Under the Ten Thousand Jins Fist, one can withstand three punches without falling!
The Seven Great Elders were all impressed, 729 tis the strength, even for a Demon Venerable it would be hard to resist, yet Wang Yan actually caught it.
But so what if he caught it, I fear under the fourth punch of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist, Wang Yan would have no chance to resist.
That fourth punch carries a terrifying 6561 tis the strength.
Thinking of such a terrifying number, Elder Si Qin couldn't help but curse: "The fiend is truly too monstrous, to be able to cultivate such a powerful Soul Skill. Poor Wang Yan, under 6561 tis the strength, I fear there will be no remains left."
Apart from the Seven Great Elders, others didn't understand what was terrifying about the Ten Thousand Jins Fist, but seeing the arena smashed to pieces, and seeing Wang Yan's pale face, already persisting to the limit, everyone understood the terror of this Ten Thousand Jins Fist.
At this mont, the fiend unexpectedly said: "I didn't expect you could withstand the third punch, let tell you, the remaining fourth punch will be 6561 tis the strength, haha, die!"
Upon hearing this, everyone around the arena understood where the fear of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist lies.
Imdiately everyone exclaid in surprise.
Under 6561 tis the strength, no one can survive.
Just as everyone exclaid, the fiend's fist emitted a strong force, directly channeled from Wang Yan's fist into Wang Yan's body.
This force was so imnse, I fear Wang Yan would imdiately explode.
At this mont, everyone closed their eyes, not daring to witness the bloody scene to follow.
However, though afraid to look, they were concerned about Wang Yan's safety, hence everyone squinted their eyes half-open, looking towards the arena.
Yet upon looking, everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.
Because they saw Wang Yan still standing there intact, his right arm still raised high, holding off the fiend's punch.
"What is going on?"
"Wasn't it supposed to be 6561 tis the strength?"
"Yes, earlier I did feel that imnse force, but now where has that force gone?"
Not just the 600,000 disciples, even the Seven Great Elders couldn't believe what they saw.
At this mont, all seven looked puzzled, could it be that the fiend suddenly beca rciful, sparing Wang Yan?
But when everyone looked at the fiend, they realized they were mistaken.
For the fiend's face also showed a look of shock.
However, monts later, the shock on the fiend's face transford into anger, he shouted: "I don't know what thod you used to take the fourth punch, I don't believe you can take my fifth punch."
With these words, they saw nine tis the strength of the fourth punch again flow from the fiend's fist, pouring into Wang Yan's body.
Yet, as soon as this massive force surged into Wang Yan's body, it instantly dissipated, disappearing without a trace.
This left the fiend dumbfounded, he shouted: "I don't believe you can take my remaining Punching Power."
With the fiend's shout, the sixth, seventh, and eighth punches successively rushed into Wang Yan's body.
Yet looking at Wang Yan, after taking these three punches, not only did he maintain a calm expression, even the pallor on his face seed to have faded slightly, with traces of redness returning.
Seeing this, the Seven Great Elders exchanged looks with each other, all appearing at a loss.
The power of the eighth punch was sothing all Seven Elders had experienced personally, although they could take it back then, it required a lot of effort, unlike Wang Yan's ease.
At this mont, the fiend was almost driven mad.
Since his Ten Thousand Jins Fist erged, it had been invincible, no one had survived beneath it.
Even when he had the cultivation of a Demon Saint, for the Eight Great Elders to withstand his Ten Thousand Jins Fist, they required a lot of arrangents.
But now he was already at Demon Venerable Cultivation, yet Wang Yan with Demon Saint cultivation caught his first eight punches as if playing.
No one knew how Wang Yan managed to catch these eight punches.
But only in the cave on the main peak, the elder sitting with eyes closed opened them again and sighed helplessly, saying: "Here it cos again, the whole ground is about to collapse, how can I break through. Alas, Sun Yukun, you might bring disgrace upon yourself this ti."
After finishing this sentence, the elder closed his eyes again as he had reached the critical point to break through to Demon God.
At this mont, the fiend narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of murderous intent. The fiend's body flickered, levitating high above. When flying several ters away from Wang Yan, the fiend swung his right fist downwards, striking at Wang Yan through the air.
anwhile, the fiend coldly said: "Astonishing Ninth Fist—Thunderous Might!"
Upon hearing this, the Seven Great Elders all trembled in fear.
The ninth punch of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist, they had never personally taken, but they all knew how terrifying it was.
Precisely because of this punch's terror, back when the fiend was still at Mozi Academy, they only ordered the fiend to demonstrate it without daring to take it face-to-face.
Now the fiend had Wang Yan take eight punches, so naturally, the ninth punch would follow.
Sure enough, as the fiend raised his fist, suddenly countless tiny lightning bolts appeared under his fist, these bolts waltzed across his fist, crackling.
As the fiend's fist descended, these countless tiny bolts suddenly detached from the fist, gathering in the air.
Originally extrely tiny bolts, as they kept gathering, started to rge together.
Initially as thick as fingers, then as thick as a forearm, and later on, it turned into sothing akin to the trunk of a hundred-year-old giant tree.
This lightning strike resembling a giant tree from the sky descended, unleashing a thunderous roar, shaking the earth.
Be aware, this Power of Thunder is beyond the five elents of heaven and earth, the most mysterious force.
Very few can skillfully control the Power of Thunder.
The fiend not only could manipulate the Power of Thunder, but also fuse it into the Punching Power of the ninth punch.
Even just one of these feats would be terrifying, needless to say, the combination of both.
The white lightning bolt fell towards Wang Yan, even the aftermath scattered around sent shivers down everyone's spine, making them tremble.
For a mont, all were petrified, against this Power of Thunder, anyone would be powerless.
However, upon seeing this lightning, Wang Yan couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, saying: "Play thunder with ? I'm the ancestor who plays with thunder."
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