The Blue Dragon!
The Azure Dragon image was eye-catching and clear. Unlike the dragon images of the past, the Azure Dragon image behind Xiao Chen looked very realistic.
The scales were lifelike, and the fine details could be seen clearly. There was a spiritual light in its eyes, and it was vivid and lifelike.
The pure royal Blue Dragon's Dragon Might made Xiao Chen look like a living ancient Divine Dragon behind him.
This was the effect of the Ten Thousand Dragons Art breaking through to the third layer, the ten thousand Dragons merged into one, and the royal genealogical record of Xiao Chen's true name.
The moment this Blue Dragon appeared, all the princes and guests in the core region could not help looking over.
The royal Blue Dragon's Dragon Might spread to every corner. It was like water or mist, real and ethereal.
After the Dragon Might entered the bodies of the various cultivators, it brought fear and trembling. It was hard not to notice it.
"This …"
Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King, who had agreed to attack Wang Fei together with the Eighth Prince, were stunned.
Their bloodlines were noble, far surpassing those of ordinary Great Desolate Eon bloodline outstanding talents. They were very clear on how extraordinary Xiao Chen's Dragon Might was.
"A mixed-blood dragon? Is this really a mixed-blood dragon? I don't believe it … "
The Silver Dragon King's voice trembled slightly. His Grade 7 Silver Dragon bloodline actually felt some fear. It was like the Silver Dragon King wanted to see a dragon, wanting to kneel and prostrate. This was extremely absurd.
Although the other Divine Beast bloodline outstanding talents also felt fear in the depths of their hearts, they were not as fearful as the Dragon Race cultivators.
"Azure? Could it be that lost Divine Dragon bloodline? "
Sikong Shu thought of some secret records in the Bushin Palace. His expression changed, becoming uncertain.
The Sovereign Emperor powerhouses in the palace clearly noticed the difference in the Azure Dragon image behind Xiao Chen.
"Interesting. This is already the Dragon Might of a King Divine Dragon. However, the Six Colored Divine Dragons do not have a Blue Dragon …"
"There were rumors in the past that the Divine Dragons had seven Colored Divine Dragons fifty thousand years ago. However, it seems like someone purposely erased these rumors. Even the various Holy Lands only have scattered records, so no one knows what happened. "
"Who in this Martial Epoch is so capable? You can force the various superpowers to make this a taboo? "
"Strange things have happened one after another in this year's Crown Prince Selection. I wonder what kind of omen this is."
The various feudal lords and aristocratic family bigwigs were puzzled. At the same time, they had a bad premonition.
There were also some big shots who wore grave expressions and did not dare to speak.
Although the Blue Dragon's past was not a taboo, the factions that had existed for tens of thousands of years still knew about it.
They also knew who had erased the news.
This was the horrifying existence that stood at the peak of the Martial Epoch, the one that no one dared to talk about or defy.
But now, the Blue Dragon bloodline, which had been wiped out by that person, actually had a survivor.
How could these people who knew the secret not feel terrified and uneasy, not daring to say anything?
When the imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor saw the azure-colored dragon image in the palace in the clouds, he felt slightly stunned. Then, he smiled calmly and said, "The Martial Epoch is indeed at its end. Even the race that that person personally wiped out reappeared. How weak is he now?"
However, the Yan Emperor, who was restrained by a group of elders, could not smile. It looked like the Yanwu Dynasty could not avoid the great calamity that the Hidden Spirit Temple's abbot mentioned.
Damn it … why do these people think that the Demonic Dao Hall will listen to their whims?
Inside the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb:
Xiao Chen circulated the Ten Thousand Dragons Art in his body. Waves roared in his vast Divine Energy Sea, forming thousands of different dragon images.
Xiao Chen did not give Wang Fei a chance to attack again. The instant the azure-colored dragon image appeared, he soared into the air.
"Boom!" Countless dragon images shot out of Xiao Chen's Divine Energy Sea and entered the azure-colored dragon image.
The Dragon Might of the azure-colored dragon image behind Xiao Chen soared. Its ferocious roar shook the surroundings.
"Ten Thousand Dragons Return to One!"
As Xiao Chen soared into the air, he gently stomped on the dynasty's sword Qi that Xiao Suo and the other four blocked. Cracks already appeared in the dynasty's sword Qi.
It was like Xiao Chen had turned into a Blue Dragon. When he stomped, the towering azure-colored dragon image merged with him, and the dragon claw attached to his leg.
When Xiao Chen stomped, it looked like an ancient Blue Dragon had clawed at this sword light materialized by the one-hundred-thousand-year-old dynasty's accumulations.
"Ka ca!"
The sword light, which already cracked in the first place, instantly shattered. A dynasty turned to ashes before everyone's shocked gazes.
"Pu ci!"
Above the altar, the originally unrestrained, unruly, and arrogant First Prince vomited blood and fell heavily.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily onto the ground. The holy light that was as resplendent as the sun dimmed at an unbelievable speed.
The Kingship Dao … was like this. The First Prince could grow stronger quickly and weaken even faster.
The somewhat dumbfounded Wang Fei kept falling, his mind blank.
"First Prince, don't panic. While his stomp looked casual, he actually stored up power for a long time. He will not be able to unleash such a horrifying strike within a short time. Quickly destroy the remaining two altars while the Kingship Dao's Might is still resplendent. "
At the crucial moment, Lord Xi's voice was like a hammer to Wang Fei's head, rousing him to his senses.
"Right, that's right. I still have a chance. If I want to make up for my current injuries, I have to continue plundering. I cannot lose! I cannot lose! "
Wang Fei revealed a crazed expression in his eyes. Just as he was about to fall off the altar, he let out a heart-wrenching cry.
"Those who submit to me prosper; those who oppose me die!"
The originally tyrannical words that Wang Fei roared out sounded somewhat tragic and crazy in his mouth.
The resplendent holy light materialized by the Kingship Dao on the altar suddenly extinguished. Wang Fei's eyes turned bloodshot.
When he thrust his sword, he used his Great Dao Energy, Divine Energy, Soul Energy … everything he had on this final sword strike.
After Wang Fei sent out this sword strike, he seemed to age one hundred years. His eyes turned scarlet.
He forced himself into a desperate situation.
Xiu!
The dynasty sword light that burst out of the Yan Imperial Sword split into two, charging towards the altars of the Sixth Prince and the Eleventh Prince.
The two streams of Dynasty's sword light carried Wang Fei's everything — his will, his ambition, his madness, and even his life!
It was even stronger than the sword light that the Ninth Prince faced earlier.
The expressions of the Eleventh Prince and the Sixth Prince changed dramatically. Their faces turned the color of chicken liver at the same time.
He was still thinking that the Ninth Prince would block the sword for him and buy some time for the two of them, which was why he was secretly delighted.
But now, he even had the thought of dying.
The earlier scene proved that the First Prince was terrifyingly strong. Just his aura alone rivaled that of a peak 7-Vein Sovereign Emperor.
However, this also meant that he wasn't so strong that he was unreasonable and undefeatable.
As long as the brothers were of one mind, had the courage to go through life and death together, had the courage to press forward with indomitable will, and had the incessant boiling blood, they would be able to withstand this sword.
However, the Eleventh Prince and the Sixth Prince could not afford to bet on it. Their guests could not be as determined as Xiao Suo and the others.
No one dared to be sure that the others would not abandon them. If they tried to forcefully receive the sword, they would end up dying miserably.
The two did not dare to bet on it. They said unwillingly at nearly the same time, "Retreat!"
"Boom!"
In an instant, the two altars shattered, and two shockingly large amounts of Dragon Essence surged out. Two startlingly vast Dragon Essence surged towards Wang Fei like a hurricane.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
Wang Fei stopped falling amid maniacal laughter and slowly rose up.
The originally extinguished holy light on the altar flared up with an even more resplendent light.
This sword strike not only allowed Wang Fei to return to his peak but also brought him to a higher level.
"We can't wait anymore. Kill!"
The Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince, who had been watching, paled in fright when they saw this scene.
They no longer dared to wait. They had to fight to the death. They had already reached a point where only one side could survive.
The First Prince had already forced them to the edge of a cliff. They had to fight even if they did not want to.
Wang Fei smiled disdainfully, not caring at all. He said indifferently, "Block them."
The mysterious man, Xi, waved his sleeve, and the Azure Lotus Holy Daughter and the black-faced Holy Daughter led a few Demonic Dao experts over.
A frenzied battle between Sovereign Emperors instantly started at lightning speed.
Be it the Eighth Prince's subordinates, the Divine Sword Pavilion's Dao Yan and the Profound Heaven Holy Son Wenren Yu, or the Thirteenth Prince's subordinates, the Silver Dragon King and Sikong Shu, they could all be considered super experts.
They possessed extremely horrifying strength. Any one of them could turn the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb upside down.
Now, these people worked together to charge at the First Prince.
At this point, the succession race had slowly spiraled out of control, inspiring fear in the spectators for some reason.
"Xiao Chen, thank you for giving me this opportunity. Otherwise, who knows when I could break through the shackles of my King Dao Domain?!"
Wang Fei, whose strength had clearly improved, smiled as he looked at Xiao Chen. However, an extremely cold murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Big Brother …"
Xiao Suo, who had already landed on the altar, looked at Xiao Chen somewhat worriedly.
Xiao Suo's entire body was covered in wounds. His right arm was nearly crippled as it swayed weakly.
Wu Meng and the others paled as they supported Xiao Suo. They were in a similarly bad state.
Xiao Chen, who had the Blue Dragon wrapped around him, looked at Wang Fei expressionlessly. His thoughts raced.
This Wang Fei was indeed a ruthless person. In a sure-death situation, he actually tried to escape death.
When facing a stronger opponent, Xiao Chen could not think of any other way to fight aside from drawing Heavenly Slayer, not to mention the Dragon's Gate Forbidden Art.
However, Xiao Chen had already drawn Heavenly Slayer to help Wang Yan out earlier, draining most of his Divine Energy and Soul Energy.
Shattering Heavenly Slayer with his foot had drained him significantly as well.
Xiao Chen had not recovered yet. If he drew Heavenly Slayer, a Soul Tool that rivaled a Superior Grade Soul Tool, he would definitely overdraw on his physical body and injure his foundations.
Furthermore, even if he drew Heavenly Slayer, his chances of victory were only fifty percent.
Should I draw this saber or not?
Draw!
Xiao Chen, who was conflicted in his mind, made his decision without hesitation.
Heavenly Slayer reappeared in his hand. Then, he held it horizontally in front of Xiao Chen, grasping its hilt.
"Big Brother, you can't draw the saber anymore!"
Xiao Suo shouted hoarsely, his expression changing slightly when he saw the situation on the altar.
A Soul Tool … The word "forbidden" distinguished it from ordinary Secret Treasures. Naturally, Xiao Chen could not attack recklessly. Otherwise, he would have drawn his saber long ago and killed until the sky turned dark.
In the holy flame, Wang Yan, who was anxiously refining his Yan Imperial Sword, opened his eyes. When he saw Xiao Chen's actions, his expression changed dramatically.
"You can't —"
However, right after Wang Yan spoke, a saber light interrupted him. Then, Wang Yan drew Heavenly Slayer.
The dazzling saber light looked like the blazing sun. When the saber was drawn by one centimeter, the sky shattered by three meters.
"Bearing the honor of the ruler, I draw my saber for the ruler!"
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