My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Unable to resist.

Thinking this, Zhao Jin glanced at Cheng Guang nearby, and seeing that he was unguarded, a plan formed in his heart.

A hand swung out.

As his thoughts shifted slightly, Qi surged around him, Divine Power shimmered incessantly, and silver serpents danced among the dark clouds in the sky. Following his guidance, they wound towards the hundred generals. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He stepped out of the void in one stride, plunging into the battle formation of the hundred generals. With swings of his fists and feet, the soldiers he struck were sent flying, smashing through the railings of the Flying Boat and tumbling into the sea of clouds.

With a raise of his hand, Zhao Jin had broken the battle formation of the hundred generals and vanquished three soldiers.

At the same time, the remaining ninety-seven soldiers quickly reacted, once again taking a stance to surround and attack Zhao Jin.

But because of the Divine Power Zhao Jin had just used, the silver serpents agilely wove through the battle formation, touching the soldiers and rendering their bodies slightly stiff and their movements sluggish.

Zhao Jin seemed to have anticipated this. With another step, he seemed to directly traverse the void, his figure instantly appearing not far from Cheng Guang.

Stepping on Qi, his body swept forward, leaving behind the hundred generals in a breath, charging towards Cheng Guang with boundless oppressive force.

Zhao Jin looked at Cheng Guang not far away with a smile on his lips.

He knew that with such swift movement, the Princely Heir could not possibly react in time.

The Princely Heir must still believe that he would be entangled with the hundred generals for a while.

As he swept towards Cheng Guang, Zhao Jin observed his expression.

He noticed.

As he charged at Cheng Guang, Cheng Guang’s gaze also fell upon him.

His expression did not change.

There was an indifference as though Mount Tai were crumbling before him, but his face remained unchanged.

The smile at the corner of Zhao Jin’s lips suddenly froze.

Had the Princely Heir noticed him?

How could the Princely Heir have such a quick reaction?

Doubt clouded Zhao Jin’s mind, but he quickly suppressed his thoughts. Even if the Princely Heir reacted this quickly, it did not matter.

He was confident that Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, even if he had noticed, had no means to stop him.

Even summoning those hundred generals as before was impossible.

At such close range, not even gods could save Cheng Guang, the Duke of the State’s Heir!

Zhao Jin, with the momentum of a thunderclap, charged at Cheng Guang with infinite aura, his form turning into a rainbow streak.

He slightly raised his hand, and a terrifying force undulated within it like breath.

When he reached the front of Cheng Guang.

Zhao Jin lowered his eyes, looking at Cheng Guang’s handsome face close at hand, and sighed.

"Princely Heir, may you rest in peace," said Zhao Jin.

As Zhao Jin’s words fell, his hand descended towards Cheng Guang’s head.

The air beneath his palm issued bursts of roaring, indicating the horrific power contained within his palm.

At that moment.

Cheng Guang’s expression remained unchanged, his noble gaze fixed on Zhao Jin.

Under Zhao Jin’s scrutiny.

A slight smile touched Cheng Guang’s lips.

Was the Princely Heir smiling?

Zhao Jin was taken aback, at such a moment of life and death…

The Princely Heir was still smiling?

In an instant, thoughts flashed through Zhao Jin’s mind, yet his hand held no hesitation, and he fiercely slapped down upon Cheng Guang’s head.

At the same time, a strange light suddenly erupted from Cheng Guang’s body!

Zhao Jin inwardly cursed, "Not good," and quickly shut his eyes, thinking that Cheng Guang, the Duke’s Heir, had used some sort of technique.

Although he closed his eyes, Zhao Jin’s hand did not pause.

Qi surged in his hand, pressing down heavily as if to completely crush Cheng Guang into powder!

Boom!!!

At the moment his palm touched Cheng Guang, a loud boom sounded.

Then, in no more than a single breath, the air exploded again, and the void itself seemed to tremble.

All around, those who had been watching could not even voice their anxious cries before everything came to an end.

After two strikes, Zhao Jin slowly exhaled, feeling a slight relaxation in his heart, assured that Cheng Guang, the esteemed Duke’s Heir, could not possibly survive his two attacks.

But in the next moment, he felt a different sensation in his palm.

Cold, slightly hard, and seemingly smooth.

What was this?

Zhao Jin abruptly opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Guang beneath his hand.

He looked only once.

Facing him were a pair of green, slightly devilish beastly eyes.

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What is this thing!?

Zhao Jin’s heart shook violently, and his complexion changed.

The next moment.

Zhao Jin saw a hint of an amused smile in those beastly eyes.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment," a hoarse voice sounded.

Zhao Jin had a premonition, sensing danger, and he hastily tried to retreat.

However, a pair of thick, heavy, and rough giant claws quickly clutched his body tightly.

Zhao Jin’s body stiffened, his eyes widened slightly, feeling pressure on every limb and bone.

At that moment, he felt as if his innards were being deformed by the tremendous force.

Zhao Jin strained to look at the playful beastly eyes in front of him, and for a moment, he couldn’t comprehend the scene before him.

Once he clearly saw the full figure of the beast’s eyes’ owner.

Zhao Jin realized.

At this time, he was embraced by what seemed to be a real Devil Beast!

Not a trace of the original Cheng Guang could be seen!

How could Cheng Guang, the Duke’s Heir, transform into such a Devil Beast!?

Even if his appearance changed into a Devil Beast, what was this immense strength?

Could it be that the Duke’s Heir was originally a transformed Devil Beast??

One guess after another flickered through Zhao Jin’s mind.