Chen Fan stood back up on his feet. He was now soaked in blood and looked to be in extremely terrible shape. The corner of his mouth twitched in pain, but his eyes were still incredibly bright.0

“My god, even that didn’t kill him? Is he made of metal?”0

Those people in the distance were in disbelief at the sight. The lightning strike could have made them explode. 0

Boom!0

“I am king in the path of martial arts! If I can’t even endure this little heavenly tribulation, how will I become the king of the martial Dao!”0

Without any hesitation, Chen Fan blasted toward the sky with a punch, aiming at the lightning dragons that filled the sky and were attacking him.0

The golden surging fist force tore through the sky, shattering the void, and colliding...0