Fantasy: My Wife Is a Vicious Emperor
7 Have you heard of the art of explosions? Upgraded!!!

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His simple words were filled with arrogance. The demons looked over and saw that it was the little guy who had swaggered out of Chaos City. Not only was he not afraid, but he had also decisively issued a challenge to all the demons present!

He actually dared to say that all the demons present were trash. This had drawn a huge wave of hatred!

"Tsk tsk, little doll, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Since you want to die so much, then this venerable self will fulfill your wish!”

The Golden Snake Tribe cultivator snorted coldly. A long sword as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his hand. In a flash, he appeared in front of Li Qiye. A cruel smile appeared on his face as he slashed down!

"Humph! The Feather Race must kill this kid!"

The Feather Race Holy Son did not show any weakness. The golden halberd appeared in his hand and he charged at Li Qiye, attacking almost at the same time as the Golden Snake Race cultivator. Two supreme powers surged out, sealing off all directions. There were even some human experts who could not bear to watch this scene, afraid to see the little guy's tragic scene of blood spilling on the spot.

"Kacha!"

But the next moment, a crisp sound rang out. Li Qiye was unharmed, but the Golden Snake Race cultivator's sword shattered, and the Feather Race Holy Son's golden halberd cracked.

Surprised, the two looked closely and saw a bronze net surrounding Li Qiye.

" A defensive spiritual device that can even reflect damage. Little kid, you're rich. Unfortunately, your defensive device has cracked under the repeated attacks of me and the Holy Son of the Feather Race. It can stop me and the Holy Son of the Feather Race a few times. It'll be your doomsday soon!”

However, the expert from the Golden Snake Tribe was not discouraged. He stuck out his tongue and coldly snorted. This little guy was wealthy, and this was not beyond their expectations. It was just that pure defense was destined to be a loss!

Suddenly, a few more demon cultivators saw an opportunity and wanted a piece of the pie. They also joined the battle. Bright divine light shone and completely enveloped Li Qiye. Even with defensive psychic artifacts, they could not resist the attacks of so many demon cultivators. However, the marks on the artifacts spread and the demons became more and more excited. It was as if killing this devilish brat was already a matter of course.

"Buzz!"

The Feather Race Holy Son's halberd trembled, emanating a Primordial Chaos aura. Risking the risk of the halberd being destroyed, he fought against the cracks. The halberd shattered, and the bronze net protecting Li Qiye shattered.

"Kill them!"

The Feather Race Holy Son said excitedly. He brandished a bronze sword and swung it at Li Qiye!

"Kacha!"

But the familiar crisp sound rang out once more. At this moment, ten bronze nets shone brightly beside Li Qiye. The mouths of the demon experts twitched and they gasped. They had spent a lot of time on one bronze net, and now there were ten. It was a bit…insane!

Li Qiye still stood with his hands behind his back. Although he wanted to pretend to be mature, he still said in a childish voice,"

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it. You only managed to break through one level of your spiritual artifact after such a long time. It seems that I've set too high a standard for you!”

Li Qiye shook his head slightly, but the other demon experts almost vomited blood. You were clearly being beaten up passively. If it wasn't for your turtle shell, you would have died long ago. Was there a need to be so pretentious?

"Tsk tsk, since we can't break it, can't we trap the devilish brat? He's just a little brat who has just stepped onto the path of cultivation. When we trap him to death, the inheritance of Demon Venerable Donghuang will still be ours.”

A demon expert said in a deep voice,

"There's no need to go through so much trouble.”

The Holy Son of the Feather Race said coldly,

"Cough cough, you guys are thinking too well. Now is the time for this prince to counterattack!”

Li Qiye's face lit up with a bright smile as five glass orbs appeared in his hand. They were Thunder Bolts, which his grandfather had used to play with. However, their effects were equivalent to the super-enhanced grenades on Earth, and their power was extremely terrifying. Otherwise, Li Qiye wouldn't have taken out ten bronze nets. He didn't fight back just now because he wanted to attract the demons as much as possible.

"Have you heard of the art of explosion?”

" The art of explosions…What is that?"

Even the ever-knowledgeable Feather Saint was taken aback. Before he could even think, Li Qiye threw five glass orbs and everything came to an abrupt halt.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Lightning bolt tore through the air, and all the demons around Li Qiye were caught in the art of explosion. Smoke rose up, and even the Great Wilderness could see it clearly. Even Chaos City's defensive array was activated unconsciously.

Li Qiye stood with his back facing the explosion. A real man…never looked back at the explosion, even if he was a cute boy.

After a few minutes, the explosion finally died down.

However, except for the Golden Snake Tribe's expert and the Feather Tribe's Saint, the rest of the demons had been reduced to ashes. The Golden Snake Tribe's expert and the Feather Tribe's Saint were naked. They were covered in blood and flesh. They had used all their techniques to barely keep their lives.

"Brat…brat, I'm going to kill you!”

The Feather Saint and the Snake God roared in unison. Li Qiye fiddled with two Thunder Bolts and chuckled."

"What are you guys talking about? Can you say it again?”

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