"Forfeit, or die!"
Xiao Chen's words were filled with murderous intent. When he drew the Tyrant Saber by one centimeter, the Second Prince's mental defenses crumbled. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
The Second Prince's eyes burned with pain. Blood leaked out of a corner of his lips as he took a few steps back.
The Second Prince stumbled and nearly fell. The other princes endured the immense pressure and stepped forward to support him.
"Second Brother!"
"How is it?"
The Second Prince covered his eyes and said sullenly, "Go. Don't bother about me."
"Let's go together. We still have a chance."
Do we still have a chance?
A sour feeling welled up in the Second Prince's heart. He let the other princes go but not him.
It was not that he could not; he did not dare to.
This was because Xiao Chen did not allow the Second Prince to leave. He only gave the Second Prince two choices: either die or forfeit.
If the Second Prince did not want to die, he could only forfeit.
The Second Prince had no other choice. The Second Prince pushed the other princes aside and shouted, "I told you to go, so go. Don't bother about me. I forfeit!"
After the Second Prince's voice rang out, his figure slowly turned indistinct.
Then, he vanished, forcefully sent out by the imperial ancestral temple's Elders.
"Whoosh!"
His ten guests left with the Second Prince. Immediately, the pressure on Wu Meng and the others, who were protecting Wang Yan in the air, decreased.
"Clang!"
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber and looked around. Then, he fixed his gaze on the other two princes with the First Prince.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The two princes' hearts pounded wildly. A chill invaded their limbs and bones, feeling horrified.
They quickly called out to their guests and quickly left this place.
Ignoring the princes who left, Xiao Chen turned around and looked in another direction.
The Demon Blood Vulture was suppressing the four princes, led by the Fifteenth Prince, by itself.
Most of the princes' guests had already gone to attack Wang Yan, who was in the air.
Not many remained on the ground. The Demon Blood Vulture was like a blazing Scarlet Phoenix, dyeing the sky scarlet.
Occasionally, it flapped its wings, kicking up a bloody rain and wind.
The bloody rain was poisonous and corrosive, and the wind contained Yin-attributed flames. If one was not careful, one would be covered in wounds.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the Demon Blood Vulture opened its mouth, and a horrifying suction force burst out.
Rumble!
A strong wind blew, and a boundless suction pulled these people towards the Demon Blood Vulture's mouth.
The four princes drew their Yan Imperial Swords with unsightly expressions, doing their best to resist. However, Xiao Chen still could not avoid the Demon Blood Vulture's suction.
The Yan Imperial Sword in the prince's hand could provide him with boundless combat prowess in the Yanwu Dynasty's territory.
In the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, this kind of support could be multiplied.
However, after these princes drew their Yan Imperial Swords, their situation did not improve. This showed how horrifying the strength of the Demon Blood Vulture was after breaking out of its cocoon.
When the Demon Blood Vulture saw that it could not devour these things, it became somewhat frustrated. The scarlet flame on its body flared up.
His body grew rapidly, and as he spread his wings, everything within five thousand kilometers was plunged into darkness.
Phoenix Fire Ablaze!
Then, it suddenly turned into a raging flame and swooped down. The raging flames instantly covered the ground, burning fiercely. The flames were so large that they were like a vast ocean, the waves roaring angrily.
The four princes, without exception, fell into the sea of fire at the same time, screaming miserably.
"Your Highness!"
When the guests surrounding Wang Yan saw the situation, they were startled. They had no choice but to give up on stopping Wang Yan from ascending the altar.
Then, they turned around and landed to save their princes.
Wang Yan, who had been approaching the altar step by step, no longer faced any obstruction. He leaped into the air and landed on the altar.
Wu Meng and the others heaved a sigh of relief, revealing joy on their faces. Earlier, they had blocked forty-odd Sovereign Emperors, putting them in a perilous situation. Fortunately, they managed to pull through.
--- On a slope far away from the altar:
The Seventh Prince and his group were observing everything that was happening in this place with great interest.
When Wang Yun saw Xiao Chen scare off the other princes by himself, he frowned slightly. "This Xiao Chen is somewhat … scary. No wonder he could ruin First Brother's wedding. He cannot be underestimated."
The skinny old man at the side smiled coldly and said, "Haha! No matter how difficult he is to deal with, he is just a 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor in the end. There is no need for Your Highness to worry."
Wang Yun nodded. After some thought, he said, "Right, I naturally know that. How can this prince be trash like Second Brother, forced to give up without even drawing his sword?"
"Seventh Prince, look over there!"
Wang Yun looked around, and shock immediately appeared on his face. He was completely stunned by the Demon Blood Vulture's strength.
"What demonic pet is this?"
The skinny old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Demon Blood Vulture. It should be a Demon Blood Vulture. Furthermore, it is a Demon Blood Vulture with a mutated bloodline, continuously reverting to its ancestral state. Interesting."
Greed flashed in Wang Yun's eyes as he said, "Demon Blood Vultures are rare in the first place. One with a mutated bloodline is even rarer. If it were in my hands, it would be incredible. Come, charge with me. Ninth Brother is about to reach the altar. Hahaha! "
It looked like Wang Yan was about to reach the altar.
Wang Yun, who had been waiting impatiently, laughed maniacally and immediately prepared to charge over. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that Wu Meng, Hao Kai, and the others had just finished a huge battle and had not rested yet to take advantage.
"Wind!"
However, just as the group leaped off the mound and was about to take action, a strong wind carrying a boundless saber aura surged over.
The wind swept up sand and sand, causing the group's clothes to flutter. They could not keep their eyes open.
"What's going on?"
Wang Yun squinted his eyes and looked forward. He saw a blurry figure slowly walking out from the sandstorm.
That figure slowly became clearer in the sandstorm.
That figure wore familiar silver battle armor with dragon motifs swimming around it. His facial features were delicate and distinct, and a sharp light radiated from his face. With just one look, Wang Yun felt a solid tyrannical aura surging over.
If this was not Xiao Chen, who else could it be?!
"How arrogant!"
Someone among the Seventh Prince's guests shouted and used his Emperor's Might to push back the sandstorm.
Xiao Chen, who was wearing the Alloy Dragon Armor, showed a faint smile on his face, not minding it.
He allowed the strong wind to blow on his body. As his long hair fluttered, he exuded an air of calmness and calmness.
Wang Yun's expression turned sullen as he said coldly, "Xiao Chen, do you think that I am trash like Second Brother? Do you think that I will give up in fear before you even make one move? "
Xiao Chen replied softly, "Naturally not. The reason why the Second Prince could be frightened by me was because none of his followers were by his side. The Seventh Prince's guests are around, so he is naturally confident. "
The moment Xiao Chen said that, Wang Yun felt an irrepressible rage in his heart.
He was a smart person and immediately understood what Xiao Chen meant.
Xiao Chen was saying that Wang Yun was trash like the Second Prince, just that he had more guests by his side.
The skinny old man smiled faintly and patted the Seventh Prince's shoulder. "Seventh Prince, there is no need to get angry. Leave this brat to me. You all quickly go and occupy the altar. He is buying time so that the Ninth Prince's guests can recover some strength. "
"Hehe! Trying to play tricks before me? Young man, you are still too inexperienced!"
Wang Yun was startled upon hearing that. This brat nearly angered him into losing his mind. Now was the best time to occupy the Ninth Prince's altar.
Wang Yun did not have time to waste with this Xiao Chen.
"Humph! Let's go. There is no need to care about him!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! "
A group of people soared into the air, wanting to bypass Xiao Chen and charge towards the Ninth Prince's altar.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes, showing a calm expression.
Sixth-layer Thunder Dao Domain!
Fourth-layer Ice Dao Domain!
Second-layer Saber Dao Domain!
Three Dao Domains layered over Xiao Chen's body. The pure Dao Might in his body even surpassed that of a small world formed by a tenth-layer Dao Domain.
Xiao Chen opened his eyes, drew his saber, and drew it.
Xiao Chen carried the Dao Might that surpassed a tenth-layer Dao Domain. The Tyrant Saber in his hand erupted with a boundless saber aura.
The saber aura soared into the clouds, covering the sky and covering the ground.
As Xiao Chen's saber descended, it seemed like it was one with heaven. The guests that looked like they were about to fly over Xiao Chen's head all grunted as if they had suffered a heavy blow.
Blood leaked out of the corners of their mouths as if they had suffered a heavy blow. The boundless saber aura that descended from the sky severely injured them. Then, they fell like meteors at lightning speed. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
This saber strike forced back the nine Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors, as well as the Seventh Prince.
The Dao Might that surpassed the tenth-layer Dao Domain made Xiao Chen, who wore the Alloy Dragon Armor, look like a dragon god descending from the heavens.
As Xiao Chen held his saber horizontally, he looked straight at the skinny old man. Then, he said indifferently, "I did not agree to let them pass. Your words do not count; mine does."
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