two mighty beings they worshipped were, with a single move from Qianxunji, left severely wounded and temporarily unable to move.

Wuzhao stared blankly at the Giant Spirit God and Mao Shen, also feeling incredulous.

She knew perfectly well the strength of Mao Shen and the Giant Spirit God; they were a bit stronger than her.

She had originally thought that even if Qianxunji were stronger, the Giant Spirit God and Mao Shen joining forces would defeat him within a few minutes.

But she never imagined that Qianxunji would defeat the Giant Spirit God and Mao Shen with a single move, and moreover inflict severe injuries.

Crack!

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from nearby.

Wuzhao turned toward the sound and saw Pan Zhen's hand resting on the armrest; the armrest made of precious metal had been crushed to powder by Pan Zhen's grip.

Pan Zhen's face showed an unimaginable fury.

Seeing Pan Zhen like this, Wuzhao knew he had truly been angered, and to the extreme.

Having lived this long, it was still the first time she had seen Pan Zhen so furious.

Pan Zhen glared down at Qianxunji with his tiger eyes, his gaze full of anger and killing intent, and spoke in a low voice:

"Qianxunji, truly a hero among the young! I never expected you, barely in your fifties, to possess such strength."

"Such strength likely means you have already reached the peak of the Third Generation God Body."

Seeing Pan Zhen's anger, Qianxunji merely replied lightly:

"There's no helping it; this is the result of my diligent, hard training every day for the past fifty years."

"Hmph!" Pan Zhen gave a light snort, then suddenly said:

"Since your strength is so great, do you dare to fight me?"

"What is there not to dare?" Qianxunji raised his eyebrows and spoke firmly and resonantly.

His purpose in this trip was twofold: first, to uphold China's prestige; second, to let Leina truly secure the throne of the Blazing Sun.

And the quickest, best way to achieve that is to defeat Pan Zhen.

Because Pan Zhen is the heaven of the Blazing Sun; over these ten thousand years, moreover, Pan Zhen will revive the declining Blazing Sun, and his prestige within the Blazing Sun even far surpasses that of Leina, the true empress.

Therefore, simply by defeating Pan Zhen, we can make China's prestige echo throughout the Blazing Sun, and furthermore enable Leina to firmly secure the Blazing Sun throne.

And Leina securing the Blazing Sun throne is precisely what Pan Zhen hopes to see.

"Old Qian, no."

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's voice sounded from nearby; he stood up, came to Qianxunji's side, and said worriedly:

"Pan Zhen's strength is tremendous, his combat experience extremely rich; you are simply too young—let me take this on."

"You are the new master god of Earth, and at such a young age you already possess such great power; no one can foresee how strong you will become in the future, so you cannot afford to lose."

Qianxunji listened to Sun Wukong's caring words, saw the genuine concern in his sharp eyes, patted his shoulder, and said:

"Monkey Brother, rest assured, I know my limits."

Sun Wukong looked at Qianxunji's determined gaze, nodded slowly, and cautioned:

"Be careful, safety first; if you really can't manage, call me."

"Mmm!" Qianxunji said:

"A man must act!"

"Haha... you little rascal!" Sun Wukong laughed and slapped Qianxunji's shoulder.

Qianxunji looked up at Pan Zhen, slowly clenched his big hand, and a wholly golden-yellow longsword appeared in his grasp as he shouted lowly:

"Pan Zhen, come down for a fight, let there be a battle between kings!"

In Qianxunji's view, Pan Zhen definitely possesses king-level strength.

After all, a tough guy who can blast open a black hole and casually shatter Karl's phantom must have absolutely formidable strength.

Although he didn't actually injure the Death God Karl, that was merely due to the special nature of Karl's phantom.

In the original story, Pan Zhen's death was truly too dramatic.

"Haha... haha..."

Pan Zhen suddenly laughed twice, slowly rose to his feet, lightly leapt, and flew down from the high sky onto the square, a kilometer away from Qianxunji.

Next, Pan Zhen raised his right hand, and a silver-white long spear suddenly appeared in the air, the God-Slaying Weapon!

Gripping the spear tightly, Pan Zhen pointed it at Qianxunji and said in a deep voice:

"Bring out all your strength, or you'll regret it, for my strength is utterly incomparable to that of Mao Shen and Jiling Shen."

"Good, as you wish!"

Qianxunji's heart stirred, God-Slaying Battle Armor!

The next moment, a golden radiance spread across his body.

After the golden radiance faded, Qianxunji stood on the square wearing golden armor and wielding the Xuanyuan Sword.

Combined with his extremely handsome face and tall stature, at a glance he appeared magnificent and handsome!

An aura of supreme dominance emanated from Qianxunji, as if he were a born sovereign, the overlord of the universe.

Wu Zhao looked at Qianxunji at this moment; although Qianxunji was now an enemy of their Blazing Sun, she couldn't help but praise in her heart: "So handsome, how could there be such a handsome man in the world!"

Pan Zhen looked at the golden armor on Qianxunji's body; with his ten-thousand-year vision, he could see that this set of armor was extremely powerful.

At least, as one of the top civilizations, the Blazing Sun could not forge such precious armor.

Thus, Pan Zhen became even more wary, regarding Qianxunji as an opponent of the same level, and said:

"Let's fight!"

As his words fell, Pan Zhen stepped forward, a burst of explosion sounded where he stood, his body turned into a silver flash, the silver flashed, and he rushed toward Qianxunji to kill.

(End of chapter)