The power of the divine dao unique to a Return to Void Final Stage mighty figure soared into the heavens, forming an extremely fearsome lightning tornado that roared with rage.
He had already made up his mind. If worse came to worst, he would just kill Xiaoze and the others on the spot. In any case, he had the reputation of avenging his son, so it was only right and proper for him to do so. Even the Heavenly Court would not interfere.
Aside from Dragon King Ao Meng and the two men beside him, all of his Dragon Tribe followers collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye!
Boom!
All the Four Nine Immortal Sect could do was yield and submit to his judgment.
"What?" Ao Meng's expression faltered slightly.
Beside the middle-aged man were two Dragon Tribe men with powerful auras, as well as a group of powerful Dragon Tribe followers.
An Lin praised, "You're still as fit as a fiddle."
Boom! Golden ripples swept through heaven and earth, as if a paramount god were looking down upon all the ants in the world.
An Lin admitted his identity. He knew that if he didn't have the power to back up his claim, then there would be no point in negotiating. As such, he might as well flex his muscles first.
"I'm not worthy? Let me see who gave you the courage to talk to me like this! "Ao Meng had never been mocked like this before, and he made a grabbing motion toward the black brick in the sky!
A disdainful expression appeared on Ao Meng's face. "You killed my son, and the Heavenly Court wouldn't say a word about it. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and sign a slave contract with me. I don't have the patience to waste any more time with you."
Aside from Ao Meng, one of the other two was the Dragon Tribe mighty figure he had encountered in the Ancient Tai Chu Realm. His name was Ao Mingyu, and he was at the Return to Void Initial Stage. As for the other one, he had never seen him before, and his aura was extremely subdued.
An Lin gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged upon seeing this. Ao Meng was so domineering that he didn't even want to talk anymore.
You want to talk with your fists? You want to intimidate me with your power?
Boom! The sound of the collision was like a thunderclap.
"If you think I don't have the right to negotiate with you, then let me show you whether I have the right or not!" Let me show you whether or not I have the right to do so! "A golden light flashed through An Lin's eyes as a paramount monarch might erupted forth.
The two sides faced each other at the bottom of the stone wall.
"Xiaoze, you killed my big brother. My father has already shown you mercy and spared your life for the sake of the Celestial Court. Why are you still resisting?!" A man from the Dragon Tribe who was holding a jade fan asked sternly.
Alright, then he was going to show Ao Meng exactly who was suppressing who!
"That's right, I am the sect leader of the Four Nine Immortal Sect, An Lin."
An Lin was not someone who could be easily manipulated.
Xiao Ze stumbled back a few steps before stabilizing himself, and he turned to Ao Meng with a pale expression. "If you want to kill me, come at me! What kind of hero is bullying a Soul Formation Stage cultivator? Where is your dignity as a mighty figure of the Dragon Race? "
"You're An Lin?" Azure dragon scales appeared on Ao Meng's arms.
The domineering and terrifying black sword light extended for tens of miles, slicing all the mountains in its path in half.
"Master …" Xiao Ze looked at An Lin with reddened eyes.
An Lin looked at the man before him, who had been knocked back several hundred meters by his sword strike. However, he had almost no injuries on his body.
He looked around at the Dragon Tribe cultivators present to find that there were only three Return to Void Stage mighty figures, including Ao Meng.
An Lin replied in a loud voice, "Don't be in such a hurry! Let's analyze everything one by one so that we can see who's right and who's wrong!"
Ao Meng's lips twitched as a cold smile appeared on his face. "I hope you understand what it means to avenge my son. If you want Xiao Ze to live, then you have to convince him to become my slave and evacuate all of these people from this mine. "
Whoosh!
"You want to drag all of the Four Nine Immortal Sect down with you? Do you think you're worthy? "
"What a young hero." Ao Meng glanced at An Lin with a fake smile.
However, a white light flashed, and An Lin disappeared on the spot.
Within the territory of the Flying Ball Tribe on the Tai Chu Continent.
An extremely terrifying dragon might erupted from heaven and earth as golden ripples of paramount might proliferated outward with a middle-aged man at the epicenter. Everyone felt as if they were facing a Primordial True Dragon, and they were all struck by a sense of asphyxiation.
Right at this moment of shock, a white light suddenly appeared before him, and a man wielding a black sword with black mist revolving around his entire body slashed down upon him!
The Dragon Court was more powerful than the Four Nine Immortal Sect.
"Ao Meng, do you have any shame? It was clearly you who wanted to take the mine by force, which caused the dispute, but now you are blaming all the fault on us! Is this how the ruler of the Dragon Court does things? "Liu Qianhuan raised her brows slightly as she held her sword in her hand, and she roared at the man standing nearby.
Xiao Ze instantly appeared before Liu Qianhuan before thrusting his palms toward the man.
The middle-aged man from the Dragon Tribe at the very front said unhurriedly, "If you still refuse, then don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll kill you right here and now as a sacrifice to my son's soul in heaven."
"Shut up! You don't have the right to negotiate with me. It's a fact that Xiao Ze killed my son, and he only has two choices. The first is to become my slave, and the second is to pay with his life! I'll give you ten seconds to consider. "A terrifying aura erupted from Ao Meng's body again.
"I, Xiao Ze, am only Master's underling. You want me to be your Dragon Court's slave forever? Dream on! "Xiao Ze chuckled coldly.
In contrast, Ao Meng knew that they were the ones in the wrong here. If they were to analyze the situation carefully, there could be other variables that could arise, so they might as well use force from the get-go!
Xiao Ze stood in front of the dozen or so outer-sect disciples in a black robe, and he looked at the white-robed, golden-eyed man with dragon horns and a solemn expression on his face.
He had just used his arms to defend himself against An Lin's full-force attack.
Even though he hadn't injured Ao Meng, An Lin's lips still curled up into a faint smile, as if he didn't take this Dragon Tribe King seriously at all.
"You want my disciple to become your slave? Do you think you're worthy? "An Lin raised his head, and a hint of rage and coldness appeared in his eyes.
After that, he would take all of their belongings, as well as the spirit stone mine. In that case, it wouldn't be a big loss for him to lose a useless son.
"Hahaha …" Ao Meng burst into laughter from his rage. "I'm not worthy? Fine, then all of you shall die here for me! "
In the distance, a handsome man flew toward them atop his brick before looking down at Ao Meng from above.
Within a mountain, a certain steep stone wall had already been smashed open, revealing a translucent green crystal that exuded extremely powerful vital energy fluctuations.
"Dragon King Ao Meng of the Dragon Court of the Eastern Seas? Is that all you've got? "
"You have no right to interrupt when I'm talking." Ao Meng harrumphed coldly as an extremely terrifying aura materialized before hurtling toward Liu Qianhuan.
Boom! Space began to twist and warp in that instant.
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