Zhu Hong was not in a hurry to attack. At this moment, Zhongli was already in his eyes. If he wanted to fulfill the prince's instructions, it would be better for Zhongli to still have the strength to fight back.

Zhongli stared at Zhu Hong's eyes. Seeing Zhu Hong's expression, he recalled Zhu Hong's performance just now and felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

Zhu Hong wants to kill himself!

Zhu Hong's strength just now was completely trying to avoid his own life. If he hadn't tried his best to avoid the front line, he would have been successful.

At this moment, Zhongli's steps were a little sloppy, his face was scary, but he was extremely calm. With his current strength, it was impossible to compete with Zhu Hong, so he could only try it out with the loss foundation.

He put his hands behind his back, and a water dragon quietly condensed, which was also the only Taoist technique he knew now.

Zhu Hong was not aware of it, and slowly approached Zhongli with a grim smile, looking at Zhongli, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhongli slowly moved to the right and headed towards the edge of the platform.

"Young Master, if you want to blame me, you're too arrogant. Death!" Zhu Hong approached Zhongli and whispered.

Then, Zhu Hong made an instant move, and a light blade condensed by Taoist force was hidden in the palm of his hand, stabbing directly into Zhongli's chest. Looking elsewhere, it was like his palm slapped at Zhongli.

Zhongli used all his strength to dodge to the right, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to fight Zhu Hong's right palm.

A water dragon hovered up along the light blade and exploded in Zhu Hong's palm.

Zhu Hong screamed and injured his right arm by the two explosions of Taoist techniques.

Zhongli fell to the ground, a wisp of blood flowed out of his right hand, and he was injured by a palm against Zhu Hong.

Supporting his feet getting up from the ground, Zhongli's face turned gloomy. He consumed 30% of his Taoist power to condense a water dragon, which was only a minor injury to the other party.

However, in an instant, Zhongli's expression changed.

It seemed like something was about to come out of his body, and the surging power came from his body. At the same time, it seemed that an invisible shackle was imprisoning it, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Is the remnant soul of the big monster still there?" Zhongli thought of the first thing he had about was the big monster lurking in his body before.

However, when I watched it dissipate with my own eyes, how could I still have strength in my body?

Zhu Hong was injured by Zhongli, and roared angrily, rushed towards Zhongli, interrupting Zhongli's thoughts.

Zhongli hurriedly avoided, and his Taoist power was circulating to resist the force that Zhu Hong hit.

"Earth crack slash!" Zhu Hong missed a blow, shouted, his hands formed a knife, and he rushed forward fiercely.

Zhongli's expression changed and he hurriedly rolled to the side.

Immediately, a thick stream of Taoist energy was spewing out at the place where he was standing, and the platform made of spiritual wood broke inch by inch from Zhu Hong's slash.

The platform lost its support and fell to the other side.

Zhongli's feet sank and he hurriedly maintained his balance.

Zhu Hong ignored it and ran to Zhongli in a few steps. A void blade condensed in the palm of his hand and slapped it at Zhongli.

Zhongli was still lying on the ground at this time. Facing Zhu Hong's palm, he could only raise his arm to block it, and the Taoist force in his body kept urging.

However, as the Taoist power was consumed, Zhongli felt that the mysterious power in his body was struggling more violently, but the power of the invisible shackle became stronger.

The two forces clashed in the body, making Zhongli's face turn pale.

Zhu Hong's palm was already slapped on Zhongli's arm, and Zhongli's arm sank.

The light blade in Zhu Hong's palm almost touched Zhongli's eyes, and a trace of it could pierce Zhongli's eyes.

However, Zhu Hong's actions were very concealed, and no one else noticed anything wrong. Dragon God seemed to have noticed it, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Zhu Hong's face was ferocious and pressed down hard, trying to stab the blade condensed by Taoist power into Zhongli's eyes.

At this moment, Zhongli's power was gone and he was almost exhausted. He saw that his power was gradually weakening.

Zhu Hong's face was happy and was about to complete the matter of what the prince explained to him in one go, but looking at Zhongli's eyes, he suddenly found that a silver light flashed through Zhongli's eyes.

In an instant, the air was filled with light, and a subtle silver chain appeared, flashing from Zhu Hong's right hand.

Everyone in the audience looked at the sky in confusion, wondering how thunder could be made in this place.

However, the Dragon God on the stage stared at Zhongli with a glimmer of divine lights in his eyes.

Zhu Hong wanted to continue suppressing Zhongli, but looked down and found that the end of his right arm was gone, and a large amount of blood was gushing out.

It was not until this moment that Zhu Hong felt the pain, screamed heart-wrenchingly, and stood up.

When they saw Zhu Hong's situation on the stage, the prince and Zhao An's faces changed drastically. None of them saw clearly how Zhongli cut off his palm.

Zhongli stood up from the ground and coughed violently. He had little power left in his body and his body was also weak. The two forces in his body were still attacking each other.

Zhongli's face was stained with blood, which was just shed by Zhu Hong.

Zhu Hong picked up the broken palm and ran off the stage wildly, his face full of pain. Seeing Zhongli's expression full of fear, his previous arrogance disappeared.

"What was that just now..." the emperor murmured. He only saw a silver divine chain flashing away, and only felt a breath of ancient prehistoric times coming, and then something happened.

However, the aura came and went quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he had no way to investigate.

The Dragon God sat on the throne with his eyes flashing.

Seeing Zhongli on the stage's weak look, Dragon God snorted lightly and did not look at him again.

Zhong Yun and Lu Yuan ran to the stage quickly and held Zhong Li. Lu Yuan sent the thorn force into Zhong Li's body.

With the nourishment of this Taoist power, Zhongli felt the strange power in his body slowly fading away and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, two forces were fighting in his body, which made him feel like his body was about to explode.

Lu Yuan helped Zhongli down the stage. Zhong Yun stood on the stage with a cold face and stared at the prince.

The prince looked calm and looked at Zhong Yun.

After a moment, Zhong Yun snorted lightly and walked off the stage.

Zhongli was supported by Lu Yuan and sat directly on Zhong Yun's seat. At this moment, he was seriously overdrawn and even felt difficult to walk.

Seeing his son's appearance, Zhong Yun's eyes became even more angry and said in a deep voice to Zhu Hong's father: "Zhu Xingyun, you have raised a good son!"

Zhu Xingyun smiled awkwardly and did not respond. Zhong Yun's status was much higher than that of him. Although he had the support of the prince, he did not dare to oppose the other party on the surface.

"Haha, the right ones are angry. On the ring, there is no eyebrow on the fist and foot, so you will inevitably be injured. Besides, Brother Zhong is not a big deal, and Zhu Hong was cut off one hand." The prince said, with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"It's not a big deal!" Zhong Yun could no longer control the anger in his heart, and his voice was cold, "Your Highness, I hope you will be as you said!"

The prince's face also turned cold. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the emperor.

"Okay! My dear friends, just an accident, don't forget what day it is!"

Zhong Yun was angry, but the emperor had already spoken and could no longer do anything. He sat down angrily.
Chapter completed!