Since arriving in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, Xiao Chen rarely drew his saber. He mostly used the Supreme Dragon Fist to fight.
However, it would be a huge mistake to think that the Tyrant Saber on Xiao Chen's back was just for show.
After his conversation with Chu Chaoyun, Xiao Chen felt an irreversible rage and helplessness at the cycle of epochs.
This allowed his Saber Dao Domain to break through to the third layer, improving his Saber Dao further.
Once Xiao Chen drew his saber, he could bring out a saber move that surpassed the tenth-layer Dao Might.
When Xiao Chen swung his saber, he stunned the Seventh Prince and the guests that were forced back by the momentum.
Dao Yan grasped a tenth-layer Ice Dao Domain and condensed it in an ice small world.
His strength could be considered unrivaled in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
When Xiao Chen layered his three Dao Domains into saber moves, he was no weaker than the other party's.
If one treated Xiao Chen as a mere 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor, that would be a joke.
With one saber, Xiao Chen forced the Seventh Prince's group to a standstill amid the vast sandstorm.
Xiao Chen had never thought of killing all these Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors alone. That would be too exaggerated.
All Xiao Chen needed to do was block these people and give Wu Meng and the others time to recover their Divine Energy and Soul Energy.
Actually, many people felt that this goal was unrealistic.
However, the truth was that the might of Xiao Chen's saber forced all these guests back.
Xiao Chen looked around and fixed his gaze on the Seventh Prince Wang Yun, who was currently wiping blood from a corner of his lips.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xiao Chen raised the Tyrant Saber in his hand and charged over.
"Whoosh!"
Leaving behind a purple electric mark, Xiao Chen's figure flashed. In the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of the Seventh Prince.
"Protect the Seventh Prince!"
The expressions of the other guests changed slightly as they quickly stood up to block Xiao Chen.
In the end, there was only one person. Xiao Chen could not bring out a might surpassing the tenth-layer Dao Might with every saber strike.
There was only one way to stop the other party from advancing.
After killing the Seventh Prince, Xiao Chen continuously attacked, forcing the other guests to stay and protect him.
This was an overt plot. Even if they saw through it, they could not do anything about it!
As the weapons clashed, Wang Yun paled at the sight of Xiao Chen charging over. While the other guests were obstructing Xiao Chen, he hurriedly retreated.
The many Sovereign Emperors tried to detain Xiao Chen several times.
However, Xiao Chen did not linger in a battle. He retreated upon contact with his saber moves and killing Qi. From the start to the end, it had enveloped Wang Yun, causing him to flee in all directions in a panic.
Xiao Chen's sixth-layer Thunder Dao Domain allowed him to bring out the limits of the Divine Movement Nine Variations.
If he was determined to leave, few could keep up with his pace.
"Stay here!"
Boom!
Suddenly, Xiao Chen sensed a dangerous aura and saw four tree trunks growing out of the ground. Ka, ka, ka. The tree trunks were stacked together, forming a wooden cage.
Ka ka ka!
When the Tyrant Saber struck the surface, it produced a metallic clang. Despite the might of the Tyrant Saber, each saber strike only left a shallow mark.
"Humph! Now that you have entered my Heavenly Wood Cage, you can forget about leaving."
The skinny old man, who had been enduring without making a move, hovered in the air. He showed a cold smile as he looked at Xiao Chen in disdain. "No matter what, you are just a 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor. Kill him!"
The other Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors had already had enough of Xiao Chen.
When they saw this opportunity, they did not hesitate to execute all sorts of killing moves.
In that instant, boundless Emperor's Might shook the sky. All sorts of mysterious phenomena covered the sky. A horrifying killing Qi spread out, creating a startling lineup. Even the princes on the altars could not help looking over, wanting to see what was happening.
"Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique, In the Mortal Realm!"
Xiao Chen did not panic at all. He showed no fear in the face of danger as he executed In the Mortal Realm.
"Bang!"
The supreme killing Buddha that descended instantly burst the Heavenly Wood Cage. That killing Buddha figure bloomed with the Buddhist mark on Xiao Chen's forehead and expanded continuously. Then, it pushed with both hands and blocked the killing moves from all directions.
"Rumble …!" Amid loud sounds, the sky shook and the ground shook. When the many Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors worked together to bombard this ancient land that had existed since the Ancient Immemorial Era, a huge, boundless pit appeared.
A purple light flashed, and Xiao Chen leaped out of the huge pit.
The shocked guests once again fixed their gazes on the Seventh Prince, Wang Yun.
When Wang Xu met Xiao Chen's gaze, he gritted his teeth in frustration. He simply did not want to run anymore.
He simply did not want to run anymore. Xiao Chen chased him like a dog. However, his subordinates could not catch him.
Wang Xu had had enough.
"I'll spare your life. I'll take it later."
However, Xiao Chen did not charge over as he expected. After saying that indifferently, he turned around and left.
"Detain him!"
The skinny old man shouted. Xiao Chen could come and go as he pleased. How could there be such logic?
"Can you detain him?"
Xiao Chen turned around and swung his saber, executing the Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique's Resolving the Mundane, sending out an eternal and inextinguishable saber light.
"Boom!"
When the saber light swept out, the guests who were chasing Xiao Chen had no choice but to stop and block this move.
When the shock waves scattered, the Buddhist Might vanished.
When everyone looked around, Xiao Chen's figure was nowhere to be seen. He had already turned into a flash of purple light, firmly drifting towards Wang Yan's altar.
He came like flowing water and left like the wind …
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Chen's figure moved like the wind as he landed firmly like a falling leaf.
The others on the altar had already recovered and were waiting for Xiao Chen to return.
Seeing Wang Yan look over, Xiao Chen nodded. Everything went without saying.
A sacred flame burned fiercely on the altar. The fiery light shone on the faces of Xiao Chen, Xiao Suo, Wu Meng, Hao Kai, and the others. All of them looked incredibly resolute and determined.
These people shared the same thought. They had killed their way here, waiting for this moment.
Wang Yan stepped forward and drew his Yan Imperial Sword. The Dao Might of his Massacre Dao Domain spread into the surroundings.
The thick killing intent made the hearts of the people present tremble slightly.
Just as Wang Yan was about to stab the Yan Imperial Sword into the altar, Xiao Chen suddenly asked, "Ninth Prince, do you know what the origin of the Massacre Dao is?"
"Oh? I have never thought about this question. I would find it difficult to cultivate the Massacre Dao to the tenth layer within a few hundred years, "Wang Yan answered, feeling slightly surprised.
After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Xiao Chen and answered, "The end of the Massacre Dao is the Demon.
Without a heart to pursue the Demon, one will never be able to touch the origin of the Massacre Dao. This Demon is not what you understand it to be. Just make your move. Don't bother with my words. "
Xiao Chen still wanted to say something. However, after thinking about it, he did not say anything.
Wang Yan frowned slightly. He often guarded the borders, fighting with Demonic Dao cultivators. Even if there were not ten thousand Demonic Dao cultivators who died at his hands, there were at least several thousand. However, Wang Yan found Xiao Chen's words somewhat incomprehensible.
"I will remember what you said."
However, Wang Yan was still willing to believe in Xiao Chen. This trust stemmed from the fact that they had gone through life and death together. Furthermore, there was Xiao Chen's unique air and the things that happened to him that inspired respect.
"Thank you."
Xiao Chen's thoughts wandered, and his memories unfurled like a painting. The Wang Yan before him reminded him of someone.
An old friend of the Kunlun Realm, an old friend that Xiao Chen could never forget.
Yan Shisan of the Massacre Sword Dao. During the final battle of the Kunlun Realm's Demonic Calamity, he became a Demon with one sword strike, killing to seek benevolence.
At that moment, Xiao Chen understood that the origin of the Massacre Dao was the Demon. If Xiao Chen could defeat the Massacre Dao, he would be able to grasp the Massacre Dao's origin. However, back then, Yan Shisan felt that he could not grasp the origin of the Massacre Dao.
He chose to commit suicide, leaving behind a tragic legend in the Kunlun Realm.
"Boom!"
The Yan Imperial Sword surrounded by the aura of massacre stabbed into the fierce flames. A holy light soared into the clouds, and dragon roars rang out.
Xiao Chen finally occupied all eight altars.
The second round of the succession race reached its most intense moment at this moment.
Grim Reaper Lin Feng looked over from the altar occupied by the Eleventh Prince in the distance. When he saw this scene, he revealed a faint smile.
Lin Feng had no choice but to become the Eleventh Prince's guest. However, he had never stopped paying attention to Xiao Chen.
Seeing that the Ninth Prince occupied an altar as well, Lin Feng heaved a sigh of relief.
The Universe Origin Sect's Chu Feng, who was beside Lin Feng, showed a different expression. He had a grudge with Xiao Chen in the Faux God World; they could be considered mortal enemies.
"This fellow is becoming more and more unfathomable."
The Eleventh Prince said, "Focus. The second wave of ferocious beasts is about to arrive."
Lin Feng and Chu Feng withdrew their gazes and looked at the boundless ferocious beasts in front again.
At this moment, ferocious beasts occupied the entire core region of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
The ferocious beasts densely packed the area, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The princes who did not occupy altars mixed in with the ferocious beasts, attacking the princes refining their Yan Imperial Swords.
Wang Yan, who occupied the last altar, could not avoid being targeted by the other princes.
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