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Bang bang bang bang!

Mr. X's figure suddenly split into four, each figure confronting one of the Four Great Prison Kings.

With a dull thud, the bodies of the Four Great Prison Kings flew outward like kites with broken strings.

Strangely, although the four suffered tremendous force, they weren't injured.

Except for King Doer, whose old wounds flared up, causing him to spit a mouthful of blood.

The others landed lightly on the ground, rolled over, and leaped back up.

The bone-thin Mr. X stood there, his face full of arrogance.

It turned out he rushed forward at unbelievable speed, exchanging moves with each of the Four Great Prison Kings.

Because his speed was so fast, it seemed as if he was split into four.

The Four Great Prison Kings stood in place, staring blankly at Mr. X.

His power had exceeded everyone's expectations.

Before Mr. X, the imposing Four Great Prison Kings were like three-year-old children, unable to counterattack at all.

Mr. X looked coldly at the Four Great Prison Kings and snorted through his nose.

"What, have you even lost your basic fighting spirit? Don't make me look down on you anymore, come again!"

King Doer glanced around, knowing the four were backed into a corner.

Since Mr. X knew their plan, he would leave no survivors.

King Doer roared fiercely, "Fight him, or none of us will survive."

The short hair on King Doer's head stood upright.

The Essence Qi within him circulated rapidly, making him charge at Mr. X like a cannonball.

As King Doer charged, a huge vortex appeared in the void.

The vortex wrapped around King Doer like a giant rock, crashing toward Mr. X, with wild winds sweeping where it passed.

The other three Great Prison Kings knew this was the final moment and only one desperate fight remained.

In Ximen's Niwan Palace, a golden Giant Sword rose.

He clasped his hands together, and the sword howled as it slashed toward Mr. X.

Where the Sword Edge reached, countless Magma Stones shattered, Vigorous Energy exploded outward.

The other two also unleashed their ultimate moves, Essence Qi soaring to the sky.

Kas appeared with a Long Knife in his hand, the heavy blade over ten meters long, slashing toward Mr. X.

Lamplin rolled on the ground, suddenly dense stalagmites appeared below.

The sharp stalagmites formed a fierce trap, trapping Mr. X instantly.

These stalagmites were transformed by Lamplin's Spiritual Origin Qi, sharper than spears.

They were more than sufficient for hunting elephants.

In the Subterranean Cavern, Spiritual Origin Qi formed a brutal tornado, destroying everything in its path like landslides and tsunamis.

Facing the full power attack of the four Spiritual Martial Arts Masters, Mr. X remained unmoved, a hint of disdain on his face.

Seeing the full force of the four Spiritual Martial Arts Masters about to tear him apart.

Mr. X snapped his fingers, shouting, "Break it for me!"

A tide-like Spiritual Storm suddenly appeared on his body, sweeping towards the four Spiritual Martial Arts Masters.

Boom!

With a massive explosion, West Gate Longsword broke, Kas's Long Knife shattered.

Doer was like a ball, smashed into the distance.

With a loud boom, his fat body directly embedded into the hard volcanic rock, and blood from his mouth sprayed out like arrows.

The stalagmites Lamplin had placed were completely demolished by the brutal tornado.

Lamplin spat out blood, his body collapsed to the ground, unable to climb back up.

Thus, the attack of the four Spiritual Martial Arts Masters was instantly crushed again.

Mr. X stood in place, not moving a step.

He did not show any victorious joy, but rather a face full of disappointment.

Mr. X's voice was as if scooped from a Ten Thousand Year Ice Pond, cold and sharp.

"You bunch of useless trash, my years of efforts have been wasted, pathetic like ants, you still have the face to live in this world."

The four Spiritual Martial Arts Masters were severely injured, lying on the ground, unable to move.

Mr. X cursed, his tone filled with cold killing intent.

However, Doer and the others sensed a different flavor.

In Mr. X's curses, there was no hatred, but rather disappointment, like a teacher frustrated by students failing to meet expectations.

For years, the Four Great Prison Kings constantly thought about how to kill the damned Mr. X and escape Doomsday Prison.

Yet, Mr. X was like an insurmountable peak.

The four repeatedly learned skills for revenge but were defeated miserably each time.

Then, the four were sent back to Doomsday Prison in disgrace.

The four began studying Mr. X's Martial Arts, preparing for the next prison escape showdown.

Countless escapes, countless battles, failures, followed by new challenges.

For years, the four dreamed of killing Mr. X.

But they repeatedly failed, and the dream remained just that.

Mr. X was like an invincible demon, blocking the four's longing for freedom.

Strangely, after each crushing defeat, Mr. X didn't kill them but rather coldly sent them back to Doomsday Prison.

But this time, Mr. X lashed out in curses.

In his curses, there was immense helpless disappointment.

Doer gathered his courage, shakily standing up.

"May I ask who you are? Why do you trouble us four?"

His question hit the hearts of the other three Prison Kings.

Each stared at Mr. X, their eyes filled with inquiries.

Mr. X snorted, swept his large sleeve, and from such a distance, King Doer was slapped, his chubby face swelling high.

King Doer, ashamed and angry, let out a cry, spitting blood.

His eyes burned with rage.

"Though I'm defeated by you, you can kill but not humiliate; if you dare, kill me."

Before he finished, Mr. X heavily slapped him again.

King Doer's fury blazed, roaring, he rolled up and charged at Mr. X like an enraged bear.

Mr. X stretched out his left hand, thumb and middle finger clenched in the air.

Mid-charge, King Doer's throat suddenly tightened, his whole body was hung by the neck.

Mr. X's gaunt face was filled with murderous intent.

"Do you think I have nothing better to do, playing games with you trash for years? If I wasn't…"

At this point, Mr. X seemed cautious, swallowing back his words.

King Doer Kas and the others were shrewd.

They noticed Mr. X's unusual behavior, all pausing for a moment.

Mr. X seemed extremely restless, his face dark, murderous intent rising.

"In short, if you four trash fail my requirement, there's no need for you to keep living."

At this moment, a clear voice arose from afar.

"Let them go."

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