Chapter 4693

No one knew how the young man had appeared. Previously, everyone's attention had been on the six god-like beings in the sky.

However, as the space merged, the young man appeared in front of Zi Chen.

There was only the young man.

Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point. The battle was now one-on-one again.

The strong wind blew the corpse of the Yan Realm expert and the broken weapon to the sides of the space. Other than the blood on the ground, there were only two people left. The difference was that Kuma had become the young man in the Yan Realm.

Another change was that Zi Chen was injured and had used up a lot of energy.

No one knew who the young man was or why he would stand against Zi Chen and become the last resort in this round.

Their understanding of the young man was limited to the fact that Zi Chen had suddenly given up on killing the leader, Shen Shaoyuan, and chose to deal with the unknown young man instead.

However, the old man, who had great authority, had given up on saving Shen Shaoyuan and saved the young man from Zi Chen's attack.

However, the young man had not participated in the battle back then. Hence, no one had paid much attention to him. Everyone had thought that the young man was just a beloved descendant of the old man's family.

Now, it seemed that the young man was the final trump card.

Someone recalled the conversation between the old man and Zi Chen. "How did you know?"

Could it be that Zi Chen had known that the young man was the final trump card?

"Shameless!

How shameless! "

When the white-furred rat saw this, he was so angry that he stomped his feet. "It's already shameless enough that dozens of you ganged up on one person. I didn't expect this. You humans are too shameless!"

The confidence on the faces of the Devil Ape and the others also decreased. As the final trump card, the young man was obviously not ordinary.

"Sister, how is it?" Wang Xian 'er asked softly.

"I'm not sure."

Su Mengyao shook her head slightly. Everything was gray and she could not deduce anything. "However, Zi Chen won't lose so easily."

"Hello, Zi Chen. My name is Shen Hao."

The young man looked at Zi Chen and said sincerely and apologetically, "I'm sorry that I appeared here at this time. I'm afraid that I'm taking advantage of him."

"It's not that he's taking advantage of someone's perilous state. This is taking advantage of someone's perilous state."

Zi Chen said, "But a Protoss like you who knows how to be ashamed and have a sense of dignity is a rare species."

Shen Hao said guiltily, "I am really sorry. It was not my intention to stand here.

But you are a great enemy of the Celestial Race. No matter how guilty I feel, I cannot be merciful and disregard righteousness. That is why I must kill you today!

Or rather, you killed me. "

Zi Chen nodded and said, "The winner takes all. Come at me if you can."

Since they had become enemies, the young man naturally became serious.

He knew that this situation was not easy to come by, so he did not give Zi Chen time to adjust his breathing. He rushed towards Zi Chen.

The young man didn't use any powerful spells. He simply charged forward like a raging bull.

However, in Zi Chen's field of vision, there was a myriad of phenomena in front of him. It was as if there was a divine mountain moving, but also as if there were ten thousand beasts galloping.

He shouted loudly, his voice loud and clear. Ripples spread outwards. He was worried that this was an illusion. After all, the power was too strange.

It was not an illusion.

Everything was still there.

A tyrannical and suffocating aura came towards him.

As the trump card of the Celestial Race, the young man was fully deserving of the title.

Zi Chen suddenly remembered what Su the Hall Spirit had said. The Celestial Race, the Demonic Race, and the Spiritual Race were all different. The Demonic Race was most powerful in their souls, while the Celestial Race was most powerful in their physical bodies.

Could it be that this young man belonged to the Celestial Race, who had a tyrannical physical body?

Since the start of the battle, Zi Chen had changed from attacking to defending for the first time.

The matrix under his feet lit up. Light surged around him, forming a defense.

In the eyes of the crowd, Zi Chen's action meant that he was showing weakness.

The old man smiled slightly. Everything was within his expectations.

The young man directly charged forward. Zi Chen flew backward. His internal organs, which were already churning, began to surge wildly.

Puff!

Zi Chen landed on the ground and coughed up blood. His face turned even paler.

The young man was still calm. He suddenly tapped his temples with two fingers. A divine light flew out from his sea of consciousness and turned into the shape of a sword.

"Sword of Thought!"

With a low shout, the sword formed from thought entered Zi Chen's sea of consciousness.

Zi Chen staggered as if he had been hit by a heavy blow. He took a few steps back.

The young man took a step forward. The earth shook. He clasped his hands together like a monk putting his palms together to greet someone.

Then, a dazzling light appeared from the young man's palms. It formed a real sword light and shot out.

The sword light fell from the sky with a whistling sound.

The sword Qi sank into the ground, forming a mark that was more than ten feet long.

Zi Chen was at the end of the sword Qi. A bloody wound appeared on his body.

It was quiet outside the space. Everyone was watching the young man. They watched as the young man displayed thunderous means in an instant.

Zi Chen, who was defending, retreated again and again. He kept coughing up blood.

Many people's expressions changed. With such combat strength, even if he encountered Zi Chen at his peak, he could still fight.

Everyone finally understood why the young man was the last to attack.

He was here to reap Zi Chen's life.

Zi Chen slowly got up and looked at the young man in front of him. He said in a low voice, "You're very strong!"

The young man no longer had the complicated emotions from before. He became extremely cold. "You too. If it were anyone else, they would have died after three of my moves!

You were seriously injured, but you could still take three of my moves.

I admire you, so I will remember this day. Every year at this time, I will burn incense for you. In the words of the Spirit Race, it's called remembering an old friend. "

"Bullsh * t, you still want to reminisce? That sounds nice, but do you dare to fight Zi Chen after he recovers?"

A dissatisfied voice came from outside the space. It was Monk.

After hearing the news from Bumi, they immediately rushed over. However, they still missed the previous battle.

Monk angrily scolded, "You're just a brat who hasn't seen the world. You talk about morality like others. Is morality something to be said?

It's something to be said!

If you let Zi Chen recover, I'll make Zi Chen give you an arm and a leg. "

The young man didn't turn around. Instead, he looked at Zi Chen with a cold expression.

"You're the last to fight, so you must be an expert of the Divine Race. Damn it, where's your dignity?

Not to mention Zi Chen, even Lord Zeng would be able to kill you.

The Divine Race is a big clan. How can you be so unpresentable? "

The young man still didn't look at Monk. Instead, he said, "There's no point in stalling like this. Instead, it will ruin your image in my heart. I don't think you're that kind of person."

Zi Chen stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture. "I'll say it again. If you want to kill me, bring it on."

Whoosh!

The young man's body dissipated like smoke.

Zi Chen's eyes immediately sharpened. He turned around and punched.

Lightning surged on his fist.