Global Civilization Cultivation: The Beginning Is Primal
46 He flattened the Holy Land with one palm!

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The Holy Land of Caesar.

Countless martial artists came and went.

Almost all of these martial artists were here on a pilgrimage.

Because the Holy Land of Caesar was very tolerant, they had specially placed thirteen Martial Saint stone sculptures above and below.

They allowed other martial artists to study these Martial Saint stone sculptures.

These Martial Saint Stone Sculptures were extraordinary. Each of them was personally carved by a Martial Saint.

It contained the martial intent of a Martial Saint.

It was extremely beneficial to martial artists below the rank of Martial Saint.

Therefore, the Holy Land of Caesar had an excellent reputation among all the Holy Lands.

However, in recent years, the Holy Land of Caesar seemed to have declined.

There were only two Martial Saints.

Of course, as long as there was a Martial Saint, it would be a holy land.

This was because there were simply too many martial artists who had come with thirteen stone statues.

It was even because of the gathering of people.

With the thirteen stone statues as the center, it slowly developed into a small town.

It was called Stone Sculpture Town.

On this day, five people dressed in strange clothes came to Stone Sculpture Town.

Lin Fei and the others walked through the stone sculpture town.

From time to time, people would turn around to look at them.

Their gazes were also focused on them.

It was really because their dressing was incompatible with the people here.

"We've finally arrived at the Holy Land of Caesar," Blackie said with a smile. As expected, the news of the Snow Mountain Holy Land's destruction had yet to reach them. Big Sister, should we make a move directly?”

Snow Liu glanced at the distant Holy Land of Caesar.

The Holy Land of Caesar was on the mountain peak ahead.

However, this mountain was not very tall.

"Big Sister, what about these people?”

Lao Wang glanced at the martial artists of Stone Sculpture Town.

"If we want to attack the martial arts of this world, we must first attack their confidence. The Holy Land was the best target, and these martial artists from all over the world were the best communicators. Therefore, he would let them witness the destruction of the Holy Land of Caesar with their own eyes. Old Wang had left a deep impression on them this time.”

Snow Liu said in a deep voice.

Old Wang was also eager to give it a try. He nodded and said,"Big Sister, don't worry. I'll definitely leave a deep impression on them.”

Lao Wang laughed coldly. Then, he walked through Stone Sculpture Town step by step.

They arrived at the foot of the mountain of the Holy Land of Caesar.

Many warriors frowned.

They could also tell that something was wrong with Lin Fei and the others.

He didn't seem like a martial artist.

"What does he want to do?"

"These people don't look like martial artists. However, their auras were terrifying.”

"Are they here to cause trouble for the Holy Land of Caesar?”

"Are you kidding me? There's a Martial Saint guarding the Holy Land of Caesar. Other than the other Holy Lands, who else in the world would dare to cause trouble for the Caesar Holy Land?”

The cultivators of Stone Sculpture Town discussed animatedly.

However, they all looked at Old Wang.

After all, Old Wang's body was too eye-catching.

His burly figure was like a small giant. Even from afar, it gave people a sense of oppression.

Lao Wang raised his head and looked at the Holy Land of Caesar on the mountain.

It was said to be a mountain.

In fact, it was just a small hill.

It wasn't high.

Old Wang roared.

"Giant Berserk Transformation!"

"Boom!"

Old Wang started to feel proud.

His body expanded to nearly ten meters in the blink of an eye.

However, this did not seem to be enough.

"Second berserk transformation!"

Old Wang roared again.

He actually went berserk a second time.

One had to know that Lao Wang had not used his second berserk transformation when attacking the Snow Mountain Holy Land.

After executing the second berserk transformation, Lao Wang's body had expanded by almost half.

It reached fifteen meters!

This was a terrifying height.

Among the civilizations that had hatched in Lao Wang's body, the Giant Race was a very special race.

Strength depended on height.

Rumor had it that the Giant Tribe was a terrifying existence that could reach up to a hundred meters.

How powerful would that be?

However, Lao Wang was clearly far from reaching a hundred meters.

However, even 15 meters was already shocking enough.

Lao Wang looked at the Holy Land of Caesar and sneered."Hehe, Caesar Holy Land, today I will raze Caesar Holy Land to the ground!”

In the next moment, Lao Wang extended his huge palm.

His palm grew bigger and bigger.

In the end, it vaguely condensed into a huge palm with a radius of several hundred meters in the void.

"Kill them!"

Old Wang shouted.

Then, a huge palm shadow that was hundreds of meters in size slapped fiercely toward the Holy Land of Caesar.

Such a huge commotion immediately attracted the attention of the Holy Land of Caesar.

However, it was useless.

Lao Wang used two huge palms in succession and descended from the sky.

His palm fell.

The disciples of the Holy Land looked up at the sky.

His face revealed a trace of fear.

It was as if the sky had collapsed.

The entire sky turned dark.

"Elder…"

"Grandmaster, hurry up and come out of seclusion!"

"The Holy Land of Caesar is going to be destroyed…"

The disciples of the Holy Land of Western Marsh felt as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was collapsing. Their hearts were filled with fear.

This kind of power was like heavenly punishment, making them feel powerless.

"Rumble! Rumble!"

As the palms fell, the huge Holy Land of Caesar was smashed to the ground by these two huge palms.

Even the mountain top was completely flattened.

With one strike, the Holy Land of Caesar was destroyed!

"Brat, how dare you!"

Suddenly, two figures rushed out from the ruins of the Holy Land of Caesar.

It even let out a loud sound, as if it was filled with endless grief, indignation, and killing intent.

A Martial Saint!

The Martial Saint of the Holy Land of Caesar had finally made his move!

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