"There's no rush. Now is not the time for you to be anxious. There is someone even more anxious than you."
"Ah?"
Wang Yun looked in the direction Yuan Zhen pointed. It was the altar where the Ninth Prince Wang Yan was. Confusion flashed in his eyes.
"Haha! Stop looking. Hide first."
Yuan Zhen pulled up his hood, hiding his face even deeper. Then, he turned around and said, "Mister Yuan, tell me, where is the ninth altar?"
Wang Yun asked anxiously as he pulled up his hood and shifted his gaze to Yuan Zhen.
Wang Yun retracted his gaze and shifted it to Yuan Zhen. Then, he said anxiously, a crazed look flashing in his eyes.
Wang Yun asked anxiously as he withdrew his gaze and shifted it to Yuan Zhen.
Wang Yun had never felt so close to the crown prince position before. Since he was young, he had always been a joke among the many princes.
Wang Yun clenched his right fist tightly, feeling a surge of hot-bloodedness.
Yuan Zhen glanced over and saw Wang Yun's expression. Then, he smiled faintly and said, "Not bad. I like your current state. However, this is indeed not the time to tell you. Come and hide with me first. The destruction in the battle later will surpass your imagination. "
"Battle?"
Wang Yun appeared somewhat confused. First Brother was so strong now. Who would dare to fight him?
Wang Yun felt helpless to have such an idiot.
Yuan Zhen sighed in his heart. Then, he gave a simple explanation, "The tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. When your brothers wake up, they will understand this principle. They will only have a chance if they work together and destroy your first brother's altar. Don't you see that your first brother's guests are guarding the altar, not daring to move at all? "
Wang Yun looked around. Indeed, that was the case.
Although the Xuewu Dynasty experts and the 6-Vein Sovereign Emperor Zuo Yu appeared relaxed, they did not relax at all. However, he did not let his guard down at all. He warily looked at his surroundings, his defense airtight, not revealing any openings.
When Wang Yun thought of the battle that Yuan Zhen spoke of, he immediately felt horrified.
If it was as Yuan Zhen said, just the ridiculously strong guests of the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince working together would not count the guests of the other princes.
What kind of destructive power would that be? Wang Yun did not dare to imagine.
Startled to his senses, Wang Yun shouted, "Go! Go! Go! Let's leave quickly."
"Don't move. Follow me."
Yuan Zhen shook his head slightly. Then, he led the way, leading the group of guests and the Fourth Prince far away.
The storm in the core region intensified. The First Prince, who had absorbed another altar's Dragon Essence, became even more ferocious. He was so strong that he was beyond reason. Just a look from him was enough to make people tremble in fear.
At this moment, aside from Wang Fei's altar, only three altars remained.
They were the Eleventh Prince, the Ninth Prince Wang Yan, and the Sixth Prince Wang Ming. The other altars were either destroyed or abandoned.
Grim Reaper Lin Feng and the Universe Origin Sect's Chu Feng both had ugly expressions on the Eleventh Prince's altar.
"Should we defend or abandon?"
The Eleventh Prince looked at the two of them. He was still hesitant and conflicted.
Chu Feng said after some thought, "There's no rush. He will definitely target the Ninth Prince Wang Yan with this sword strike. Your Highness, you should focus on refining the Yan Imperial Sword. Only by perfectly merging one's Great Dao will one have a chance to compete with him. "
Lin Feng glanced around and said calmly: "There are still many uncertainties. I think that the eighth prince and the thirteenth prince can't wait any longer."
"That's right. Eighth Brother and Thirteenth Brother will definitely not sit back and watch First Brother continue to be strong!"
The Eleventh Prince made up his mind, no longer conflicted. Then, he focused on refining the Yan Imperial Sword.
The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity. The Eleventh Prince did not want to give up yet. ---
Amid the fierce sacred flame:
Wang Yan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the First Prince Wang Fei. The shock in his heart had yet to fade.
Too fast. It was simply too fast.
The First Prince Wang Fei did not give anyone much time to react. He destroyed the four altars with an unstoppable momentum. At this moment, he was so strong that no one could bear to look at him directly.
The tyranny of the Kingship Dao made Wang Fei's heart swell to the point that it nearly distorted.
Wang Fei was ruthless and decisive when he attacked.
Wang Fei eliminated two of his greatest threats and two of the weakest princes. At this moment, no one could compete with him.
"Ninth Prince, your fate is already in chaos. I can see the situation of the various places. The fate of heaven is in chaos."
The Heavenly Book Scholar frowned heavily. At the crucial moment, his fate failed, making him feel somewhat guilty. "However, Your Highness's fate is a clash of Yin and Yang. It is hard to determine good or bad … I suggest that Your Highness avoid it for now."
"Those who submit to me prosper; those who oppose me die!"
After Wang Fei finished refining the newly absorbed Dragon Essence, he looked around and fixed his gaze on Wang Yan while laughing maniacally.
As everyone expected, the target of Wang Fei's sword strike was the Ninth Prince Wang Yan.
"Xiao Chen, do you dare to receive this sword strike of mine?!"
When Wang Fei saw Xiao Chen on the altar, the murderous intent that he had been suppressing for a long time finally erupted without fear.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Xuan raised his sword and brandished it. The foundation of a dynasty that had more than a hundred thousand years of history. The hundred-thousand-odd years of accumulations of a dynasty turned into a towering sword light, looking like a sharp saber piercing through the sky as it descended on the altar where Wang Yan was.
This already equaled the peak strike of a 7-Vein Sovereign Emperor, perhaps even more horrifying.
Most importantly, this was in the depths of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. Even a true 7-Vein Sovereign Emperor or an 8-Vein Sovereign Emperor would find it hard to display such might.
The unparalleled sword light far surpassed the previous four sword strikes.
This sword strike contained the vast sword light of the dynasty's might. It was also the legendary body of the dynasty that had weathered the river of time.
The might of the sword made the vast and boundless core region seem incredibly insignificant.
Should he defend? Or retreat? It all depended on Wang Yan's thought.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes and let the strong wind caused by the Sword Might flutter his clothes and long hair.
Wang Fei had specifically asked Xiao Chen to receive this sword strike. However, it was not up to him whether he wanted to receive it or not.
It was not a matter of whether Wang Yan could receive it or not. Instead, if Wang Yan chose to retreat, receiving this sword strike would be meaningless.
"This king has never let anyone down in my life. Since everyone did not let me down, I will not let everyone down. Please help me receive this sword strike. We will live and die together!"
Wang Yan's calm words were indistinct before the vast Sword Might. However, it was like tar, igniting the hot-bloodedness in the hearts of Qin Zhuolin, the Heavenly Book Scholar, and the others. They no longer showed any intention of retreating when facing this startling sword strike.
Fight!
"My name is Xiao Suo. Today, I wield the flag with my body of flesh and blood. Scarlet Blood Pirate King, please bestow me an undefeatable fighting spirit! "
Half a lifetime of ups and downs, wandering from place to place; half a lifetime of invincibility, running amok. Xiao Suo shouted and burned his lifeforce. The scarlet war banner fluttered in the wind.
The undefeatable battle hunger that Xiao Chen inherited from the Scarlet Blood Pirate King crossed time and space, breaking through the barriers of time and space from the distant past. It turned into a blood-red sun and lit up the area, forcing back the sun-like radiance of the Wang Fei Dynasty.
"The sun is like the sky, the true fire will never be extinguished!"
The Golden Crow Empire's Hao Kai's expression did not change. Then, like tar, he turned into the Solar True Flame and started burning.
His eyes turned golden, and his Great Desolate Eon bloodline was completely activated. Immediately, a Golden Crow circled around the altar.
"Pointing at the sun as the sky, drawing the earth as the dragon!"
Qin Zhuolin brought out his Dragon Seeking Art to its limits. He pointed one finger at the sky and the other at the ground.
The location of his finger happened to be the blood-colored sun formed by the Undefeatable Battle Will, and it instantly turned into a small altar. Under the sword that was formed from the foundation of a hundred thousand years of the Empire, it forcefully propped up the sky.
His other hand pointed to the ground, drawing the Earth as a Dragon, summoning the image of a Dragon Vein to soar up with the resplendent Golden Crow.
"Righteous Qi of Heaven and Earth, Sun, Moon, and Galaxy!"
The Heavenly Book Scholar could not care too much. He slowly opened the folding fan in his hand. Borrowing the sun, moon, and stars, he transformed his Righteous Qi into a blessing for this world.
Aside from Xiao Chen, Wu Meng and the others on the altar did their best, even overdrawing on their lifeforce.
To block, to block the unparalleled sword materialized by the one hundred thousand years of the dynasty's accumulations.
"Kill!"
Xiao Suo took the lead. He held the blood-colored war banner in his hand as he charged toward that brilliant sword light.
It looked like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a suicidal move. Even the feudal lords outside the palace could not bear to watch.
Dang!
The instant the Scarlet Blood War Banner clashed with the sword light, Xiao Suo vomited a mouthful of blood. Cracks appeared in his right hand, which held the war banner.
Xiao Suo's undefeatable battle hunger actually blocked that unparalleled sword light for a moment.
Everyone was shaken. This scene was just too inconceivable.
Even the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince did not dare to receive this sword strike. To think that a guest of the Ninth Prince blocked it.
"Brother Xiao, I'll help you!"
Whoosh! "
It looked like the cracks on Xiao Suo's arm would spread to his entire body. Then, five figures soared into the air at the same time.
Qin Zhuolin gathered all the power of the world that he could connect to himself. He turned into a dragon image and attacked the sword light materialized by the dynasty, one from the left and one from the right, together with the Golden Crow that Hao Kai turned into.
"Crack!
Crack! "Before everyone's incredulous gazes, cracks appeared in that sword light, showing signs of crumbling.
The First Prince's expression changed dramatically. How can it be like this?!
The Kingship Dao that the First Prince cultivated could not tolerate such failure. Once the Kingship Dao failed, it would harm the Great Dao's origin.
However, just as the First Prince prepared to attack again, he suddenly felt a chill.
When the First Prince looked in the direction of the chill, he saw that Xiao Chen had opened his eyes at some point in time.
A towering azure-colored dragon image materialized behind him, containing the pure royal Divine Dragon's Dragon Might.
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