Life Script: The Villain of Destiny

The eyes of Huang Chutian and Zuo Baichen became serious.

The strength of this person who came is absolutely extraordinary, the mana surging from his body can slightly distort the surrounding space.

Zuo Baichen's expression was solemn, without any emotion fluctuations.

On the contrary, it was Huang Chutian with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

With a cold snort, he narrowed his eyes and said:
"It seems that you are the arrogance of the blood clan, let me come for a while, what kind of power does the arrogance of the blood clan have?"

As soon as Huang Chutian finished speaking, the mana on his body surged like a volcanic eruption.

The magic power of the whole body was instilled in the middle of the right hand, and a fist glow bombarded away.

The momentum is surging, quite a feeling of destroying the world.

If a mountain peak is here, it will be directly crushed by Huang Chutian's punch.

Seeing this, the third prince's eyes flickered slightly.

Obviously, Huang Chutian's strength has already been recognized by him.

Otherwise, his gaze would never have such a look.

But he was also very curious, how many rounds could this kind of human genius survive in his hands.

According to the general logic, ordinary blood monks and human monks usually have the upper hand.

So is Tianjiao.

When the blood clan Tianjiao and the human race Tianjiao fight, usually the blood clan Tianjiao wins.

The eighteen sub-cities near the main city of Xingchen were all besieged by six clans.

Among them, the Tianjiao of the Star Academy are all fighting with the blood monks.

The geniuses of other cities, like the God of War Academy in Guyou City, will send their own geniuses here to defend against foreign enemies.

The Tianjiao of the blood race also fought against the Tianjiao of the human race.

If they fight alone, most of them are the arrogance of the blood clan and can win the final victory.

Of course, there are some geniuses of the blood clan who are also true geniuses who cannot beat the human race.

The gap between Tianjiao and Tianjiao is actually very different.

It cannot be compared, cannot be compared.

For example, Huang Chutian and Zuo Baichen from Zhanshen Academy.

How could it be that the previous Xiao Fan could compare?
It's not at the same level at all, it's not at the same level at all.

Therefore, it can only be said that in the battle between each other, there are winners and losers.

Facing a fist light attacking him, the third prince's expression was solemn, without any panic at all.

I saw him slowly raising his right hand, the mana on his body was as scarlet as blood.

It was like, a river completely made of blood condensed around the third prince's body.

The blood was slowly poured into the right arm.

A surge of bloody light that could dye the surrounding area red burst out.

"Blood Fiend Palm!!"

The third prince groaned, and slapped it out with a palm.

The power is incomparably vast, and the space along the way seems to be crushed by this palm.

Boom! ! !
This bloody big palm directly collided with the fist light used by Huang Chutian.

The shock that erupted was like a meteorite falling down, and the dust that was raised around it filled the dust in a radius of ten kilometers.

The sky is blocked out, and the eyes cannot see anything in front of them clearly.

Unless you use your spiritual sense to check it, it's like a huge smoke bomb.

Seeing an explosion of this magnitude, the cultivators on both sides were shocked, no matter if they were blood races or human races.

One by one, they retreated to their own camp.

The current battle belongs to the battle between the third prince and Huang Chutian.

The first ones to be excited were the monks from the God of War Academy, and they said happily one by one:
"Brother Huang, come on, press this ignorant blood invader on the ground and rub it. Hang the opponent's head on the city."

"That is, let these blood races who don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, see how powerful we are. These invaders will fail in the end, and the human race will last forever!!"

Countless human monks set their sights on the third prince and Huang Chutian.

He looked at Huang Chutian intently, expecting him to kill the third prince.

Defeat the spirit of the blood race.

On the side of the blood race, they said with a look of disdain:

"It's really a group of ants who are frogs in a well. How could the ability of the third prince be beyond their imagination?"

"If you ask me, once the third prince makes a move, it only takes a few rounds to kill their so-called Tianjiao and suck all his blood!"

The monks on both sides never tire of this meaningless verbal quarrel.

The third prince waved his hand, and the dust in front of him was blown away by a gust of wind.

"You are fine, you are qualified to let me shoot you."

"Your strength should be your human race, one of the most favored sons of heaven."

"It's just that the eighth one of your human race's pride died at my hands, and you... will be the ninth one!"

The third prince said this on purpose, he wanted the other party to be angry.

Once you get angry, you always lose some of your sanity.

However, what he didn't expect was that Huang Chutian's face was as quiet as autumn water.

The third prince was not surprised either. Their blood-stained world originally had eighteen blood clans.

After a period of time, they fought recklessly.

Now there are still six clans left, and the relationship between these six clans... can be described as a sworn feud.

The opponent's arrogance fell into the hands of the human race.

As a hostile clan, they even gloated and laughed.

It is estimated that the same is true of the human race in another world, which is divided into different factions.

Obviously, the eight Tianjiao that the third prince had killed before did not belong to the same faction as this Huang Chutian.

Otherwise, almost all of the eight human monks killed before showed anger of varying sizes.

Huang Chutian, on the other hand, had a calm face.

Huang Chutian didn't say anything, and put on a pair of gloves.

Punched out.

A phantom of a fierce tiger roared like a tiger in the sky, deafening the surrounding monks.

Seeing that the other party has made a move, how can the third prince sit still and wait for death?

A large amount of blood sea mana turned into birds and beasts.

Overwhelming, they strangled towards Huang Chutian.

Boom! ! !
Birds and beasts collided with Huang Chutian's fist light.

Above the sky, it exploded like fireworks.

Bright and eye-catching, people can't help but be surprised.

The power of the cable explosion razed some of the surrounding mountain peaks to the ground.

Even the shock wave from the explosion caused some weak monks to overwhelm the internal organs in their bodies.

After more than a dozen rounds, the third prince and Huang Chutian both suffered some minor injuries.

The third prince's gaze flashed, and he grabbed the void with his right hand, and it turned out to be a red long spear.

Seeing this red spear, Huang Chutian's expression changed slightly.

The spear did not burst out with a huge amount of power, but vaguely, it made him feel a threat to his life.