Chapter 662 (2/2)

Violent shock waves radiated out in all directions from where Fang Xingjian came into contact with the ground. Seething smoke and dust also shot out like many huge dragons.

With this one punch, the world crumbled. This was the result after most of the power was condensed, and there was less than 0.0001% of the power that had leaked out.

With a loud boom , Fang Xingjian’s body exploded completely, turning into a puddle of blood. One could see large pieces of flesh struggling and twisting around in it, as if wanting to regenerate.

The extraordinary golden-armored figure laughed out loud, “Fang Xingjian, you’re a goner!”

With that, another punch came smashing down, and Fang Xingjian’s flesh and blood turned into blood foam.

Boom boom boom boom! Deafening sounds rang out incessantly, and each time, the earth tremored and the mountains and rivers crumbled.

Everyone looked at this scene in great astonishment, seeming to have been shocked speechless by the power displayed by the extraordinary golden-armored figure.

Audrey covered her mouth in disbelief and said, “How could things be like this?”

Xingxing`er wore an extremely shocked expression. “Powerful, too powerful. The power of the six Old Ancestors is really too unfathomable.”

Standing in the distant ruins, Shan He wore a look of despair, as if she found it hard to accept the result that was displayed before her.

Elder Grand quickly rushed over and grabbed her by the arm, wanting to escape.

“Young Miss, run quickly. After Fang Xingjian is dead, the six Old Ancestors will probably come looking for us next.”

Shan He shook her head. The despair in her eyes was now even stronger than before. “Escape? Where to? The six Old Ancestors have immeasurable power. Who will be able to go up against them? Who will be able to shield us from them? There is no longer a place in the world for us now.”

Saying that, she fell limply onto the ground. Her eyes reflected that she was at a loss.

In the short moment that they had paused for, Young Master Lei, Young Master Ye, Young Master Long, and Young Master Meng came crowding around Shan He, looking at her with ridicule.

“Shan He, you really have a good sense of judgement. Do you really think that you can depend on Fang Xingjian?”

“There’s no need to say much to them. We’ll see what the six Old Ancestors have to say later.”

In the distance, Bai Di’s countenance was pale as he stood up, trembling as the great beauty supported him. Sensing the repeated tremors in the ground, the great beauty looked at the extraordinary golden-armored figure, that was 1,000 meters in height, and asked with a shocked expression, “What Divine Armor is this? What a great power.”

“This is the Panwu Heavenly Raiment which Master and my adoptive fathers have been preparing to subdue for the past three years. It contains the great power of the Western Land’s Mountainous Sea Dynasty,” Bai Di said while looking at Fang Xingjian’s body which had been smashed up into fragments. He smiled coldly and continued, “Faced with a power like this, there’s no way that Fang Xingjian can resist even if there are ten of him. This is the true trump card of our six great clans.”

However, at the next moment, a huge shadow fell from the sky.

Starting from an unknown point in time, the entire valley, including the snowy mountains which surrounded it, had all been covered up by the endless shadows.

“Little bug, had enough?”

The extraordinary golden-armored figure’s movements stopped and lifted his head. The endless number of black shadows filled up the entire sky, and it was impossible to see what was there. The other party was far too big in size.

“What’s that?”

After spending an entire second assembling and then shrinking the image of the black shadows into their consciousness, the six Old Ancestors finally understood what they were looking at.

It was Fang Xingjian’s massive body that had a height of over 100,000 meters, seated cross-legged in void space. Fang Xingjian had one hand supporting his cheek while the other placed on his knee. He looked down at the extraordinary golden-armored figure like he was looking at a little ant.

“How can this be?”

The extraordinary golden-armored figure looked back and saw that the pile of smashed flesh he had been blasting at had already gradually taken on Jacob’s appearance.