Global Bloodline Awakening: I evolved into a Chaos Demon Ape

"Are you worthy of challenging you?" Fang Zheng sneered, and his words spread hundreds of meters, shocking the people around him speechless.

Fang Zheng was so bold that he didn't even take Fang BuTong seriously and dared to belittle Fang BuTong loudly in public. This was rubbing the face of the second roommate of the Fang family on the ground.

"Okay, okay, okay, then I'll ask you for advice. Look at my ghost claws..."

Fang BuTong's face was gloomy and he laughed angrily. After speaking, his figure flashed, and his five fingers formed into claws and swung towards Fang Zheng with strong demonic power.

"roll..."

Fang Zheng shouted violently, his voice carrying a bit of pressure, and the strong demon power formed a wave of sound and rushed directly towards Fang BuTong.

Fang BuTong's expression changed slightly. This rich demon power was not like what a demon general in the early third level could possess.

The sound was like a powerful current, directly pushing Fang BuTong and Fang Yuan back several meters.

Fang Yuan was even more miserable. He was just a second-level demon, but unlike Fang, a third-level demon general endured Fang Zheng's violent shouts. His internal organs felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and blood spurted out from his five orifices.

"How dare you hurt people..." Seeing Fang Yuan's severely injured look, Fang Buong's anger became even stronger.

Fang Zheng's violent shouting just now also thought that Fang Zheng was practicing a special spell and wanted to use this to scare him away.

Fang BuTong directly flew dozens of meters high in the air, took out his magic sword, poured demonic power into the magic sword, and shouted, "Fang Zheng, do you dare to come and fight?"

"Bofun, if you can take one of my palms, forget about today's matter..." Fang Zheng lowered his eyebrows and sneered. The demonic power gathered in his right palm and he slapped it into the void.

With a "buzz" sound, a huge palm shadow appeared above Fang BuTong, distorting the air below and suppressing the void.

Fang BuTong looked at the palm shadow falling suddenly from above in horror. He clenched the magic sword in his hand and slashed upward with a sword light that was about ten feet long.

With a "bang", before the sword light hit the palm shadow, it was disintegrated by the suppressive force carried by the palm shadow like spring snow melting.

"Impossible, stop me..." Fang BuTong's voice trembled, and he threw out several second-level defense spells to block him.

There was a loud "boom", and the huge palm shadow directly shattered several layers of shields formed by the talisman, and slapped Fang Buong into the ground with one palm, setting off a huge puff of smoke.

Where the palm shadow fell, the surrounding ground shook violently.

"That Taoist friend came to visit our house..."

The moment the palm shadow fell, a hoarse voice shouted loudly, and a stream of light flew out from the Shufa Pavilion, revealing Fang Daoyuan's figure.

Fang Daoyuan was suspended in Fang BuTong's position just now, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's eyes, searching for suspicious people everywhere.

"Uncle from a different clan..." The demon cultivators who had just surrounded Fang BuTong ran toward the palm print in panic, fearing that Fang Zheng would directly kill Fang BuTong.

"Hey, was that you just now?"

Fang Daoyuan was a little surprised and confused, and after a careful search with his spiritual consciousness, he found that there were no other demon generals nearby, except Fang Zheng and Fang Different under the palm print.

"It's me. If Fang BuTong wants to attack me, I'll teach him a lesson..." Fang Zheng responded casually and left without looking back. He didn't have that much time to waste on these emotional battles.

"This..." Fang Daoyuan was obviously stunned when he heard Fang Zheng admit it.

Didn't it mean that Fang Zheng was just a demon general at the early stage of the third level? How could Fang BuTong, who was also promoted to Demon General, be seriously injured with just one palm strike?

"Elder Daoyuan, that elder Fang Zheng actually dared to hurt his uncle, why didn't you stop him?" Fang Yuan, who had calmed down a little, asked loudly with a look of resentment on his face.

"Haha, try to stop him. With my old arms and legs, Fang BuTong can't beat him. Do you think I can still stop him?"

Fang Daoyuan looked at Fang Yuan who was full of resentment, and sighed in his heart, the younger generation of the family is really not good enough.

"Ahem, that guy Fang Zheng actually dared to attack me. I will definitely ask my grandfather to settle the score with him..."

After the smoke dispersed, Fang BuTong, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, shouted, not wanting to lose face in front of everyone.

"Settling the account, if he wanted to kill you, I'm afraid you would have become a corpse by now."

Fang Daoyuan sneered. He thought Fang BuTong was the genius of the family before, but now it seems that he is so unworthy. And Fang Daoyuan, who has been immersed in the demon general for many years, also saw Fang Zheng's passion for taking this palm shadow.

It was neither light nor serious, just enough to slightly injure Fang BuTong, and the damage to nearby things was also controlled within a certain range. The degree of control over the demonic power was simply easy to control.

"Kill me, how dare he..."

Hearing Fang Daoyuan's words, Fang BuTong suddenly felt a chill sweep through his body. How could anyone be so bold in the Fang family's clan? However, thinking that Fang Zheng actually knocked him away with a palm, his heart still trembled involuntarily.

Facing these incompetent juniors, Fang Daoyuan waved his hand and flew directly back to the Shufa Pavilion. He had already said what he should have said, and hoped that they would take care of themselves.

Many demon cultivators carefully supported Fang BuTong and Fang Yuan to rush to Fang Qianqian's cave. If such a big thing happened, they must report it to the second room.

The person who originally selected the spells in the spell pavilion saw clearly the ins and outs of the matter. He originally thought it was a fight between dragons and tigers, but he did not expect that the newly promoted demon general elder was so powerful and suppressed Fang Buong with one palm. .

Soon, the news that Fang Zheng suppressed Fang BuTong with a palm set off a storm in the Ape King Mountain. As soon as the front leg received the news that Fang BuTong was promoted to the demon general elder, the back leg received the news that the demon general at the early stage of the third level could not withstand Fang Zheng's palm. It is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

When Fang BuTong came back, he swore that he had compressed the demon power six times and was promoted to demon general. How could it be a silver wax spearhead?

It's not that the new elder in the seventh room was just a casual cultivator before and was lucky enough to be promoted to a demon general. How could his combat power be so terrifying?

For a time, Fang Zheng's name sparked a lively discussion in the entire Yuanwan Mountain, and many demon cultivators were also curious about how Fang Zheng's second room would react.

Fang BuTong, who was originally in the limelight, was slapped away by someone. The name of the Fang family's top talent has now become a joke, and it is not known whether Fang Qian will show up.

But Fang Qian, who was disturbed while hiding in the cave, looked at Fang BuTong and his gangsters with a gloomy face. His direct grandson was actually beaten.

"Wait a minute, please explain the matter clearly to me, and don't add any extraneous details..."

Fang Qian frowned slightly as he looked at Fang Yuan and Fang BuTong, whose eyes were filled with resentment, and pointed at the other person to tell him to come out.

Fang BuTong was a little unwilling to accept it, and originally wanted to encourage Fang Qian to come to avenge him, but he didn't expect that Fang Qian could see their resentment so carefully...