The humiliation and fury within Yang Zhaozhen's heart reached a peak. Still, his mind had completely calmed down now.
While he felt extremely humiliated, while he found it hard to accept, he was now clear on one fact.
He was not Yan Zhaoge's match.
Even with the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear in hand, the youth before him also had a Sacred Artifact accompanying him.
If he continued fighting to the death, there would only be one outcome, and that was that he would die at Yan Zhaoge's hands. There would be no second possibility!
Even if there was hope of perishing together with him, the valiant and brutal Yang Zhaozhen would still fight to the death. However, knowing that there was no chance of victory at all, after calming down, he instantly felt the urge to retreat.
Gazing over, Yan Zhaoge saw that Yang Zhaozhen who had been sent flying by his palm had not stabilised his figure this time as he instead made use of the momentum of his flight to flee into the distance.
The green flames were retracted, white light expanding which seemed to transform into wings as Yang Zhaozhen directly flew into the distance.
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "Easy to come, difficult to leave."
The roar of dragons resounded in the air, ceaseless by the ear as a massive palace appeared before everyone's eyes.
Numerous dragons of light rampaged between the heavens and the earth, their majestic, authoritative power shocking the surrounding area.
Gazing over in shock, Yang Zhaozhen saw that the palace was jet-black all over, flickering with golden radiance as countless sigils and runes appeared on its walls.
Streams of golden cloud qi suffused the area, transforming into a sea of clouds that directly enveloped the horizon, completely obscuring the space around Labour Wind City.
Yang Zhaozhen was not someone who lacked knowledge. Therefore, after clearly seeing the palace before him, he felt even more shocked than the other spectators.
While every brick and tile of this massive palace seemed no different from ordinary materials, it actually seemed to have been formed from numerous pieces of dragon bones and numerous dragon scales!
Every brick and tile of the entire palace was priceless as they also contained extraordinary power!
Gathered together, it manifested boundless majesty. Aside from Yang Zhaozhen who was a Martial Saint, all the other lifeforms in the surrounding five thousand kilometres felt a desire to bow down in subservience as they looked at the palace in mid-air.
The palace was concealed amidst the numerous auspicious clouds of dragon might, resembling a true dragon hiding its head. Yet, it possessed the might of a monarch descending to all beneath the heavens, ruling over all things.
The great gate of the palace opened, a massive suction force emanating from within as numerous patterns of light flickered, wanting to form a frenzied tide that swept Yang Zhaozhen within.
Greatly shocked, Yang Zhaozhen hurriedly brandished the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear, circulating his own strength to resist the terrifying suction force of the Myriad Dragon Palace.
Noticing from the corner of his eye that Yan Zhaoge had also risen from the ground and was flying towards him, Yang Zhaozhen's face was livid as he raised his wrist, a green fiery light shooting into the horizon.
The flames were about to explode in the sky, but the surrounding void suddenly darkened.
Yang Zhaozhen's pupils shrank. He saw that the sky above his head was shrouded in darkness. There was no sound, no light, and no light. The green flames were directly swallowed by the darkness.
The next moment, a clap of thunder resounded in the darkness.
The pale white lightning flashed, as if it was the first ray of light born in the eternal darkness.
Lightning exploded, and streaks of pale white lightning struck down on Yang Zhaozhen.
Helpless, Yang Zhaozhen could only raise his Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear to painstakingly resist the bombardment of Yan Zhaoge's Thunder of Eternal Night.
Yan Zhaoge walked neither hurriedly nor slowly before him, smiling at Yang Zhaozhen before he struck out with another palm.
Yang Zhaozhen's eyes seemed on the brink of imploding, yet he was powerless to evade as he was sent flying backwards once more by Yan Zhaoge's palm, falling within the great gate of the Myriad Dragon Palace.
The great gate mightily closed, intense vibrations quickly emanating from within.
After sending Yang Zhaozhen into the Myriad Dragon Palace with a palm, Yan Zhaoge did not rush in to pursue him as he instead swivelled his head to look at the other Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners.
Originally, after their initial shock, the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners had all unconsciously rushed over, wanting to reinforce Yang Zhaozhen as they surrounded and attacked Yan Zhaoge together.
However, the situation had changed in an instant. The Myriad Dragon Palace had appeared, directly imprisoning and suppressing Yang Zhaozhen.
There were many Martial Grandmaster experts amongst these Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners, all of whom had usually been ruthless characters who rampaged through the world.
However, as Yan Zhaoge's gaze swept past them now, they all felt a chill run through their bodies as they even felt their limbs go numb.
Seeing that even the supreme Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen who usually guarded the Phoenix Bearing Region was not Yan Zhaoge's match, the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners all felt their bodies trembling uncontrollably at this moment.
Yan Zhaoge flicked his sleeve, a thousand jade green light dragons roaring as they instantly swept through the heavens and the earth!
Numerous green dragons rampaged between the heavens and the earth, sweeping through the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners.
The dense sword-light caused the entire Labour Wind City to be immersed in an icy chill.
It was not just the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners. Even those Wei Family Elders who had come along with Wei Yunsheng were slaughtered by Yan Zhaoge's sword-light!
As his sleeve flickered, the sword-light was completely retracted. Yan Zhaoge had a leisurely expression on his face as he strode into the Myriad Dragon Palace.
Just having entered the palace, all-encompassing green fire surged before his eyes.
Within the sea of fire, Yang Zhaozhen's face was sunken as water as he glared unblinkingly at Yan Zhaoge.
Now that it was already a matter of life and death, Yang Zhaozhen gave up on all thoughts of fleeing as he attacked towards Yan Zhaoge with all his might.
There was only one path he could take now, either killing his way out or dying a tragic death!
Golden light surged amidst the green sea of fire as a great roc flew out, shooting towards Yan Zhaoge.
Seven Fowl Treasured Spear, Great Roc Treasured Spear!
While it was not as agile and ever-changing as the White Crane Treasured Spear, it was even swifter, even more ferocious, even more violent!
The great roc spread its wings, streams of green flames surging along the edges of its golden wings as they enveloped the heavens and covered the earth!
Yan Zhaoge shook his head, extending his palm once more and returning the Cyclic Heavenly Seal.
The green flames were instantly extinguished, the great roc wailing mournfully. Golden light exploded within the Myriad Dragon Palace, specks of light drifting about, resembling countless bird feathers scattering about.
An icy sea coiled around him, numerous ice dragons roaring as they grew even stronger as the draconic qi of the Myriad Dragon Palace revolved around them.
Garbed in the Imperious Cold Martial Armour, Yan Zhaoge extended a hand, directly grabbing the shaft of Yang Zhaozhen's Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear.
With the tip of the spear right before Yan Zhaoge's eyes, Yan Zhaoge could even feel the sharp sharpness of the cold, icy coldness as well as the scorching, dry heat within.
However, the spear shaft was firmly fixed on the spot, unable to move an inch.
Yan Zhaoge looked calmly at the tip of the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear before him as well as Yang Zhaozhen who was just inches away from him, smiling slightly.
The Imperious Cold Martial Armour on his body instantly transformed into an ice dragon, moving along Yan Zhaoge's arm and coiling around the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear.
The shaft of the spear lit up with a magnificent radiance. Within the radiance, a dark-feathered roc flapped its wings and soared high into the sky, its boundless power stirring up wild waves.
However, after being swept up by the ice dragon, the radiance instantly dimmed.
A layer of frost condensed on the surface of the jet-black spear that flickered with golden light.
With a wave of Yan Zhaoge's hand, the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear flew out of Yang Zhaozhen's hands, landing on the ground alongside the Imperious Cold Martial Armour.
The two Sacred Artifacts were filled with spirituality, possessing majestic power. Currently entangled together, even without their owners, they were still engaged in a heaven-shaking, earth-overturning battle within the Myriad Dragon Palace.
However, despair appeared on Yang Zhaozhen's face.
Having struck the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear with the Imperious Cold Martial Armour, Yan Zhaoge did not halt as he instead continued punching towards Yang Zhaozhen with a palm!
The heavens and earth within Yang Zhaozhen's eyes seemed to have closed into a single line at this moment.
Then, amidst that blurry line, a palm squeezed out from the limits of the heavens and the earth. As it flipped, it grew larger and larger, seemingly replacing the existence of the heavens and the earth, everything within the world vanishing as only this palm remained!
The sun and moon lost their light, resembling an ancient divine mountain being lifted up by an unrivalled king of Divinity before smashing down onto the head of Yang Zhaozhen! (To be continued.)
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