"Your Excellency Zhang Xing, please enter the array!"
Emperor Zhu Ruidi used the same tone as when speaking to a big shot of the same status as him and gestured for him to enter.
Zhang Xing wasn't afraid at all. He stomped his feet and his body was like a cannonball. He drew an arc in the air and shot toward the chain formation.
"Attack!"
The first platoon leader smirked and gave the order to attack.
The nine hundred people shouted in unison, "Kill!"
Boom!
A monstrous murderous aura burst out from these people and shot into the sky.
At the same time, nine hundred punches flew towards Zhang Xing.
The other three platoons all had mocking expressions on their faces. A mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating himself!
Even a beginner War Reverend would not dare to face the full force of nine hundred Battle Monarchs.
Just as these nine hundred people punched out at the same time, the two hundred magicians from the nine hundred magicians behind them also made their move.
However, they did not attack. Instead, they cast a level three quicksand whirlpool spell above the heads of the first platoon.
Even if Zhang Xing could dodge the attack of the Battle Qi, he would still be trapped in the whirlpool. He only needed to block it for a breath of time.
The first platoon leader had his hands behind his back and looked at the scene coldly. He had no intention of making a move.
He was waiting for Zhang Xing to be trapped in the quicksand.
However, in the next second, they lost sight of Zhang Xing's figure. He had disappeared into thin air under the surveillance of thousands of people who had no blind spots.
The first platoon leader was shocked and immediately used his divine sense to search for him.
At this moment, a loud sound came from the center of the first platoon.
Zhang Xing used the Dimensional Door and traversed a distance of a hundred meters in a single step. His body entered an unknown space and appeared among the 900 people in a flash.
He waved his right hand and used the second level of the Third Style of the Dragon Fist, the first style, Soaring Dragon.
A giant dragon formed by Dragon Qi soared into the sky and threw the Battle Monarchs to the ground.
Not only that, the giant dragon seemed to have come alive. After rushing up more than ten meters, it turned around and spun in the crowd.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
None of the Battle Monarchs in the attack range could escape the attack of the giant dragon.
They were all horrified. Blood gushed out of their mouths as they flew backwards, smashing into the War King behind them.
The captain of the first platoon noticed the situation and quickly turned his head. His eyes were filled with disbelief. How did he do it?
But now was not the time to think about it. He had to stop him immediately.
Not only was this kid's movement technique strange, even his fist technique was so amazing.
Furthermore, at the same time as his right fist punched out, his left hand was also casting magic.
Throughout the entire battle, he had been performing martial arts with his right hand. With a light punch, he had sent dozens of people around him flying. Then, these dozens of people became his weapons, smashing into the people behind him.
In his left hand, he cast an AOE spell, Magic Wall of Fire. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a Magic Wall. In the blink of an eye, he had already set up a dozen Magic Walls around him.
Those Battle Kings who had been beaten into a daze fell into the flames one after another, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves as they fled in all directions.
Zhang Xing had completely disrupted their attack plan, and their first plan was no longer effective.
Everyone in the other three platoons were dumbfounded. They had never encountered such a fighting style and were momentarily dumbfounded.
The two thousand seven hundred people were strong, but they had become spectators. They were anxious and scratching their heads, but they could not do anything.
"All warriors, retreat immediately!
Nine team leaders, hold him back! "
The captain ordered hatefully.