The Thirteenth Prince's group, which was rushing to Black Wind Ridge at full speed, made everyone feel the severity of the situation.
At the same time, this made the Ninth Prince's supporters in the palace worry.
The Thirteenth Prince's disciples were the outstanding talents of the eight great empires' Sovereign Emperors. They all had Great Desolate Eon bloodlines, and they were practically undefeated in the first round.
Among the princes, his strength could be ranked in the top three. That was because there were some princes who weren't as weak as they seemed on the surface, but their strength was definitely enough to rank in the top five.
As for the Ninth Prince Wang Yan, he spent most of his time outside. His faction in the capital was practically nonexistent.
He had relied on Xiao Chen's connections and the Misty Rain Pavilion's resources to recruit guests.
There was a great disparity in strength between the two events.
In Black Wind Ridge, the battle was in full swing.
Hao Kai of the Golden Crow Empire was fighting one against two. He was fighting Xiahou Zun, Bai Yunfei, and the troublesome white lightning python.
Even though he had an overwhelming advantage in terms of cultivation, neither Xiahou Zun nor Bai Yunfei dared to fight him head-on.
However, the two of them were outstanding talents. They were intelligent and had astonishing comprehension abilities. By relying on his powerful foundation, he actually managed to stall Hao Kai.
On top of that, there was the elusive White Python, which could cause serious injuries if one was not careful.
No matter how furious Hao Kai was, he could not break away from the two of them. He could not free himself to help the Ninth Prince Wang Yan.
As for Senior Feng and Tuoba Yun, the two of them were already fighting with all their might.
Everyone took out Inferior Grade Soul Tools and unleashed their full power. Dao Domains clashed with Dao Domains, Soul Tools clashed with Soul Tools. They were equally matched, and it would be difficult to determine the victor if there were no external forces.
However, as time passed and the Thirteenth Prince's army arrived, their advantage would become apparent.
Time was not on Senior Feng's side. If they continued to fight, there was no guarantee that his mental state wouldn't change.
Inside the Imperial Palace, all the feudal vassals, the big shots of the four regions, and the noble families were paying close attention to this battle.
It was Qin Ming and the Ninth Prince Wang Yan!
There was no need to doubt Qin Ming's strength. He had been famous for a long time. Among the outstanding talents of the Eight Great Empires, the Golden Dragon Race was grooming him as the next crown prince.
He himself did not waste these resources.
Since Xiao Chen's debut, he had used his various accomplishments to carve out the title of Dragon God Crown Prince. This showed that his reputation was not undeserved.
However, although the Ninth Prince Wang Yan spent most of his time outside, leading troops into battle, the Ninth Prince Wang Yan was not an ordinary person.
However, compared to talent, bloodline, and resources, they were all inferior. The only advantage they had was one thing.
With the Yan Imperial Sword in hand, Xiao Chen could bring out strength that surpassed that of the other outstanding talents. The Dragon Fate in the sword could be converted into his own combat strength at any time.
The two of them stared at each other, competing with their auras as they searched for each other's flaws.
Qin Ming showed an indifferent expression, showing no joy or sorrow in his eyes. His Emperor Dragon Might soared into the clouds. Vaguely, it turned into an enormous Golden Dragon that coiled in the sky, looking down at the common people from above.
His clothes and long hair fluttered in the wind. His handsome facial features were well-defined, as if they had been carved out by a ghost axe, sharp and boundless.
As Wang Yan held the Yan Imperial Sword, he showed a grave expression, feeling heavy pressure.
Xiao Chen's cultivation was lower than the other party's in the first place, only a 2-Vein Sovereign Emperor. Furthermore, the other party had a Divine Dragon bloodline, so his aura was much weaker.
If not for the Yan Imperial Sword, Wang Yan would have fallen long ago.
However, Wang Yan's pitch-black eyes did not show any cowardice. His gaze remained resolute and calm. There was also a boundless killing intent that turned into a ferocious wild beast hiding in the depths of his eyes.
This was the Massacre Dao.
Even if one could not defeat the other party, one would not cower. After identifying the enemy, one would not rest until one party died, fighting to the death.
Qin Ming sensed this determination, so he did not act rashly. He only used his aura to slowly suppress the other party. "Sha!
Sha! "
As Wang Yan faced off, Qin Ming unhurriedly took a step forward.
He took this step very slowly.
It was as if the flow of time had slowed down along with this stomp. Even the surrounding scenery was affected and slowed down.
Slow!
However, Wang Yan, who grasped the sword hilt, could not draw it.
Although the other party was slow, he did not show any openings. As he raised his foot, it even contained a great aura, making everyone feel grave.
However, if Wang Yan did not draw his sword, he might not have a chance to draw his sword when the other party's foot landed.
Wang Yan needed to draw his sword.
The killing intent in Wang Yan's eyes slowly gathered like thousands of sparks.
Just as the sparks were about to gather, just as the Yan Imperial Sword was about to be drawn, Qin Ming's foot suddenly sped up.
Fast!
When he slowed down, time seemed to freeze. When he sped up, it was as if time had stopped. When he sped up, the boundless Starry Heavens in the sky changed. The Starry Heavens turned into a painting. Shifting!
"Boom!"
Dragon roars rang out, and the Starry Heavens changed. Before Wang Yan could draw his sword, Qin Ming's foot landed.
Immediately, an Emperor Dragon's Dragon Might burst out from Qin Ming's foot.
A gentleman is like a dragon, moving with the heavens, constantly striving for self-improvement.
Qin Ming shouted, and a visible golden Emperor Dragon's Dragon Might swept out in all directions. Before the sparks formed by the thousands of sparks in Wang Yan's eyes could gather, he got knocked back, and his aura shattered.
"The world is like the earth, and a gentleman is virtuous."
"Boom!"
The entire ground trembled and exploded. Thousands of dragon images burst out, and Qin Ming soared into the air. Qin Ming's Emperor Dragon Might soared in that instant. His speed was even faster than Wang Yan's as he flew back.
Then, he charged over to Wang Yan at a startling speed and punched with the Emperor Dragon Fist.
The expression of Wang Yan, who was knocked back, changed slightly. He had no choice but to give up on drawing his sword. Wang Yan held the sword hilt with one hand and the scabbard with the other, holding the sword horizontally in front of him.
He infused his Divine Energy into the sword using the Massacre Dao. The Dragon Essence on the sword soared, and a dragon image coiled around the scabbard.
"Dang!"
Wang Yan vomited a mouthful of blood. His arm went numb, and he nearly lost his grip on the Yan Imperial Sword.
The force of this punch knocked Wang Yan into the air.
Without waiting for Wang Yan to land, Qin Ming pressed forward with a cold expression, continuously launching attacks.
Immediately, the Golden Divine Dragon's Dragon Might spread out.
Golden dragon images filled the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun. The Emperor Dragon Fist, known as the strongest Fist Technique in the world, pressured everyone to the point of suffocation.
Even through the huge light screen in the royal palace, everyone could feel this overbearing fist light, which made them shudder in fear.
The might of the Emperor Dragon Fist was clear without a doubt.
The fist light was bright, howling like the wind. With every punch, dragon images roared ferociously.
As Wang Yan punched repeatedly, the flickering dragon images could only be seen flashing with golden light because the fist light was too fast. He clenched his teeth and did his best to endure.
Qin Ming made up his mind not to give Wang Yan a chance to draw his sword. This was because such a person who cultivated the Dao of Massacre would not be able to escape.
However, once Wang Yan drew his sword, no matter how injured he was, he could erupt with startling offensive power.
In the clouds in the royal palace, the Yan Emperor frowned slightly but could not do anything.
Right now, Wang Yan could give up and leave. If he did not and got beaten to death, even the Yan Emperor would not be able to say anything.
"It ends here!"
The indifferent Qin Ming saw the huge opening that Wang Yan revealed. Then, he shouted coldly, and countless dragon images spread out in this world. The countless dragon images in this world gathered on Qin Ming's fist light.
When he punched, Wang Yan lost his grip on the Yan Imperial Sword. The sword flew out of his hand and into the sky.
However, Qin Ming's explosive fist light did not lose momentum, continuing mercilessly towards Wang Yan's chest.
"Your Highness!"
Senior Feng, who was fighting with Tuoba Yun at the side, could not help crying out when he saw this scene.
Wang Yan stared blankly at the Yan Imperial Sword that flew into the air in a daze.
He turned a deaf ear to Qin Ming's punches, his eyes only focused on the sword.
"Damn it!"
The Heavenly Book Scholar, who was severely injured and unable to move, felt very anxious. His eyes turned slightly moist as he shouted anxiously, "Your Highness, give up! Give up! Give up! "
If Wang Yan still did not give up, he would not be far from death when this punch landed.
As Wang Yan looked at the swaying Yan Imperial Sword in the air, many thoughts flashed through his mind.
Wang Yan thought about his mother's miserable death when he was young. He thought about offending his thirteenth brother and being forced to leave the imperial capital. He thought about the cruelty of the battlefield. He thought about Xiao Chen's scolding. What use do I have for you?
Should I give up?
Absolutely not!
The killing intent in Wang Yan's eyes turned into sparks again. The flames of the killing intent burned fiercely in his eyes.
A terrifying killing intent erupted from Wang Yan's body. The instant Qin Ming's punch landed on his chest, Wang Yan used his finger as a sword and stabbed Qin Ming's chest as well.
"Pu chi!"
A bloody bowl-sized hole appeared in the Ninth Prince's chest as he went flying back.
Qin Ming did not move back at all. However, when he landed, he wiped his hand across his chest.
Blood covered his hand, and a gash appeared on his chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Wang Yan's final sword strike had also pierced through his Dragon Might.
"You are seeking death!"
Qin Ming immediately felt enraged. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he charged over again.
However, just at this moment, a flash of scarlet light flashed in the air like a burning flame.
A figure leaped up and grabbed the Yan Imperial Sword in the air.
Then, that figure descended like a meteor and shielded Wang Yan, catching the punch.
"Bang!"
The instant the two fists clashed, that person did not move at all. Dragon roars came from his body, not showing any fear of the Emperor Dragon Might that covered the sky.
"Emperor Dragon Fist, Driving Dragons to the Sky!"
Qin Ming's expression changed slightly as he punched. Hearing the command, dragons soared into the sky.
"Supreme Dragon Fist, Leaderless Dragons!"
The newcomer was not flustered at all. He also punched out. The dragons that Qin Ming commanded collided with each other. They turned into thousands of light shadows and scattered in all directions, like headless flies in the air.
"Emperor Dragon Fist, Dragons Bow!"
Qin Ming was enraged. This was the first time this kind of situation had occurred. Immediately, his spirit essence surged and he punched out again. Xiao Chen forced the thousands of dragon images in the sky to gather under his fist light and charge down.
"Supreme Dragon Fist, Raging at the Unfair Heaven!"
Qin Ming was angry, but the person who came was even angrier than him. He was angry at the sky that was ruled by an evil dragon. If the heavens are unfair, then I'll shatter the heavens and restore my clarity.
Boom!
When Xiao Chen punched, the bowing dragon images shattered. The sky turned clear, and the vast Starry Heavens reappeared.
Amidst the scattering starlight, Xiao Chen said softly, "I'll also return a punch to you. I, the Unique and Righteous!"
What was a supreme?
In the Heavens and Earth, only I am supreme!
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