Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Only then did everyone realize that blood was flowing from between the fingers of Lauren's hands, which were covering his eyes, and he kept howling miserably.

These eyes seem to be useless!

"Lauren?"

Someone tried to call out to her, and Lauren finally stood up after more than a minute. Her eyes no longer had the brightness they had before, as if they had lost their spirit and turned gray and black.

"You, who are you? How can your mental power be so strong?"

Chen Wanli snorted coldly: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you deserve to know my name? Get on your way soon, you can't hold on!"

As he said this, he pointed his finger in the air, and Lauren fell to the ground as if she could no longer hold on.

Such a scene stunned everyone present.

Is this witchcraft? A curse? Or something else?

They didn't even see any actual fight between the two, is that it?

Desman half-closed his eyes, a look of surprise and doubt flashed across his eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind, Chen Wanli?

But he didn't say it. Whether it's true or not, he has to fight!

"Maybe it's a mental attack. You all have your spirit platforms sealed. As long as you don't open them voluntarily like Lauren, he won't be able to penetrate your souls so easily!"

Desman calmed everyone down with just one sentence.

Chen Wanli glanced at Desman, who seemed to be the leader of these people. He raised his hand and made a casual stroke.

Suddenly, an invisible force shot out, like a sharp knife, cutting through the air.

Desman's face suddenly changed and he jumped up like a frightened beast.

When he landed several dozen meters away, he realized that Chen Wanli's move was not aimed at him, but landed a little in front of his original standing position, leaving a long mark on the ground.

This just happened to separate all the Western practitioners from the outside.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in confusion, Chen Wanli's voice rang out:

"Leave this place within three minutes and you will live. Cross this line and you will die!"

"Who are you? Chen Wanli? Ye Wutan? Or the mysterious cultivator from Kunlun?"

Someone asked aloud.

"Do you think he looks a bit like Chen Wanli?"

“Yes, a little bit!”

“I don’t think so!”

"Damn, I haven't seen it either, how would I know if it looks similar or not?"

Seeing that chaos was about to break out, Desman said, "Are you really not going to give up the divine water from the fourth island reef?"

There was a moment of silence.

They couldn't help but have an idea in their minds that as long as they rushed forward, they could easily crush the person in front of them.

Even if it's Chen Wanli, he may not be unable to fight?

But they were not from the same organization, so naturally they all had their own ulterior motives. Everyone knew that if it was really Chen Wanli, the one rushing in the front would definitely not survive.

Even if there is a one percent chance that it is Chen Wanli, if this one percent falls on me, I will definitely lose my life!

Everyone would like to work without putting in any effort, and it is best for Hydra's Desman to rush to the front!

If a few more people die, there will be fewer people to share the treasure?

Wang Xige stood aside and sighed. These people were so powerful outside, but now they were just suspicious that it might be Chen Wanli, so they didn't dare to take a step forward?

There are many warriors in Daxia, but apart from Ye Junshen, I am afraid there is no one else who can be like Chen Wanli, who can intimidate a group of top figures with just one name, right?

Chen Wanli did not answer, his eyes drooped slightly. He had given them a way to live, and if they insisted on choosing death, then it was no wonder that he killed indiscriminately!

After a stalemate of about two minutes, the leader of the Temple of War, the Sword of God, stood up. He held a shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, like a gladiator on the ancient Roman battlefield.

"I don't care who you are, I'm going over now, anyone who stands in my way will die!"

After saying that, he took a step forward and walked towards Chen Wanli.

In the Western practice circle, although the Temple of War God is not well-known, the Sword of God is also well-known.

At least he could be ranked in the top ten among Western practitioners.

He was wearing special boots, and every step he took made a special sound.

His own name, Ian, had not been called in years.

Born in the Vatican, he received training in the Holy Sword Hall since he was a child, which was the most primitive Roman gladiator training.

Every gladiator is a qualified warrior who is not afraid of death.

When he was fifteen years old, he inherited the legacy of the Holy Swordsman, a secret art that had been passed down in the Vatican for thousands of years.

After receiving the inheritance, the light of the holy sword will be awakened. The sword will carry holy light and infinite hot energy, just like the heat of the sun, melting everything in the world.

After taking a step forward, he threw the sword in his hand into the air. The long sword hung in the air above his head, flashing circles of golden light.

This halo even made the surroundings brighter, filling it with a divine glow.

The light fell on Ian and the shield, and then reflected back from the shining shield.

"Cut it down!"

The holy sword cut through the sky, and everyone's eyes turned to Chen Wanli, wondering how he would respond.

Kick!

Just as the Sword of God crossed the line drawn by Chen Wanli.

Chen Wanli's eyelids suddenly lifted and he raised his arms.

"If you don't want to live, then die!"

He just stood there without moving, and even raised his hand and pointed his finger like a sword and slashed it casually.

Yes, it was so casual. Everyone only saw two bony male fingers casually drawing in the air.

A loud noise suddenly rang out in the void, as if a real sword broke through the air, as if an invincible swordsman had made a shocking slash.

It was as if a divine weapon had cut the entire void into two.

Rumble!

All of a sudden, the colorful colors in the air condensed into an eight-meter-long sword, which fell from the sky and headed towards Ian's Sword of God.

Under the colorful light, the golden glow of the Sword of God also appears extremely dim.

"Break it for me!"

Ian roared and activated the Sword of God.

You must know that the holy sword can melt everything in the world, whether it is weapons, awakened energy atoms, or the warrior's energy.

Under the holy sword, they can only be transformed into invisible molecules in this world.

However, he never expected that the moment the holy sword hit the colorful sword energy, it flew back like scrap copper and iron.

With a clang, it fell at his feet. The golden holy light disappeared, and even the original metallic luster of the sword disappeared, and the blade was twisted!

Ian's face changed drastically. He had been traveling around the world for more than ten years, and this was the first time he had seen the holy sword being destroyed!

Seeing the colorful sword energy falling from the sky, he subconsciously held up the shield above his head.

This shield was made by the Holy Sword Hall for gladiators using special materials. Even a cannonball cannot deform the shield in the slightest.

Everyone present was fully aware of this.

However, as they looked on in horror, the colorful sword energy directly destroyed the shield, and the surging energy exploded in half like a bomb, crushing Ian.

The top ten strongest men were crushed by one sword?

hiss!

Everyone present showed expressions of horror and looked at Chen Wanli in dead silence.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and Ian's minced meat.

Everyone was silent, and this deathly silence lasted for who knows how many seconds.

Then someone's bitter voice sounded: "The Great Xia Warrior, Chen Wanli, Master Chen! There is no one else!"

At this point, everyone was certain that the person in front of them was Chen Wanli!

Even if I wanted to pretend I didn't know, I couldn't do it anymore.