I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1372: Chapter 1372: Beating Someone Like Hanging a Painting (3/3) Chapter 1372: Chapter 1372: Beating Someone Like Hanging a Painting (3/3) In the entire six worlds, there were originally four mythical clans.

These were the Dragon, Phoenix, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger.

However, now only the White Tiger clan remains hidden in the world, while the other three have all perished.

Among the Four Beasts, the Black Tortoise represents the pinnacle of defensive ability.

It also held the reputation as the entity with the top defense among all magical beasts.

The words of the Holy Son of the Xuanming were not without basis, and thus could not be considered arrogant.

As soon as the Holy Son of the Xuanming finished speaking, his entire body emitted a black ghostly glow!

A heavy aura unfolded like a domain around him!

Within this domain, the dense black ghostly glow gradually intensified, encircling Blackie as well.

Blackie could even feel the moisture in the surrounding air increasing, every drop of black water weighing heavily.

Hovering around Blackie’s body, they made him feel significantly heavier.

Not only that, but the Holy Son of the Xuanming was now covered in dark black Scale Armor over his entire body! The droplets gathering around him formed a giant Black Tortoise shell!

Hmm, it looked like an oversized turtle shell.

At this moment, the aura of the Holy Son of the Xuanming surged!

It had to be said that as the Holy Son of the Xuanwu Divine Dynasty, he indeed possessed extraordinary qualities.

Even the Crown Prince had to take the Holy Son of the Xuanming seriously.

At that time, Blackie asked, “Are you ready?”

The Holy Son of the Xuanming frowned slightly then sneered as he leaned forward, spreading his legs and assuming an attacking stance!

“Soon you won’t be able to act so arrogantly, I will show you that your so-called pride in your body is but a joke in front of me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the knees of the Holy Son of the Xuanming snapped straight, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot!

Within the Xuanming Domain, the pitch-black heavy water formed a towering wave sweeping towards Blackie!

As the wave neared, the figure of the Holy Son of the Xuanming appeared atop it, charging towards Blackie with the wave!

He didn’t use fists, nor did he use legs.

Instead, he curled his body into an embryonic shape and slammed fiercely towards Blackie!

The force of his body, now augmented with the weight of the black heavy water, was at least three to four times stronger than that punch from before!

Upon seeing this, Blackie gathered the power of the nine layers of patterns in his right fist!

Then he threw a vicious punch at the rolling figure of the Holy Son of the Xuanming!

His punch landed heavily on the body of the Holy Son of the Xuanming.

However, unlike before, this time his punch made Blackie’s fist ache!

It was as if there were countless barbs on his body that had pierced Blackie’s fist!

The Holy Son of the Xuanming also rolled back, but soon adjusted his posture and continued rolling towards Blackie as if nothing had happened!

Tan Zongzhao, observing from the side, couldn’t help but speak with a grave expression, “Brother Black, when your power hits him, it’s dispersed throughout the scales on his body and that giant shell! Ordinary attacks are likely to be ineffective…”

He hadn’t even finished speaking.

Glancing at his bloody fist, Blackie couldn’t help but grin and say, “Ordinary attacks are useless, huh? If it’s just dispersing force, then let’s see how long he can withstand it!”

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Having said that, he took the initiative to charge towards the Holy Son of Xuanming as he rolled towards him!

This time, tumultuous black demonic qi began to surge wildly, condensing into a demon god phantom behind him.

Blood qi began to wrap around Blackie’s fists.

With a flapping sound, flames followed the trail of the blood qi on his fists and started to burn!

Bloodline Entanglement, Bloodline Boiling!

“If it’s a contest of bloodlines, then let’s see whose bloodline is stronger.”

Blackie sneered and threw a punch at the rolling body of the Holy Son of Xuanming, sending him flying once again, while blood gushed from his fist, and flesh flew everywhere!

But it seemed like Blackie felt no pain at all; not waiting for the Holy Son’s body to stop falling, he chased after him directly!

In the blink of an eye, like a wild beast from ancient times, he charged above the tumbling body, clenched his fists tightly, and smashed downward like a hammer!

Consequently, the still-moving body of the Holy Son was shot into the ground like a cannonball!

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of roaring sounds kept echoing within the Xuanming Domain, and space itself trembled and twisted under the clash of such immense forces!

The Holy Son curled up his body, seemingly turning into a ball that Blackie repeatedly knocked around.

At this moment, bleached white bones could be seen in Blackie’s fists…

While rolling, the Holy Son laughed out loud, “What a brute, attacking mindlessly. What use is there in assaulting me like this? You can’t hurt me but only wound yourself!”

Blackie grinned nastily, “Really? Haven’t hurt you, you say?”

Immediately after, his form flickered, appearing once more in the path of the rolling Holy Son, and a muffled, low growl squeezed out of Blackie’s throat!

As the bloodline rapidly boiled, another punch thundered onto the body of the Holy Son!

However, as the punch landed, the smile on the Holy Son’s face could no longer hold. After a brief pause, his face flushed deeply, and then he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The curled up body stretched out at that moment and slammed against the wall!

While the wall suffered no cracks or indentations, the body of the Holy Son seemed to stick to it and didn’t fall for a moment!

Hitting someone as if hanging a painting.

The Crown Prince and Tan Zongzhao couldn’t help but exchange startled glances; soon, they saw that the dark scales covering the whole body of the Holy Son began dripping with unstoppable blood, quickly turning him into a blood-covered man.

“Cough…” The Holy Son coughed up another mouthful of blood, opened his bloodied eyes, and stared at Blackie with a mix of shock and fear, “How did you do it?”

Blackie glanced at his fist, which was nearly pulped yet swiftly regenerating. Upon hearing the question, he looked up indifferently, “Everything has a threshold it can withstand. Once that threshold is reached, it will shatter, even the utmost defense is no exception.”

“To me…” Blackie suddenly flashed a mocking smile, “You are nothing but a wee bit sturdier than the average turtle shell.”

Indeed, each of Blackie’s punches had imperceptibly damaged the Holy Son’s scales.

Just like a fully durable piece of armor, no matter how high its level, it will lose durability with continuous attacks.

Water wears away the stone… hmm, except Blackie’s fists are certainly no water drops.

The Holy Son glared at Blackie with his eyes brimming with killing intent, “Anyone who dares to insult the bloodline of the Xuanwu has by now become a corpse.”

Blackie nodded, “I’m waiting.”

The Holy Son fell from the wall, his hands formed a seal, and the black droplets in the Xuanming Domain began to rage fiercely!

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PS: This is the third chapter from yesterday, and I’m writing two chapters for today.

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