Chapter 0312 – Beat the God of Death – Beautiful President’s Godly Doctor Son-in-Law

Ling Tian and the Poison Scorpion, the moment they came up, it was a hard encounter.

It was as if two speeding trains had crashed together.

Bang.

The bodies of the two people were, at the same time, shaken backward.

The lapis lazuli floor underneath his feet were all shattered in pieces, bearing the tremendous force.

However, that’s not all!

What Ling Tian had performed was the Stacked Wave Fist, and the best was yet to come!

That wave after wave of impact caused Poison Scorpion’s face to change drastically.

He had only just stabilized himself, but had to step back again to counteract the attack within him.

One retreat, then another!

Poison Scorpion retreated three or four times in a row before the power of the Stacked Wave Fist was completely canceled out.

Although he was not injured, his face was blue with shock and anger!

How could I not have expected to fall short?

The crowd of onlookers, dumbfounded, looked dumbfounded.

The Seventh God of Death, who was repelled by the young lord of the Underworld Palace, and retreated several times, in a sorry state?

Nima, this can’t be a dream, can it?

Normally, shouldn’t it be the young lord of the Underworld Palace, who was blown away by the poisonous scorpion with a single punch?

“Die!”

At this moment, Poison Scorpion was completely enraged.

He was the Seventh God of Death, and had shaken the Dark World for decades, a great man who had been famous for a long time.

Not being able to kill Ling Tian with a single move was humiliating enough.

As a result, he was also shocked by Ling Tian and retreated again and again, looking in a sorry state.

If he didn’t kill Ling Tian, his life’s fame would go down the drain.

I’m afraid I’ll never have a face again!

The Poison Scorpion’s eyes were bloodshot and his body was like a ghost as he arrived close to Ling Tian.

A punch, straight to Ling Tian’s chest!

The winds of the fists whistled, and there was even green smoke floating around, which was weird and eerie!

“Poison!”

Ling Tian’s gaze narrowed and he immediately realized that the Poison Scorpion cultivated a poison technique.

Dodging sideways, Ling Tian dodged Poison Scorpion’s punch.

Ling Tian darted back and retreated, keeping his distance from the poisonous scorpion.

At the same time, both fists swung, dispersing the green smoke and keeping it away.

The surrounding crowd, on the other hand, had their faces change drastically as they retreated tens of meters.

“This is the Seventh God of Death’s life-demanding stance, the Scorpion Fist Technique!”

“It is said that to cultivate this fist technique, one needs to place both hands in a scorpion pool and be stung and bitten by a scorpion for seventy-seven or forty-nine days before it can be refined.”

“Every punch swung out carries scorpion venom and is exceptionally overbearing.”

“With the Scorpion Fist Technique, Poison Scorpion didn’t know how many mighty sect-level figures he had killed.”

“He was able to go from being a nobody to ascending to the seventh chair of the Shinigami Organization in one fell swoop and becoming famous all over the world!”

“Scorpion Fist Technique, credit where credit is due!”

When people thought of the way Poison Scorpion practiced this fist technique, they all felt shivering and fear.

“Where to go!”

The Poison Scorpion could not let Ling Tian go, and with a loud shout, he chased after him.

Both fists swung like a frenzied scorpion.

Shrouding Ling Tian in the shadow of his fist, the poisonous mist surrounded him and swept over him!

Ling Tian frowned slightly and held his breath as a stern light flashed in his eyes.

This poisonous mist, though not too toxic to kill.

But once inhaled, it can also affect the fight and greatly reduce the combat power, which can lead to fatal consequences.

Because, in the midst of a sparring match, one must always hold one’s breath.

However, fighting is already extremely physically exhausting, so who can keep holding their breath for a long time?

Once you can’t hold it in, the only result is poisoning!

This, was the true terrifying aspect of the Scorpion Fist Technique!

It had to be done quickly, or the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for him.

Ling Tian immediately had

Decision taken.

According to the method recorded on the remnant scroll, the true qi of the whole body was mobilized, all at once.

In an instant, Ling Tian was much stronger than he was just a moment ago, no matter if it was his speed or strength.

As he watched the Poison Scorpion attack with a punch, Ling Tian’s figure shifted and directly disappeared.

Poison Scorpion’s pupils shrank and his face was filled with shock.

This Young Lord of the Underworld Palace had actually hidden his strength just now!

Without waiting for him to react, there was suddenly wind at the back of his head.

A huge sense of crisis descended, causing the Poison Scorpion to not be able to think carefully and violently scurry forward.

This was the only way to narrowly avoid Ling Tian’s palm.

However, Ling Tian no longer gave him a chance and all of a sudden, he bullied his way up.

That peerless lightness only made the Poison Scorpion feel a blur before his eyes, and Ling Tian arrived close by.

A punch, slammed into his chest!

Nima!

The Poison Scorpion was horrified, Ling Tian’s speed, it was just too fast.

It was so fast that he couldn’t even dodge in time, so he could only hastily raise his palm to parry Ling Tian’s punch.

Bang!