Chapter 1913: Chapter 1913: Remember, the One Who Kills You Is Young Master Zhao

In Fan Qiukong’s eyes, murderous intent was rampant, and every move he made carried the power of destruction.

Gradually, the crimson stream of air enveloping him began to take on the form of the Vermilion Bird!

Fierce and violent, raging with heavenly wrath.

"Condense Qi into God-form; this is the ultimate realm of the Divine Qi Canon!"

"Just one step away from Celestial! And this battle with Berite Tienaqi will probably push him into Celestial."

Everyone was eagerly anticipating.

In essence, the move executed by Fan Qiukong was somewhat similar to a Western summoning skill.

By summoning the form of the Vermilion Bird, his power naturally surged tremendously.

Ye Chenfeng stroked his chin, watching Fan Qiukong with great interest.

He was quite intrigued by the "Divine Qi Canon," and an idea popped into his mind.

"Ant!"

Berite Tienaqi charged forth, like a high-speed racing F1 car, instantly streaking past everyone’s eyes.

On the surface, the naked eye could trace Berite Tienaqi’s trajectory, but in reality, this speed nearly transcended the realm of time.

As he approached Fan Qiukong, Berite Tienaqi suddenly stomped on the ground and sprang into the air.

"Boom!"

In mid-air, Berite Tienaqi seemed like a mountain crashing down, shockingly mighty and unrivaled.

In his strength domain, he was the God!

"Hah!"

Wrapped in crimson air, Fan Qiukong also charged.

His moves came like the violent storm of the cosmos, destroying everything in its path.

Powerful airwaves pushed everyone far away, yet they all still felt the sweeping gales.

The battle between two Celestial masters was utterly terrifying...

"Break!"

Berite Tienaqi launched a shot mid-air, a fist slamming forth.

"Kill!"

Fan Qiukong similarly pushed his airflow to the extreme.

The Vermilion Bird revealed its fierce form, unleashing its most potent energy.

World-shattering might!

In an instant.

Berite Tienaqi and Fan Qiukong collided...

"Bang!"

A thunderous sound exploded in the field, causing almost everyone’s ears to buzz and immediately go deaf.

This power was like a nuclear warhead dropping...

All were astonished, speechless.

In this world, someone had reached a level comparable to modern nuclear weapons!

"Look!"

Everyone stared at the field without blinking.

Berite Tienaqi and Fan Qiukong collided.

Fan Qiukong elevated the Divine Qi Canon Seventh Layer to its peak; the crimson stream enveloping him seemed ready to burn.

"Sizzle!"

The air was scorched to produce sizzling sounds, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

"Oh my, I think now, even a Heavenly Rule Early Stage who touches Fan Qiukong’s protective stream would immediately turn into a heap of bones, right?"

Everyone was frightened, trembling uncontrollably.

Sound stuck in their throats, unable to come out.

No one denied it.

Including Shang Wenxing and the Heavenly Rule masters beside him...

But an unbelievable scene appeared; Berite Tienaqi tore through Fan Qiukong’s stream with a swift punch.

"Bang!"

Finally, a punch landed on Fan Qiukong’s chest.

At once, Fan Qiukong flew out like a fired cannonball.

"What?"

"My God, this is..."

All stared at each other, utterly shocked.

This scene completely overturned everyone’s understanding.

"It actually broke the Divine Qi Canon with a single punch!"

"Berite Tienaqi shattered Fan Qiukong’s stream with sheer brute force!"

"To what extent is he strong? Indeed, the great master of hard training, he could crush a Celestial Early Stage effortlessly!"

"This is the might of Celestial, in the realm of Unity of Heaven and Man, he is the God!"

For a moment, everyone looked at Berite Tienaqi as if worshiping gods and spirits, their eyes full of fear and awe.

"A punch to break a half-step Celestial!"

Shang Wenxing gasped, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

As for the Heavenly Rule master beside him, his eyeballs were about to pop out.

With Berite Tienaqi’s power, stepping up would undoubtedly get crushed into pulp by a punch.

"You... you’ve reached such a level..."

Fan Qiukong looked at Berite Tienaqi in disbelief after landing.

Berite Tienaqi glanced at Fan Qiukong and said, surprised, "Hmm? Still not dead."

"If one punch won’t do, then two punches!"

Berite Tienaqi struck again, cracks appearing in the ground...

When a Martial Artist reaches a certain level, they possess the force of natural disasters.

"Divine Qi Canon Seventh Layer..."

Fan Qiukong dared not be careless, urgently mobilizing his entire stream.

"Bang!"

But it was still useless; Berite Tienaqi still broke it with a punch.

Fan Qiukong was instantly sent flying dozens of meters, spurting blood frantically from his mouth.

Despair almost filled his eyes.

"Still not dead?"

Berite Tienaqi expressed surprise once more.

"Then one more punch!"

Berite Tienaqi began to jog, the ground trembling.

Finally, Berite Tienaqi shot forth like a piercing sword.

His speed rivaled even a hunting leopard.

It was like a scene of chasing a wolf pack on the grasslands...

"Divine Qi Canon Eighth Layer..."

Fan Qiukong’s black hair fluttered, his eyes full of madness.

A layer of gray mist surrounded him, even more powerful than the previous crimson force.

"Cack-crack..."

The surrounding buildings and mountain bodies crumbled under invisible force, turning to dust...

"Oh my God, Fan Qiukong is fighting for his life!"

"Forcibly mobilizing the Divine Qi Canon, the Eighth Layer requires at least the Heavenly Human Realm to use."

"In this situation, Fan Qiukong must do so, or Berite Tienaqi will certainly kill him!"

Everyone around was completely stunned.

Fan Qiukong’s fighting style was utterly reckless.

This time, Fan Qiukong no longer defended, directly attacking.

His hands seemed to carry a tornado storm, engulfing downward.

But Berite Tienaqi’s unchanged punch still struck forth.

"No!"

Though reluctant, Fan Qiukong’s stream was still torn apart by Berite Tienaqi’s punch, hitting his chest.

"Poof!"

Fan Qiukong was sent flying, crashing into the wall not far away.

He then half-knelt on the ground, unable to get up again.

His chest had completely caved in, his body curled like a shrimp.

Dead.

Fan Qiukong was dead.

Berite Tienaqi, without using streams, killed a half-step Celestial with three punches.

Shocking.

The whole field was stunned.

Everyone was dumbfounded on the spot.

"Shang Wenxing, hand over the item to me, or you’ll face the same fate as Fan Qiukong."

Berite Tienaqi looked at Shang Wenxing.

Shang Wenxing was directly scared dumb, his body slightly trembling.

With Berite Tienaqi’s current power, even if the whole field joined forces, it wouldn’t suffice.

"Just a bunch of ants."

Berite Tienaqi sneered coldly, indifferently looking at all living things.

Silence filled the field.

So quiet a needle dropping could be heard.

"Berite Tienaqi, you never thought you’d die here today."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from within the field.

"I am going to die? Who wants to kill me?"

Berite Tienaqi roared angrily, scanning the crowd.

"Remember, the one who will kill you is Young Master Zhao."