Chapter 1965: The Next Thirty Years?_1

Everyone saw an incredibly unbelievable scene.

That is, Yang Chen's hand was burning with strange flames, which not only directly broke through Phoenix Fire, but also pressed Zhao Hu's head with one hand, slamming Zhao Hu onto the ring.

At this moment, like a dog that has lost its home, Zhao Hu was fiercely pressed by Yang Chen onto the ring. His previous arrogance disappeared in an instant, and he could only struggle with a hideous face, unable to break free from Yang Chen's suppression.

Gradually, despair appeared on Zhao Hu's face.

He never imagined that he would be defeated by Yang Chen in this way.

One move, just one move.

Everyone was shocked. They were both in the True God Realm, and everyone considered several outcomes. A tie? Yang Chen wins, or Zhao Hu wins?

All were possible, but Yang Chen killing Zhao Hu in such a simple way made people somewhat unwilling to believe it, even thinking they had seen wrongly.