However, since he claims to be a perfect creature, this faker naturally has his own advantages.

The cracked phalanges melted directly and reshaped. When Lu Mingfei's second sword struck, his fingers had grown back.

"Did you see it? King. This is the real eternal life. Your immortal body made with the spirit of speech is like an insect in comparison."

Tezcatlipoca laughed wildly, mocking the prince while resisting Lu Mingfei's attack.

The prince stood aside without saying a word. He had secretly used the word spirit several times just now, but as soon as the word spirit field reached Tezcatlipoca, it would be broken down into elemental turbulence.

This is not the authority that a next-generation species should have, not even the four great monarchs.

The essence of the word spirit is to control the elements with will, so only the Black King and the White King who have mastered the spiritual authority can cancel the word spirits of other dragons at will.

The four great monarchs can only cancel the speech spirits of their own type, but they are immune to the effects of most speech spirits.

That's why the motto "The blood of all kings must end with the sword" is spread. Jörmungandr also has non-verbal skills like the "Eye of All Things".

And between the four great monarchs and the powerful next-generation species, the mere physical gap is not a natural chasm.

At present, Tezcatlipoca's physical body has been greatly strengthened, and it also comes with an upgraded version of the Spirit of Words and Commandments.

The black king has not come out, the white king is dead, and other first-generation species may not be able to defeat him.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei was a free thug, otherwise he might have capsized this time.

What the hell did this guy in Tezcatlipoca dig up?

Two almost identical warriors fought selflessly on the white altar.

One is an imperial warrior who has conquered the galaxy for thousands of years, and the other is a perfect creature that has lived for tens of thousands of years.

But even without looking at the weapons, bystanders can easily tell the identities of the two people.

Lu Mingfei's swordsmanship has a unique sense of rhythm. While pursuing lethality, it also maintains the beauty of combat, just like an artist painting.

Tezcatlipoca's attack method was much more brutal. He had no scruples about his methods and no dignity as a warrior.

In order to hurt Lu Mingfei, Tezcatlipoca could let the dragon-slaying sword penetrate his chest, and he took the opportunity to reveal his jagged teeth and bite Lu Mingfei's ear.

"Your sword is also very interesting. It contains as much power as the ancestor cells, but the amount is too small. Give it to me and I can let you go."

Tezcatlipoca took a bite and whispered in Lu Mingfei's ear.

"Go dream in hell, alien."

He pulled out his dragon-slaying sword and chopped off the head of this blasphemous creature with one strike.

The Emperor's fire burned brightly, burning Tezcatlipoca's head to ashes.

But parts of his body released green pus, drowning out the Emperor's flames.
Chapter completed!