"Hiss" Seeing that the Duke of Netherworld was punched by Wang Chen, the guards around him took a breath and their fear was even more serious. The eyes of Wang Chen were as if they were looking at monsters. This person was so terrifying!

The arm where the Duke of Netherworld collided with Wang Chen was severely damaged, and the severe pain made him unable to support his body with his right hand.

With his left arm barely standing up, the Duke of Netherworld was undulating violently, his breathing was heavy, his purple hair became chaotic, and his mouth was covered with blood. His momentum was much weaker than before.

"Cough cough" The blood in the body surging, and the Duke of Netherworld couldn't help but cough.

Looking at the embarrassing Duke of Netherworld, Wang Chen smiled slightly and said, "Can you still take my second punch?"

The Duke of Netherworld did not answer, stared at Wang Chen with his eyes tightly, and was extremely shocked. The power in Wang Chen's punch just now was too strong, giving him an irresistible feeling.

It is hard to imagine that it is the power that a soul sanctuary can possess, which makes him, a Conra unable to resist.

The first punch was to cause him severe damage. Can he still catch the second punch? The Duke of Netherworld began to doubt it.

The second punch is obviously stronger than the first punch, but the first punch makes him so embarrassed. If he takes the second punch again, he will only be even more embarrassed and his injuries will be even worse.

"Do you still want to accept it?" The Duke of Netherworld began to hesitate and aroused his desire to retreat in his heart.

Seeing that the Duke of Netherworld was silent, Wang Chen knew that he was afraid and joked: "Master Duke shouldn't dare to take the second punch, right?"

Hearing Wang Chen's sarcastic words, the Duke of Netherworld looked very ugly, and he was embarrassed and angry, and wanted to bite the bullet and refute, but when he saw Wang Chen's unkind gaze, he immediately swallowed up what he wanted to say, but just snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

"Dude, are you ready? This time I will use the 100,000-year soul bone technique. You should prepare well. Otherwise, I am afraid that I can't control my strength and will beat you to death directly." Wang Chen chuckled, with a teasing look on his face.

His words were not to intimidate the Duke of Netherworld. After he used the Titan Giant Ape's left arm bone skill, the destructive power of that punch was definitely not something that the Duke of Netherworld, a sensitive soul master, could handle. If he did not control his strength well, it would be very likely to kill the Duke of Netherworld with one punch.

"Don't be too arrogant. I really don't believe that you can't even catch your second punch." The Duke of Netherworld was completely angry by Wang Chen's contemptuous words and glared at Wang Chen.

Reason told him that it would be better not to take the second punch, but how could he endure such insults? He was sure to take the second punch.

"You will know whether you can hold it or not." Wang Chen smiled badly, and after saying that, the yellow light flashed in his left hand, and a powerful energy fluctuation was coming out, and a terrifying force was brewing in the fist.

At this time, an energy vortex appeared in Wang Chen's left hand, and he was frantically absorbing the earth elements in the ground. As the earth elements gathered, the gravity around him increased, and everyone felt that their bodies had sunk, as if they were suddenly carrying a hundred kilograms of rock.

The space where Wang Chen's left fist is slightly distorted, and he is unable to withstand the power he has accumulated.

The Duke of Netherworld's hair was standing upside down and his pupils were tightened. He felt a fatal threat from Wang Chen. This feeling was particularly strong. He had no doubt that if he was really hit by this punch, he would definitely die.

"How could he have such a terrifying skill?" The Duke of Netherworld was shocked. Now his heart was filled with fear. His body was trembling uncontrollably under this force, his limbs were weak, and it was difficult to move.

Zhu Zhuqing's face changed, worried that Wang Chen would not be able to control his strength and kill her father inadvertently. Although she had a bad relationship with her father, it was her father after all, and she was connected with blood. She could not have watched him die in front of her.

"Wang Chen, don't kill my father," Zhu Zhuqing shouted anxiously.

Wang Chen turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a reassuring look at her. The latter understood and his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

"Duke of Netherworld, it's still too late to admit defeat now, otherwise it would be too late to regret it after I punched it out," Wang Chen said in a deep voice.

As he said that, he increased the power on his left arm. Under the pressure of a heavy force like a mountain, the floor shattered one after another, and most soul masters fell to the ground because they could not bear the pressure.

The Duke of Netherworld clenched his teeth, and he was experiencing a complex ideological struggle in his mind. The desire for life under the crisis of life and death finally defeated the so-called face, and shouted in a low voice: "I admit defeat."

Hearing these three words, Wang Chen nodded with satisfaction, began to control the soul power in his body, and dissipated the accumulated power on his left fist.

The pressure in the hall returned to normal, and the sense of crisis disappeared. The Duke of Netherworld felt relieved and withdrew from the true body of the martial soul. After regaining his human form, he stood unsteadily and staggered backwards. He leaned against the wall so that he did not fall to the ground. At this time, his clothes were torn and his face was covered with sweat.

The Duke of Netherworld breathed heavily, trying his best to relieve his inner fear, his face pale as paper.

"Since you have given up, let's disperse these people first. I'll talk to you alone," Wang Chen said, putting away his martial soul.

"You guys go down first." The Duke of Nether waved his hand powerlessly.

"Duke..." These people were quite loyal and did not retreat immediately, looking at the Duke of Netherworld with a worried look on their faces.

"Go down, you can't do anything if you stay here," said the Duke of Netherworld.

"Yes," the many guards responded and began to exit the hall.

Soon, Wang Chen, Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena and the Duke of Netherworld were left in the hall.

Wang Chen slowly walked to the Netherworld Duke and said with a little deeper meaning: "What do you think of the Spirit Hall?"

The Duke of Netherworld frowned, wondering why Wang Chen asked this. After thinking about it, he showed a look of hatred on his face and said bluntly:

"I am cruel and ruthless, and I am ambitious. Ignoring the safety of the people of Liming, I took the initiative to provoke a war with the two empires and the three sects, and tried to unify the continent. In my opinion, the Wuhun Hall is a evil wolf, and it should be destroyed."

The smile on Wang Chen's face gradually calmed down, his expression became cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Duke, you really dare to say it. Do you think you are Zhu Qing's father, so I dare not kill you?"

The Duke of Netherworld felt the murderous intent emitted from Wang Chen. When his body became cold, he felt that death was so close to him, as if there was a sharp blade on his neck, and he could harvest his life at any time.

"Hmph, I'm just telling the truth," said the Duke of Netherworld boldly.

"What I said is righteous, but it's not your turn to judge whether it's good or evil in the Wuhun Palace. There will be a conclusion in the future." Wang Chen quickly restrained his emotions and did not talk much with the Duke of Netherworld on this issue.

"I won the bet battle with you, and my condition is that the Duke of Netherworld will surrender to the Soul Hall." Wang Chen looked directly at the Duke of Netherworld and said seriously.

"Impossible" the Duke of Netherworld refused without thinking, his tone was very firm.

Wang Chen stretched his palm forward, grabbed the Netherworld's neck, lifted him up, took a step forward, and directly hit the Netherworld heavily against the wall.

"You'd better consider the conditions I have put forward seriously. If you don't agree, your Duke's Mansion will have only one dead end," Wang Chen said fiercely.

"Cough cough" The Duke of Netherworld was struggling, and Wang Chen had a lot of strength in his hands, tightly clamping his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His struggle seemed very powerless and could not shake Wang Chen's arm at all. He could only let Wang Chen pinch his neck like this.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw this scene, she subconsciously wanted to stop her, but was stopped by Hu Liena.

"The reason why I want your Duke's Mansion to surrender to the Spirit Hall is not that your Duke's Mansion is so important, and how helpful it will be to capture the Astrology of the Spirit Hall after surrendering."

"The Spirit Hall does not lack an ally like you. If there is one, it will be better, and if there is not, it will not affect anything. Letting you surrender is entirely for Zhu Qing's face."

"Now surrender, your Duke's Mansion still has a chance to pass on it. But if you insist on living and dying with the Xingluo Empire, then when the Xingluo country is destroyed, your Duke's Mansion will have to be buried with you. Even if Zhu Qing is in danger, I will not give you any face. Your Duke's Mansion will only become history." Wang Chen said coldly.

"If you perish, you should surrender and continue the inheritance, you can do it yourself." Wang Chen looked cold and put down the Duke of Netherworld, waiting for his decision.

"Cough cough" The Duke of Netherworld coughed violently, his face turned red and his neck was pinched red.

"You think carefully about whether to surrender or not. I want to know your decision in ten minutes," said Wang Chen.

After thinking about it, he said, "I'm not afraid to tell you that since the Spirit Hall dares to start a war with the two empires and the top three sects, it means that he is confident enough to start a war with these major forces. As for how much he is, I can tell you with certainty, it's 100%!"

After saying that, Wang Chen ignored the expression of the Duke of Netherworld and sat down straight down the chair that had fallen to the ground.

The expression of the Duke of Netherworld is changing. Although what Wang Chen said just now is unpleasant, it makes sense. Since the Spirit Hall dares to take the risk of destruction to be enemies with major forces, it means that it is somewhat certain.

If the Spirit Hall really unifies the continent, where will their Nether Duke Mansion go?

Perhaps it will really perish with the demise of Xingluo. After all, there is no end to the collapse of the nest and the country is gone. How could the Zhu family, the first family of Xingluo, survive?

When the Duke of Netherworld was in his hands, he couldn't describe the pain and sadness.

"The Spirit Hall may not necessarily win." The Duke of Netherworld kept telling himself in his heart, making him less desperate.

"Zhuqing, go and persuade your father. It's best if he can surrender. I won't force him if he can. I will save his life in the future, but the Duke of Netherworld will not exist in the future." Wang Chen said to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Wang Chen gratefully, came to the Duke of Netherworld, looked at his father who looked ugly at this moment, sighed and said:

"What Wang Chen said just now is true. Although I am not very clear about the strength of the two empires and the three sects, I can be sure that even if they join forces, they will not be opponents of the Wuhun Hall."

"Ni Nu, are you trying to persuade me to betray the Xingluo Empire?" The Duke of Netherworld said angrily, glaring at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing was not scared by the Duke of Netherworld this time, but mustered up the courage to look directly at him and nodded:

"In my opinion, it is indeed a good choice to belong to the Martial Soul Palace. At least in this way, the Zhu family can continue when the Xingluo Empire is destroyed."

"You..." The Duke of Netherworld was furious and slapped Zhu Zhuqing on the cheek.

Zhu Zhu was no longer the girl who used to be the only one who could only accept it. She flashed and easily avoided the slap.

At this time, the Duke of Netherworld is in poor condition, not one in ten strength, and the slap is not fast, so it is not difficult for Zhu Zhuqing to escape.

"Father, what I'm talking about is the fact that the strength of the Spirit Hall is really not something other forces can compete with. Let's not talk about other powerful people for now, just talk about Wang Chen. He is over fifteen years old now, a level 73 soul saint, and has the combat power of the title Douluo level."

"It's so amazing at the age of fifteen. If he grows up for a few more years, just imagine what level he will reach. At that time, I can guarantee that no one on the mainland will be his opponent, and he will become an almost invincible existence."

"With him here, two empires, the top three sects want to defeat the Wuhun Hall?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

The Duke of Netherworld's face changed and was shocked by Wang Chen's terrifying talent.

Seeing his father silent, Zhu Zhuqing said earnestly: "The Spirit Hall originally had 70% of the soul masters in the world. Now many soul masters of the casual cultivators are also moving closer to the Spirit Hall. In another year or two, the Spirit Hall will control 80% of the soul masters in the world, or even close to 90% of the soul masters."

"How terrifying the army composed of tens of thousands of soul masters will be. Father, you should know better than me. The iron cavalry of the Xingluo Empire is invincible, but can they still be invincible when facing the soul master army?"

The Duke of Netherworld showed a look of despair on his face, and he became increasingly unconfident in this war that had not yet begun.

He himself is the soul master, so he naturally knows the horror of the soul master. A soul master may not be enough to change a war, but what if there are thousands?

Soul masters with a certain number of scales will definitely have the power to change a war. Their military strength of the Xingluo Empire is obviously much better than that of the Tiandou Empire, but why did they never send troops to Tiandou to destroy them?

Isn’t it because they are afraid of the three major sects in the Tiandou Empire? To be precise, they are afraid of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus and the Haotian Sect did not clearly support the Tiandou Empire.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Lith Sect made their Xingluo Empire dare not send troops to Tiandou. You can imagine how great the deterrence the soul master brought.

If it is really as Zhu Zhuqing said, the Spirit Hall may control nearly 90% of the soul masters in the world. Then even if the two empires join forces, the three sects will not be the opponents of the Spirit Hall. The large-scale army composed of soul masters is enough to pacify everything.

"Let me tell you another news. There are more than twenty titled Douluo strong men in the Spirit Hall, one or two of them have reached the peak strength that soul masters can achieve. Even if they can't find an opponent in the upper three sects, Wang Chen said in a plain tone.
Chapter completed!