"Those who submit to me will prosper; those who oppose me will die!"
These words echoed endlessly in the vast core region of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. The Sovereign Dao's might shook the world.
A resplendent holy light shone on the First Prince's altar, illuminating the entire core region like the sun.
This made the altars of the other princes pale in comparison.
"This is the Sovereign Dao?"
Amid the blazing holy flame, the yellow papers on the various altars opened their eyes at the same time. Intense horror flashed in their eyes.
No one expected the First Prince Wang Fei to merge his Sovereign Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein so quickly.
It was simply unimaginable and unbelievable.
Everyone expected the Sovereign Dao to be much more difficult to merge than the other Great Dao.
It was impossible for the First Prince to succeed so quickly before the other princes.
Inside the palace, even the aloof Yan Emperor felt shocked. As he held the genuine Yan Imperial Sword in his hand, his body trembled slightly as he said, "Impossible …"
"Why is it impossible? The facts prove that the First Prince is indeed the chosen one, the leader of our Yanwu Dynasty's resurgence."
The Yan Emperor looked back and saw the imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor. Then, he suddenly understood something. "You … you have already crossed the line. The ancestral teachings say that the succession race has to be fair. If you go against the ancestral teachings, my Yanwu Dynasty will be destroyed. "
Everyone knew that the imperial ancestral temple controlled the entrances to the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
They knew most of the secrets of the mausoleum. If they were willing to lend a hand, they would definitely be able to survive.
If they helped, the First Prince could merge his Sovereign Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein at an incredible speed.
However, this was equivalent to deciding who the crown prince would be.
This completely went against the ancestral teachings, ignoring the ancestral teachings and shaking the foundation of the nation.
"A great calamity is approaching. The Yanwu Dynasty is in the eye of the storm. If it does not change, it will self-destruct. Don't think that I do not know that you secretly went to Spirit Vulture Mountain. That group of bald donkeys did not agree to help you, right? "
The imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor's expression did not change as he looked coldly at the Yan Emperor, appearing exceptionally cold.
The Yan Emperor felt stunned. Clearly, he had not expected the other party to know him so well.
"Based on your confused expression, that group of bald donkeys from the Hidden Spirit Temple probably did not agree to help you. Hmph, this bunch of bald donkeys have always been high and mighty, acting as if they were otherworldly masters, but in reality, they're just collecting incense and worshiping the Devil Buddha. "
The imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor said indifferently, "Do you want to draw your sword? You can't pull it out, right? You are already a thing of the past. A new Yan Imperial Sword will be born. Watch carefully, accompany us to the end of the last play, and obediently pass on the throne. "
Sou sou sou!
Right after Xiao Chen spoke, many experts of the imperial ancestral temple appeared in the palace high in the clouds.
The Yan Emperor had an unsightly expression as he looked at the elders walking out from behind the Sovereign Ancestor. He felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Suddenly, he somewhat understood why the abbot did not agree to his request that day.
This was because the dynasty was no longer under his control. The clan elders' influence was deeply rooted in the dynasty's bloodline.
In the great hall below, the feudal vassals and the big shots of the aristocratic families were present.
They did not know that a coup had quietly taken place in the palace in the clouds. The current Yan Emperor was stripped of his throne by the joint efforts of the imperial ancestral temple's elders.
In the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb:
The First Prince Wang Fei soared into the air amid resplendent holy light and looked around coldly. A tyrannical kingly Dao that looked down on the world made the four princes tremble.
"Damn it! How can this be?!"
The Eighth Prince Wang Feng felt startled and angry. His Wind Great Dao was only half a step away from perfectly merging with the dynasty's Dragon Vein.
In Wang Feng's opinion, no matter what, he should be ahead of Wang Fei.
Merging the Wind Great Dao was much simpler than merging the Sovereign Dao.
"Oh no!"
The expressions of Dao Yan and the Profound Heaven Holy Son Wenren Yu changed at the same time. This was because Wang Fei, who was high in the sky, fixed his gaze on Wang Feng, who was in the sacred flame.
"Eighth Prince, quickly leave the altar. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire."
Wang Feng showed an unresigned expression. "Give me a little more time, and I can perfectly merge the Wind Great Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein!"
"There is no time. It is enough that you have already imprinted it."
Dao Yan and Wenren Yu did not give Wang Feng a chance to speak. They worked together to pull him out of the sacred flame and shouted, "Quickly move away!"
However, they were still one step too late. Wang Fei drew his sword, and a vast dragon image appeared.
The accumulations of the dynasty that had existed for one hundred thousand years were vividly displayed in Wang Fei's sword.
When the sword light landed, the altar that the Eighth Prince was on suddenly crumbled, turning into countless shards.
Wang Feng appeared somewhat dispirited. "My altar …"
The scattered shards of the altar were like bubbles in a beautiful dream to Wang Feng, drifting in all colors.
It's gone … it's all gone.
A terrifying shockwave spread out as boundless Dragon Energy poured out from the shattered altar. The Dragon Essence turned into many dragon images, continuously heading for Wang Fei in the air, causing his might to soar.
"Hahaha! Those who submit to me will prosper; those who oppose me will die!"
When Wang Fei felt the overwhelming power contained in the Yan Imperial Sword in his hand, he entered a frenzied state as he shouted again.
The might of one sword strike destroyed his greatest competitor's altar. The swelling energy made Wang Fei's heart grow infinitely larger.
"Oh no!"
The Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi's expression changed slightly. Then, he said decisively, "Retreat!"
After dealing with the Eighth Brother, there was no doubt that First Brother's target would be him.
Since that was the case, he might as well retreat earlier. There was no need to insist on a perfect merger of his Great Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein. Since the mark was already there, it meant that there was still hope. There was still hope.
The altar was already useless. If he insisted on perfection, he would definitely be destroyed.
Damn it …
Although Wang Yi calmly analyzed the pros and cons in his heart, he still felt a strong sense of unwillingness.
"Whoosh!"
Sikong Shu, the Silver Dragon King, and the other Great Desolate Eon bloodline outstanding talents protected the Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi as they jumped off the altar and fled.
"Bang!"
Nearly the instant Wang Yi jumped off the altar, the First Prince Wang Fei's attack arrived.
The altar shattered in that instant, and the sacred flame scattered on the ground. The burning ferocious beasts howled miserably as they fled in all directions.
"Withdraw!"
Wang Fei smiled coldly. The Yan Imperial Sword in his hand frantically absorbed the Dragon Essence leaking out of the altar.
Aside from me, everyone else is an ant!
The Sovereign Dao, this is the Sovereign Dao. The greater one's momentum, the stronger one's strength. After Wang Fei destroyed the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince's momentum, his own momentum swelled to a level that no one dared to look directly at.
Below the altar, Lord Xi's group showed calm expressions as if they had expected this.
"How terrifying! How can First Brother be so strong?"
The Third Prince, who had just occupied an altar, had just jumped onto it. He did not even have time to refine the Yan Imperial Sword.
When the Third Prince saw everything that happened before him, he was completely stunned, unable to continue fighting.
"Oh no!"
The Third Prince's expression changed dramatically. He felt a killing Qi encasing him, preventing him from moving, and his entire body trembled.
"First Brother … First Brother … I have no intention of fighting with you. I'll give up now."
Fear filled the Third Prince's heart. He stuttered, wanting to cry, but no tears came out.
"Boom!"
However, Wang Fei did not give the Third Prince a chance to speak. When his sword descended, he destroyed the Third Prince along with the altar.
This happened again and again.
Wang Fei sent out three sword strikes, destroying an altar with one sword strike. Three sword strikes destroyed three altars.
Those who paid attention could tell that this was no longer Wang Fei's own strength. He seemed to have borrowed the momentum of the dynasty's Dragon Vein.
Before the other princes could perfectly merge their Great Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein, the dynasty's Dragon Vein already treated Wang Fei as the true crown prince.
The dynasty's Dragon Vein already treated Wang Fei as the true crown prince.
In this Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, the dynasty's Dragon Vein was equivalent to the Yanwu Dynasty's one hundred thousand years of accumulations. As for the First Prince Wang Fei, he was the embodiment of this dynasty's accumulations. With the Yan Imperial Sword in hand, he carried the mandate of heaven. ---
When the Fourth Prince Wang Yun saw the dead Third Prince in the distance, he felt a chill run down his spine.
If the Fourth Prince had not listened to Yuan Zhen earlier, he would have been the one dead.
Wang Yun said sincerely, "Mister Yuan, many thanks for saving my life."
Shock also flashed in Yuan Zhen's eyes on his calm face under the hood. Clearly, he was somewhat surprised by the strength that Wang Fei displayed.
"There's no need to thank me. We are in the same boat. Saving you is saving myself."
Wang Yun did not care about Yuan Zhen's words. He asked somewhat anxiously, "Mister Yuan, where is the ninth altar that you mentioned?"
Yuan Zhen smiled faintly and said, "There's no rush. This is not the time for you to be anxious. There is someone even more anxious than you."
Wang Yun felt slightly stunned. Then, he looked in the direction of Yuan Zhen's finger and saw the Ninth Prince Wang Yan's altar.
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