Bearing the loyalty of a ruler, I draw my saber for a ruler!
Right after Wang Fei spoke, he completely drew Heavenly Slayer.
Heavenly Slayer, which rivaled a Superior Grade Soul Tool, was forged from Demonic Tribulation Lightning Metal and infused with the ancient Thunder Dragon True Soul. It was perfectly compatible with Xiao Chen's Thunder Dao, containing the Heavenly Dao's killing intent.
If Xiao Chen drove Heavenly Slayer at full power, it could destroy the sky, make the sun and moon dim, and make the stars fall.
Xiao Chen had already demonstrated its unparalleled might once. When he drew Heavenly Slayer, he killed five princes with one saber strike.
Once the Heavenly Dao's killing intent was brought out, it would not kill but injure.
When Xiao Chen sensed the vast energy contained in the saber, he infused his Soul Energy and Divine Energy into it, not holding back at all as he drove this saber with all his might.
The withdrawn Heavenly Dao's killing intent immediately manifested, spreading out in the sky, ready to be unleashed.
"Kill!"
Without hesitation, Xiao Chen held the saber in his hand and turned into a flash of purple electric light, appearing around Wang Fei.
"Good move. I'll make sure you never return!"
Wang Fei worried that he would not be able to take the initiative to fight Xiao Chen after he left the altar's Dragon Luck.
Who could have imagined that the other party would use a Soul Tool to charge over?
If this was not seeking death, what was? In this Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, no Soul Tool could compare to the Sovereign Dao Yan Imperial Sword in his hand. "Dang! Dang!
Dang! "
When the saber and sword clashed, Xiao Chen brought out his Saber Techniques to their fullest.
In an instant, Xiao Chen exchanged hundreds of moves. His saber aura firmly suppressed Wang Fei.
Before Xiao Chen, Wang Fei's Sword Techniques were riddled with openings.
In just a few breaths, Wang Fei's body was covered in wounds. He bled profusely, covered in the marks left by Heavenly Slayer.
However, Wang Fei did not care. His injuries healed at a visible pace, and he instantly recovered.
He instantly recovered to his original state. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he did not cower in the slightest.
"Humph! It is impossible for you to kill me in this Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. I already obtained the acknowledgment of the dynasty's Dragon Vein. My Great Dao perfectly merged with the Dragon Vein. Here, I am heaven! "
Wang Fei ignored his horrifying injuries. Despite clearly being at a disadvantage, he continued suppressing Xiao Chen.
Amid the maniacal laughter, the dragon image materialized by the dynasty's Dragon Vein appeared arrogant and despotic, baring its fangs and claws.
They clashed with the Azure Dragon around Xiao Chen, fighting each other.
The two of them fought in the sky. The azure dragon image and the golden dragon bloodline incarnation covered the entire sky of the core region. It covered the vast starry sky, triggering boundless phenomena. Gales, lightning, and thunder rumbled without end.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly. The other party held too much of an advantage in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
Xiao Chen had perfectly merged with the dynasty's Dragon Vein, already gaining the acknowledgment of this world. Now, he could use the Yanwu Dynasty's accumulations of more than one hundred thousand years at any time.
As he said, stabbing him a thousand times would be no different from scratching an itch as long as he wasn't heavily injured.
On the other hand, if he were to be struck by the other party's sword, even his Blue Dragon Divine Body might not be able to withstand it.
This situation was simply like cheating.
If not for Tian Slayer clashing with the other party's Yan Imperial Sword, Xiao Chen would not be able to fight such an enemy. He could only stay far away.
All he needed to do was wait for a sure-kill opening. With Heavenly Slayer in his hands, there was hope.
The battle between the two was already intense enough.
However, the battle below was even more bloody and brutal.
The Eighth Prince's and the Thirteenth Prince's guests charged towards the altar at the same time. The Azure Lotus Holy Daughter and the Black Lotus Church Holy Son led people to block them.
Close to forty Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors attacked frantically.
There was no lack of super experts like Dao Yan, Wenren Yu, the Silver Dragon King, and Sikong Shu.
In the chaotic battle, killing moves and Soul Tools appeared. Great Desolate Eon bloodlines were activated, and boundless Demonic Qi surged out.
At this point, the succession race already concerned life and death, honor, and honor.
The Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince had to gamble everything for that tiny chance.
The two's obsession and desire for the crown prince far surpassed that of the other princes. Naturally, their guests were not willing to lose.
Dao Yan, who comprehended an ice small world, relied on his tenth-layer Dao Domain to move about without fear, advancing rapidly. No one could match him more than three times.
Just when Dao Yan thought that he could charge over, a monk with handsome features and a lotus-like air stopped him.
A monk with delicate features and a lotus-like air stopped Xiao Chen. This was the former Holy Son, the current Black Lotus Sect Venerate, Ming Xuan.
"Scram!"
Dao Yan showed a cold and emotionless expression as he threw a palm strike. A soul-deep chill surged out.
A tenth-layer Dao Domain was extremely horrifying.
A regular Great Perfection Sovereign Emperor would find it hard to block this move. Their Dao Domains would instantly shatter.
"Secret Technique! Destroy!"
Ming Xuan did not panic. He placed his thumb on the tip of his index finger and formed a hand seal with one hand. Then, he gently pushed forward.
Immediately, boundless Buddhist Might surged over and extinguished the incoming chill, regardless of whether it was materialized or directed at the soul.
Dao Yan felt slightly stunned. When he saw the indistinct Black Lotus Church Venerate image behind Ming Xuan, he suddenly understood.
"So, it is a sinful disciple of the Buddhist sect. Humph!"
Originally, Dao Yan planned to use his ice small world on the mysterious black-clad man who had yet to make a move.
Dao Yan snorted coldly, and the ice small world appeared, encasing Ming Xuan.
Ming Xuan looked around. He could clearly see the figures of the others in the surroundings.
However, he could clearly feel that there was a hazy boundary between him and these people. It was like they were in two different worlds.
Of course, that was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that Ming Xuan felt immense pressure from the world.
It was like the world rejected Ming Xuan, feeling incredibly unbearable. His Dao Domain was completely suppressed.
His Soul Energy and Divine Energy were restricted, unable to circulate smoothly.
"Tenth-layer Dao Domain … how horrifying."
Ming Xuan carefully sensed the various discomforts in his body. However, he did not show any panic on his face.
Before Dao Yan's strange gaze, Ming Xuan pointed at his forehead. Immediately, a swastika appeared on his forehead.
"Those who oppose me will live!"
"Whoosh!"
After the swastika reversed, the originally golden Buddhist light instantly turned black, and its Buddhist Might became even stronger.
An ancient Buddhist light traveled from the distant past, breaking the restrictions of the small world and landing on Ming Xuan.
The various discomforts instantly vanished. Then, Ming Xuan smiled faintly and said, "With the support of this Buddhist light, even if I cannot defeat you, it is more than enough to block you."
"That will have to be tested before we know."
Dao Yan showed a sullen expression. However, he was not satisfied with being blocked.
Intense battles took place around the altar.
The two princes worked together, carrying the momentum of a storm, wanting to destroy the First Prince's altar in one go.
Wang Fei sent out all the Demonic Dao experts under him. However, he was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. It looked like he would slowly fall into a disadvantage.
However, Xi still did not intend to make a move. He swept his gaze around and looked into the distance.
"Damn it!"
Yan Cangming cursed in his heart when he felt Xi's gaze. Then, he looked at the Sixth Prince beside him and said, "Your Highness, you no longer have a chance. Please forgive this humble one for offending you. I have to follow the agreement and help the First Prince ascend to the throne. Sorry for offending — "
Before the Sixth Prince could answer, Yan Cangming led Zhen Yuan and the many Abyssal Underworld experts far away.
Wang Ming was stunned, his expression extremely unsightly. Unexpectedly, this group of people was so unreliable.
Yan Cangming did not stand a chance at all before being abandoned.
Wang Ming's expression flickered. He felt very dissatisfied in his heart, but he did not do anything in the end.
"Whoosh!"
A figure appeared before Yan Cangming. It was Grim Reaper Lin Feng.
Xiao Chen bought time for Wang Yan. He took the initiative to draw his saber and clash with the insufferably arrogant Wang Fei.
If the battle was too intense, Xiao Chen would not be able to interfere or help. However, the two princes clearly held the advantage. As long as they destroyed the altar, they could resolve Xiao Chen's predicament.
Even if Xiao Chen could not block everyone, he could at least block Yan Cangming.
"Zhen Yuan, bring them over to help. Leave this to me."
Yan Cangming instructed with a calm expression. Then, he looked at Lin Feng.
Zhen Yuan did not say a word. He led the other Abyssal Underworld Sovereign Emperors to the altar to help Wang Fei.
Although Yan Cangming had arrived, the appearance of Zhen Yuan's group greatly eased the pressure on the Black Lotus Sect Holy Son and the others.
The slightly suppressed situation actually flipped around. The situation instantly turned for the better.
"Bang!"
Yan Cangming and Lin Feng brought out their Death Dao Domains to their limits. Dense black dragon patterns appeared on their faces.
When their auras reached their peak, they instantly attacked and then retreated.
A black state of death floated around the two, forming thousands of dark underworld flowers.
Lin Feng looked at the black patterns swimming around his palm, feeling startled. To think that Yan Cangming's strength has already reached such a level.
"Senior Brother, you are not a match for me. Move aside."
Yan Cangming revealed a distant gaze on his calm face, not showing much hatred or hatred.
Yan Cangming continued in a somewhat hoarse voice, "The gap between us can no longer be described with cultivation. I already touched the origin of death. I am one of the players in this situation, but you are just a pawn. Given the situation, if you insist on going your own way, you will end up like Xiao Chen when he draws his saber again. Only death awaits you. "
Lin Feng frowned slightly. He was here on Suiren Ji's orders to represent the Heavenly Alliance to help the Eleventh Prince.
Lin Feng did not know about the deeper clash and chess game of the succession race in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
"This succession race already touches on the direction of the Epoch Cycle. It is not something you can understand."
Yan Cangming showed a stern and stern expression. A vast and distant aura appeared in his eyes, like a boundless sea.
Lin Feng smiled and said, "I do not understand. I only know that Xiao Chen is my friend. With you joining, the two princes will definitely lose. Since I want to help him, naturally, I have to stop you. You say that I do not understand, but how could I? I have always been your beloved junior brother. "
Yan Cangming looked up. Wang Fei held the upper hand, like the Heavenly Dao existed.
On the other hand, Xiao Chen's aura was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning. As this continued, danger loomed. Xiao Chen said indifferently, "It does not matter. When he chose to draw his saber again, he was destined to die today. This is fate. Whether you stop me or not, it will not change anything. "
"I have a saber that can cleanse everything and illuminate three lifetimes!"
Just at this moment, something strange happened in the sky. A blue lotus bloomed under Xiao Chen's feet. Time seemed to change as Xiao Chen's figure split into three. Each figure sent out a saber and pierced Wang Fei's chest.
The three figures represented the past, the present, and the future.
The three sabers intersected and slowly destroyed the First Prince's vast lifeforce. No matter how the Dragon Vein supported it, it could not reverse the situation.
Wang Fei revealed an extremely incredulous expression. He could not understand how he got struck.
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