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Just as the elites of the Four States Empire were about to make their move, Guo Hong reached out his hand, halting them all.
"Yang Xiaotian, I've heard you're called the Young Martial God in the Divine Dragon Empire," Guo Hong looked at Yang Xiaotian arrogantly. "Do you think you, with a Level Eleven Martial Soul, are also qualified to be called the Young Martial God?"
"In my eyes, no matter what kind of Godhood you've condensed, a Level Eleven Martial Soul is nothing but complete garbage."
"Since I've set foot in the Divine Dragon Empire, not a single Martial Ancestor has been able to withstand three of my moves!"
"I just wonder if you can withstand my three moves!"
Guo Hong's voice was full of mockery and ridicule.
Hearing Guo Hong's mockery, everyone from the Divine Dragon Empire glared with fury.
Yang Xiaotian stepped forward, approaching Guo Hong. "Make your move. Later, I will hit you with Asura Force a hundred times."
A hundred times Asura Force?
