"I'm leaving this fat man to me, that man belongs to you. Resolve the battle quickly!" Wang Biao said coldly. They all need to show their strong strength to shock those who have ulterior motives.

"Boy! You're looking for death! Naval, you'll hold that guy first! I'll kill this kid and deal with him together!" The fat Frans Pereira shouted and rushed towards Wang Biao. He was obviously trying to pinch a soft persimmon. Who said that Wang Biao's strength seems to be only a middle-level god! Isn't it very easy for a strong man in the late stage of the upper god to kill a middle-level god?

"Okay! Get moving quickly!" Naval Dominic agreed. In their eyes, they all seemed to think that Wang Biao was seeking death.

Almost no one is optimistic about Wang Biao. Because, according to common sense, no matter how powerful a middle-level god is, it is impossible to be an opponent of the upper-level god. They don’t know that Wang Biao cannot use common sense to speculate. He is a pervert! His combat power is very perverted!

Frans Pereira, although she was very fat, was not slow at all. A long red sword appeared in his hand, flashing with red light, and stabbed directly into Wang Biao's heart. At the same time, a large amount of fire-type divine power was still gathering towards his left hand, obviously also brewing killer moves.

Frans Pereira's movements were fast, but Wang Biao's movements were not slow either. A white light flashed, and the "Shapolang" sword had been unsheathed, flashing with dazzling white light, slashing at the long sword in Frans Pereira's hand.

"Boom!" The two of them hit each other hard, making a huge sound. The huge force made both of them retreat involuntarily. However, judging from the situation of the fight, the two seemed to be evenly matched. This was beyond the expectations of many people, especially Frans Pereira. Although he was already very proud of Wang Biao, he still did not expect that the opponent's attack power seemed not weaker than him.

"Hmph! Go and die!" A giant dragon made of flames formed in Frans Pereira's hands, and quickly rushed towards Wang Biao with his teeth and claws, as if he was about to swallow him in one bite.

"Light? Purification!" A white light flashed from Wang Biao's left hand, turning into a beam of light, covering the flame dragon. No matter how the flame dragon roared and collided inside, it could not break the light column. Moreover, under the illumination of the white light, the flame dragon melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. It disappeared after a moment.

"Hiss! Another strong man, he is comparable to Frans Pereira!" Almost all the onlookers were surprised.

"Damn it, where did the Clarent family find so many strong men!" Obviously, Wang Biao and Bruno's performance shocked everyone. With the support of such strong men, it seems that the Clarent family may be able to revive and grow in the near future.

Max Xuanluo was also completely shocked. He even wondered whether it was correct to sacrifice the interests of the Clarent family to win over the Dominic family and the Pereira family.

"Light? Judgment!" The "Shapolang" sword in Wang Biao's hand was raised high. A white light rose from the sword, as if it was about to rush the roof of the hall. With Wang Biao's movements, Guanghua slashed at Frans Pereira fiercely.

"Flame? Burning the sky!" Frans Pereira's fat face showed blue veins. He could feel the power of Wang Biao's attack, and he had to use all his strength, otherwise, he might have capsized in the gutter.

Large pieces of flames emanated from Frans Pereira's body, soared into the sky, swept towards Wang Biao, with a terrifying high temperature.

The battle between the superior gods collapsed and the earth broke! Although this was in the hall, both sides were very restrained and controlled their power to avoid affecting innocent people or buildings. However, it still caused great damage to the hall. Others avoided them from afar, and those young children who had not become gods had been sent out of the hall.

"Boom!" The white light and the flames in the sky collided fiercely. The flames in the sky swept over like the sky curtain. The light was like a sharp sword that cut through the sky, cutting the flames out of it. Countless high-temperature flames rolled towards Wang Biao. However, a thick earth-yellow light flashed beside Wang Biao, blocking all the flames outside.

The white light slashed through the flames and bombarded Frans Pereira's hasty defense, knocking him away. Obviously, in this fight, he was at a disadvantage again.

Frans Pereira's face was very bad when he calmed down in embarrassment. Although he had not suffered much damage, it made him feel embarrassed. Isn't this a joke for a superior god to be defeated by a median god?

On the other hand, Naval Dominic was also suppressed by Bruno. At the same time, his face was also very bad. Especially after Frans Pereira was repelled by Wang Biao.

Now, the situation on the field is already very obvious. Naval Dominic and Frans Pereira want to occupy the quota of the Clarent family, and they are worried that it seems a bit impossible now. Neither of them are the opponents of the strong men found by the Clarent family. If they persist, they may lose even worse. In addition, it is quite unwise to provoke such a strong opponent.

"Everyone, stop! Do you want to demolish the entire palace?" At this time, Max Xuanluo spoke. He knew that it would be impossible for him to not come forward. Although both sides are trying their best to restrain themselves, as the battle escalates, the destructive power will inevitably become greater and greater. At that time, will the entire palace be destroyed? Besides, he knew that this time, the Dominic family and the Pereira family would not be able to admit defeat.

All the people stopped. Wang Biao and Bruno retreated aside and were on guard coldly. Naval Dominic and Frans Pereira also retreated, but their faces were quite bad.
Chapter completed!