There were a few exclamations in the sky, and several figures fell down in this rain of blood, and the figures tried their best to maintain the speed of falling in the air, sliding crookedly into the distance, with such strength, it was obviously Huntelaar and the others, who fell far into the imperial capital in the vast night, like water droplets falling into the sea.

After all, these people were not able to escape from Zenit safely.

At this time, not too many people paid attention to Huntelaar and the others who fell in the vast night, because almost everyone was shocked by the giant flying dragon that erupted from the palace, and the indescribable terrifying momentum made every Zenit warrior standing on the top of the Martial Saint Mountain stand in place, and some of the warriors who were slightly inferior in strength even knelt directly to the ground.

That kind of self-respecting martial arts momentum made the warriors have an instinct to kneel and worship.

By the time everyone reacted, the golden dragon had turned into mottled golden points of light, spreading out like fireflies flying in the sky, and soon disappeared into the dark night sky, like a dream drifting away with the wind, and finally turned into nothingness, but the magnificent and irresistible king's momentum was still incomparably vast in the void.

"That's ...... Dragon Fist?" someone muttered in the distance, the tone almost like a dream.

Sun Fei's heart was shocked, and he turned his head to see that the person who spoke was the old god master with a white beard among the ten masters of the Holy See, and the eyes on his wrinkled face were full of surprise and shock that could not be concealed, and there was even a trace of fear fleeting.

Dragon Fist!

Dragon Fist!!

Dragon Fist !!

These two words, the shock that brought to everyone and Sun Fei was like a tide in the angry sea, far surpassing the previous dream scene of the golden dragon covering the sky.

Because everyone knows what the word dragon fist represents, and who it represents!

It was a myth of martial arts, it was a myth of a period of time, it was ...... An imperial myth.

Zenit Founding Emperor Yashin!

In the past twenty-six years, the man who created and mastered the [Dragon Fist], the only martial art within a radius of a hundred miles, Yaxin, has always been the pride of countless people in the entire Zenit Empire, and it is also the nightmare in the hearts of countless Zenit people!

Recently, the news about the fall of Emperor Yaxin has been flying all over the sky, and Emperor Yaxin has been living in seclusion, and even important occasions such as the opening ceremony of the Imperial Martial Arts Combat Competition have only left in a hurry, and everyone has never even seen his true face, all of which seems to prove this man's twilight.

But now, the [Dragon Fist] has been born again, appearing in front of the world.

What does this mean?

Does it mean that the Emperor Yashin is not dying as the legend suggests?

The golden dragon that was conjured up with the power of the punch just now contained unparalleled majesty and domineering, giving everyone the feeling that even Krasic after the outbreak was difficult to resist...... How could such a majesty be exerted by a dying old man of the living dead?

Thinking of this, almost everyone couldn't help but shout and roar.

Emperor Yashin is safe, this news is really exciting for the current empire, there is no doubt that while Emperor Yashin is still healthy, the Zenit Empire will encounter a crisis!

This emperor of martial arts and empire, with one person and two fists, can stabilize the entire empire.

No one can challenge the majesty of Emperor Yashin, just as no one can remain undefeated under the [Dragon Fist]!

No one doubts that as long as the news of the health of Emperor Yashin spreads, I am afraid that it will not take more than one night for the Spartak Empire to immediately withdraw its troops on the border!

"Uh...... Poof!!"

Just when almost everyone was still immersed in the shocking afterglow brought by Emperor Yaxin's [Dragon Fist], a sudden change occurred-

A muffled sound and the sound of blood splashing suddenly sounded in his ears, Sun Fei looked at the source of the sound, and suddenly the blood in his whole body was about to solidify, only to see that the straight body of the martial saint Krasic who had been standing in the distance suddenly began to shake, and when he looked up, blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain, and at the same time, blood gushed out of his right chest after being attacked by Huntelaar.

"Senior!" Sun Fei rushed over frantically, holding Krasic's falling figure in his arms.

At this time, Krasic had become a bloody man.

Sun Fei was shocked to find that every pore of the Zenit Martial Saint seemed to be spurting blood outward, which was a symptom of the extremely injured bones and flesh almost being crushed by the huge pressure, and His Majesty's mind suddenly went blank, and it was obvious that Krasic's injuries were far more serious than they looked on the outside.

"Ah, Lord Martial Saint!"

"Mistress Krasic, you ...... Hurt?"

Many Zenit warriors exclaimed in a trembling voice, no one thought that the three moon-level powerhouses of Huntelaar, Costa Kuta and Amaury, who had just killed Spartak Wu Saint Aquinta, had already suffered such a serious injury, and they all wanted to rush over.

At this time—

Whoosh!

There are many figures, and thirty or forty people jumped out from all sides, all of them were dressed in flaxen-colored robes, carrying long swords, with sad expressions, and surrounded Krasic, the first person was extremely young, with a very ordinary appearance, not handsome, but a pair of star eyes and sword eyebrows gave people a rather sharp feeling, and there was a faint sense of arrogance like [a sword], but it was more light and warm than [a sword].

"Gentlemen, please stop!" the man said politely, stretching out his arm and stopping the crowd aside.

Although more than ninety Zenit warriors were worried about the Martial Saint's injury, they obediently stood in the distance.

Because everyone could see from the costumes, these people in front of them were people from Martial Saint Mountain, in other words, it was very likely that they were disciples of Martial Saint Krasic, although they were not nobles or officials of the empire, but in Martial Saint Mountain, even a small miscellaneous servant was equally noble and could not be underestimated.

The martial artists of the Martial Saint Mountain blocked everyone from the periphery, but they only missed Sun Fei, and they actually respected Sun Fei very much, and they tacitly protected Krasic and Sun Fei in the middle, blocking everyone's eyes, and even faintly fluctuating their power and breath, and even the sound was isolated.

"Hey, floating life is like a dream, 10,000 years is too long, just seize the day!"

Gilano, the crown prince of Saint-Germain, drank the wine in the golden bottle, stretched out his hand to hug the four stunning beauties, and the magic fluctuated in a flash, and the four disappeared on the Wusheng Mountain. Girano is the only one who retains all his strength among today's battle moon-level powerhouses, so he naturally comes and goes in style.

"Why can he stay with Lord Martial Saint......" In the crowd, the embarrassed Fourth Prince Christo was a little unwilling, pointing at Sun Fei and asking.

No one answered him.

More than forty disciples of Martial Saint Mountain were expressionless, as if the four princes of the empire in front of them were a wisp of air, and even the corners of the young man's mouth with starry eyes and sword eyebrows flashed a disdainful smile.

"Let's go!" The eldest princess Tanasha looked deeply at the two figures behind the crowd, waved her hand, and left straight along the path of the escort Ziyan, who was also staring at Sun Fei, and a kind of aristocratic master beside her.

"Let's go too!" the second prince Domingos and the witch Paris glanced at each other, and left with the noble masters who belonged to their side.

Some people keenly found that among the masters of the vassal countries, there were already some people who chose to stand on the throne, and among the thrones, they chose to submit to the side of the second prince and the eldest prince respectively, and also left with the eldest princess and Domingos.

Sun Fei hugged Krasic tightly, the aura of this illustrious Imperial Martial Saint was weakening bit by bit, Sun Fei could even feel the strong vitality of the moon-level powerhouse flowing like rushing water, which was a very terrifying and cruel feeling.

Sun Fei summoned the [Full Recovery Potion] from the ribbon space, and poured all the purple potions into his mouth despite Krasic's obstruction. At this time, the Martial Saint was already extremely weak and unable to stop Sun Fei's actions.

However, the effect of the [Full Recovery Elixir] was not as good as Sun Fei expected.

The vitality of the moon-level powerhouse is strong, of course, a bottle of [Full Recovery Elixir] can't completely treat Krasic's injuries, but at least it can stop the bleeding, but it's very strange, this bottle of [Full Recovery Potion] seems to have no effect at all, Sun Fei can still feel Krasic's vitality is passing bit by bit.

"Ahem, ahem...... Don't waste such a precious potion, my wound...... The injury is even ...... Even if it's a god, it's impossible to heal it......" Krasic coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, shook his head lightly, and said, "My heart ...... Heart ......"

Krasic uttered a fact that left Sun Fei's mind blank.

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The second more. My head hurts, and I have a nervous breakdown.