"Damn it, this Haotian is so strong."

Po Meng's face was as gloomy as water, and she secretly complained in her heart.

Although she had demonstrated her strength just now, she was unable to defeat the opponent.

On the contrary, Haotian's strength suddenly increased for some unknown reason, which gave her quite a headache.

Not only that.

It seems that Haotian's strength has not yet reached its full potential.

Po Meng couldn't help but feel a little panicked. This Haotian's strength was too incredible.

"Hmph, no matter how strong you are, I can still defeat you."

"I'll send you on your way now!"

A sneer appeared on Haotian's face.

A terrifying breath burst out from his body,

A huge palm formed in front of him and slapped Po Meng fiercely.

This palm is covered with runes and exudes a sharp aura.

It almost shattered the void.

"die!"

Haotian snorted coldly.

The palm of his hand clapped out, and a huge palm print hit Po Meng's body hard.

Po Meng screamed and flew backwards.

The figure hit the ground hard.

"How about it, I will definitely win."

Haotian snorted coldly, looked at Po Meng condescendingly, and said each word in a cold voice.

That aloof posture was like that of a true god.

"It's just a winning move, it's meaningless at all!"

Po Meng raised her head and chest, looked at Haotian coldly, and responded without any sign of weakness.

She knew it very well in her heart.

Haotian's strength is indeed not weak, but it's a pity that she is just a clone after all.

Otherwise, if the true deity comes.

There is no need to fight at all, just one thought can make Haotian completely defeated.

But even if it's just a clone.

She will definitely be able to defeat the opponent!

The aura on Po Meng's body became more and more terrifying.

A manic power continued to flow in her body, constantly increasing her strength.

"Don't force me, or I will kill you."

"If you are sensible, just surrender and capture me now!"

Po Meng laughed loudly, with a sarcastic smile on her face.

A sinister sneer flashed across Haotian's face.

"Hahaha, I think you have gone crazy and haven't woken up yet."

"You don't understand your own power at all."

He is now a monk at the ninth level of sainthood.

It's just a clone. Po Meng can't be his opponent at all.

He can definitely beat the opponent!
Chapter completed!