Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"This is what happens when you challenge a god without knowing your own limitations!"

The Lord of the Seagod Temple couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw Zhang Yifeng being pierced through by the long dragon of sword energy.

At this moment, he didn't seem like Wen Lan's defeated general, but rather like Wen Lan's fanatical follower.

Whenever he saw someone being humiliated by Wen Lan, he would feel a sense of pleasure.

It felt like it was him, not Wen Lan, who was fighting against Zhang Yifeng.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Hai Wen clenched his fist and looked at Zhang Yifeng, who left a trail of blood in the air, with anxiety flashing in his eyes.

It is a foregone conclusion that Zhang Yifeng is the benefactor of the sea clan.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was actually injured by Wen Lan. This was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.

"Miss Su, you should try to persuade Mr. Zhang."

Hai Wen gritted his teeth, turned around, and spoke solemnly to Su Zhirou who was recovering her magic power not far away.

Just looking at Su Zhirou's calm expression, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

The relationship between Zhang Yifeng and his fellow humans is very good, and he has seen it with his own eyes.

But at this moment, Su Zhirou clearly saw with her own eyes that Zhang Yifeng was pierced by the long dragon of sword energy, but she still had a calm face as she recovered her magic power.

"Senior Hai, just rest assured. Yifeng will not fall to my moves like this."

Su Zhirou noticed the puzzled look on Hai Wen's face and shook her head in reply.

At the same time, in the battle situation above everyone.

The blood that splashed behind Zhang Yifeng actually flowed back into his body in the blink of an eye, and the wounds on his body that were pierced by the long dragon of sword energy also healed in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm... it's just controlling other people's magical attacks, without any blessing?"

Zhang Yifeng groaned.

Just now, Wen Lan used his sword energy to condense a long dragon, which Zhang Yifeng could have easily dodged.

However, in order to better observe the essence of Wen Lan's method, he simply chose to try it out on himself.

The natural result was that he realized that although Wen Lan could control his magical powers, it did not bring any bonus.

In other words, even if Zhang Yifeng could only create a small fireball, such an attack would not be strengthened even if it was intercepted by Wen Lan.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng stretched his body.

"It seems like I'm really going to beat you up with punches and kicks this time."

Zhang Yifeng murmured as he stretched his body.

Naturally, these words did not reach Wen Lan's ears, he just launched an attack on Zhang Yifeng again.

"Idiot, you want to rely on your physical strength to fight against the bloodline of the Sea God?"

"This is in the North Sea. Those who possess the blood of the Sea God are in the deep sea, and the power they can exert is even greater."

Over the years, the Lord of Poseidon Temple has already thoroughly studied the bloodline of Poseidon, and even knows more about this bloodline than most people in Poseidon City today.

The reason why the sea god is given this name is because he has absolute hegemony in the deep sea.

No matter who you are, you can't defeat the sea god in the deep sea.

The moment the confident Lord of the Sea God Temple finished speaking, Wen Lan flashed in front of Zhang Yifeng and punched him.

The power of this punch even caused the entire surface of the deep sea to shake, proving that what the Lord of the Sea God said was true.

In this deep sea, the power of the Sea God's bloodline is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Just when the Lord of the Sea God Temple was looking forward to seeing Zhang Yifeng being severely punished.

However, Zhang Yifeng did not dodge the fierce attack, but instead took the initiative to punch out.

In an instant, the two fists collided head-on, and the terrifying pressure spread to the surroundings with a bang.

The center of the circle where Yifeng and the other person were standing emitted visible vibration ripples.

"How is it possible that someone in the deep sea can take a punch from the bloodline of the Sea God?!"

"What's more, this kid is obviously only at the Immortal Emperor level!"

The Lord of the Seagod Temple looked at the scene in disbelief. The shockwave directly shook him and the water dragon that was suppressing him away.

Several water dragons were shattered on the spot, and the Lord of the Sea God Temple vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his whole breath became even weaker.

Except for him, no one present was affected by the impact.

"Roar!"

Feeling the resistance from the tip of his fist, Wen Lan's cold eyes gradually filled with pure anger.

Accompanied by a low roar, the force from Wenlan's fist continued to increase.

Zhang Yifeng knew that this was the Heart of the Sea in his body, which began to increase its power under the growing anger.

"Is this all the strength you have? This shouldn't be your limit. Give me a little more pressure."

Zhang Yifeng spoke calmly. Even though Wen Lan's strength continued to increase, he still stood like a pine tree.

Perhaps it was this contemptuous attitude that completely angered Wen Lan. The coldness on his face gradually faded away, and an almost insane anger gradually emerged.

The sound of the heart beating violently was clearly heard by everyone present.

Wen Lan's muscles swelled all over his body, and blue scales faintly grew on both sides of his fair cheeks.

In this state, Wen Lan's aura became even more violent.

The sudden surge of force was several times greater than before, and instantly blocked Zhang Yifeng's fist.

There was a loud bang, and Zhang Yifeng's figure flew backwards into the distance.

Wen Lan's rage did not diminish as he chased after Zhang Yifeng's flying body and punched him like a torrential rain.

Every time Wen Lan’s attack landed, an explosion could be heard in the air, and Zhang Yifeng’s figure flew backwards a farther distance.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yifeng fell into a disadvantage in the battle against Wen Lan.

"Ha... I knew that the bloodline of the Sea God is the strongest."

The Lord of the Sea God Temple collapsed to the ground, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Lan who was unilaterally attacking Zhang Yifeng.

Looking at the figure full of destructive aura, his eyes were filled with envy and pride.

Such a powerful Wen Lan at least proved that what he had been pursuing for half his life was not an illusory thing.

"Almost there. This position should be able to subdue you without hurting anyone else."

Suddenly, a whisper reached the ears of the Lord of the Sea God Temple.

His consciousness, which had been somewhat scattered, gathered together again in an instant.

His eyes suddenly widened, he struggled to stand up, and looked at the battlefield farther away.

He desperately poured all the little remaining magic power in his body into his eyes, and finally he could see the battle situation over there clearly.

It seemed that Zhang Yifeng had recovered from the blow without anyone noticing.

At this moment, he was grabbing Wen Lan's fists with both hands, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

"I've let you fight for so long, it's time for me to collect some interest back."

"Your Highness Wenlan, don't blame me for being too harsh when you wake up."

Zhang Yifeng murmured to himself, not caring whether Wen Lan in front of him could understand him.

"Throat! Human race..."

In response, Wen Lan roared unconsciously.