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Facing such a berserk Zhang Dongcheng, how could they even talk about martial arts? This feeling of being crushed had already caused all the evil spirit warriors to break down.

As for Zhang Dongcheng, he had not had enough fun yet.

A pill saved Gong Bendahe once again, and Zhang Dongcheng chanted a rune on him while grinning!

“This is the best rune that can be used on Earth, it can increase your combat strength by 10 times, come on, try again!” Zhang Dongcheng said with a smile, but let the dying Gong Bendahe cry without tears. The current him, if he did not dare to fight, then he could not even cut off his stomach to thank the world.

“I’ll kill you!”

Gong Bendahe, whose strength had risen by ten times, jumped up once again with bloodshot eyes. This time, before he even had the chance to cast a blade technique, he was once again struck to the ground by Zhang Dongcheng’s huge flame palm.

Those tablets had once ran rampant across China, they had run rampant through Southeast Asia, bringing about great terror to countless countries and people as well as their countless bloody faces. It was as if they were all afraid, all of them cowering in fear, all of them terrified of Zhang Dongcheng!

Right now, even a fool could tell that Zhang Dongcheng’s strength was many times stronger than this Gong Bendahe. Even if Gong Bendahe had raised his strength by a hundred times or a thousand times, he would still be killed by Zhang Dongcheng in a second.

The Empire was finished!

All of the evil cultivators’ hearts were filled with these words. Their hearts of martial arts had been completely shattered and cracked apart. After this battle, their backs were completely broken, unable to utter a single word.

A pellet once again saved the Gong Bendahe who had most of his life, and woke him up. Zhang Dongcheng asked indifferently: “This time, should I split the power of fire between you, so that you can become stronger?”

Gong Bendahe sat in the crater on the ground in a daze, his entire body devoid of any signs of life.

Stronger?

It was useless. Against Zhang Dongcheng, any method would be useless.

Thinking back to his own arrogant and domineering invitation to battle, his self-confidence that he would definitely win, under each and every destructive blow, it was as if he had turned into an exceptionally funny joke, a joke that would cause people to lose their teeth in laughter. Gong Bendahe sat on the ground, crestfallen.

Being toyed with like that by Zhang Dongcheng, as long as one was a normal person, no matter how much one resisted, it would be useless.

“Oh, the Empire! God Tianguang has abandoned all his people! There’s no more tomorrow! There’s no more tomorrow!” As he howled like a lone wolf, Gong Bendahe suddenly brandished his Demon Saber and stabbed it into his stomach, pulling with all his might!

The Empire’s number one sword saint, the spiritual pillar of the entire Empire’s martial arts world. He was played by Zhang Dongcheng until he was left with no choice but to die on the spot!

The short nation wanted to seek back the glory that it had seventy years ago, and its dream of returning to the peak of the world would be destroyed by a few slaps from Zhang Dongcheng, disappearing without a trace!

In the clash of national fortunes and in the dozens, or even hundreds of years of national fortunes battles that followed, the short man Gong Bendahe was completely defeated. The god of slaughter of China, Zhang Dongcheng, was like a martial god who suppressed the heavens and earth, dominating all the little devils’ hearts.

It reminded them of the god of death. Their bodies were trembling, and they could not sleep at night. From then on, their lives were worse than death!

All the evil cultivators kneeled on the ground and cried incessantly. Many of them had lost all motivation to live and had desperately killed themselves. The entire scene was filled with the smell of blood.

As for the more evil spirit warriors, they only kneeled down humbly towards Zhang Dongcheng and kowtowed, like a docile rabbit, and didn’t dare to raise their tail again.

Their leader had died, but they were all kneeling in front of Zhang Dongcheng. They did not submit, but hid their bloodlust.

If you think the devil is convinced, then you’ve fallen into the little devil’s trap. All sane people know that the quality of the little devil is closely related to his plot: In a study of his humanity, “Chrysanthemum and the Knife,” written by the famous anthropologist Benedict, it reads:

“The little devil is both belligerent and gentle; he is both militant and aesthetic; he is arrogant and courteous; he is stubborn and submissive; he is tame and untouchable; he is loyal and rebellious; he is brave and cowardly; he is conservative and willing to accept a new way of life.”

Thus, Western scholars believe that the Dwarf Nation is a nation and nation with a split political personality and cannot be judged by common sense!

In fact, the little devil is using gentle and meek, aesthetic, polite, able to bend, tame, loyal, brave, and daring to accept the external manifestations of a new way of life to conceal his inner world’s aggressive nature, militarism, arrogance, stubbornness, unwillingness to be manipulated, rebelliousness, cowardice, and conservatism.

The little devil’s appearance was just to numb the opponent, make them lower their guard and then give them a fatal blow. Of course, this was a very obvious gambler’s mentality. It was an extremely abnormal state of mind.

On the surface, they looked respectful and innocent, but they did not know that Zhang Dongcheng was determined to kill. No one could stop him from transforming into a God of Death!

“If Gong Bendahe is dead, then what are you still alive for? I’ll send you all off together! ” Zhang Dongcheng’s eyes were like lightning, his body turned into a stream of light and rushed out horizontally. The katana in his hand brought out an astonishing snow-white trajectory, as he pounced straight towards the evil spirit warrior’s location!

In the Empire’s Divine Land, blood-red lights soared into the sky, exploding in all directions. The entire Divine Land were filled with millions of tablets, portraits, and hundreds of buildings, all destroyed by the sword light and turned into ruins!

The little devil, who had not stepped into the martial way and survived this massacre, had recorded this night down in history and called it:

The bloody night of the capital!

The entire Shorty National Martial Dao Realm had been destroyed on this night!

The Empire had fallen!

Seeing Zhang Dongcheng fighting until blood flowed out like a river, all the warriors from the other nations were in deep shock, only dumbstruck at the scene of the insufferably arrogant Fu Sang Warriors being smashed apart with one punch from Zhang Dongcheng. They only felt their heads rumbling right in their heads, as though everything had gone blank!

This was an expert from a country, they had all died by Zhang Dongcheng’s hands!

“My God, my God!”

There were people trembling nonstop, as if they were swaying in the wind. Their faces were filled with disbelief as they stammered.

“God-Slaying God-Slaying Fury, bloodshed for a thousand miles!” Someone shook his head.

“This world is going to change!” The martial artists from the other nations also shook their heads and sighed. Their eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.