"Is that so?"
The Old Ancestor Yellow Spring's gaze was cold as he suddenly smiled. "I forgot to tell you that my sword isn't that easy to receive …"
In the next moment!
Among the sword shadows that were dispersing in the void, a grey aura suddenly condensed silently. Like a small snake, it then shot toward Old Demon Helian's head.
The gray sword aura was too fast, and it was too close. By the time Old Demon Helian noticed it, it was already too late.
"Argh!"
He screamed as his body fell heavily to the ground. His body even began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His miserable screams sounded like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves.
Under everyone's gazes, his body directly withered into a pile of rotten flesh. Only his Divine Soul shot out from his body.
This was the Old Ancestor's Slaughter Sword. The gray sword aura was the Slaughter Sword Aura.
"Your Divine Soul belongs to the Old Ancestor!"
The Old Ancestor Yellow Spring took a step forward and directly grabbed at his Divine Soul.
"Crown Prince, save me! Save me! “
Old Demon Helian's Divine Soul frantically roared.
Rumble …
Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out from the void and pointed at the Old Ancestor Yellow Spring's back.
"Get lost!"
The Old Ancestor Yellow Spring suddenly turned around and slashed out with his sword. A three-meter-long sword aura whistled out, as if he wanted to cut down the huge hand.
"Bang …"
Kacha …
However, under the huge hand, his sword was directly broken, and the flying sword in his hand also shattered.
Puff!
The Old Ancestor Yellow Spring continuously vomited blood. He had long refined the flying sword, and now that it was damaged, his mind was also injured.
In the next moment!
Under everyone's gazes, a figure slowly walked out from the distorted space.
It was a young man wearing an embroidered robe. The moment he appeared, the entire palace seemed to have dimmed. An invisible pressure made most of the people present kneel.
The Old Ancestor Yellow Spring forcefully resisted the pressure. "A Nine Revolution Martial Saint! He must be a Nine Revolution Martial Saint!"
Even he was in such a state, let alone Jiang Lei and the others. All of them vomited blood and uncontrollably prostrated themselves on the ground.
The youth in the official robe looked around expressionlessly. When he saw Old Demon Helian, who was only left with his divine soul, he couldn't help but say, "Trash …"
"Boom …"
Old Monster Helian's divine soul was immediately shattered!
Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't say a word!
He did not expect the other party to be so ruthless.
"Eh? “
When the young man in the official robe looked at Old Ancestor Yellow Spring, he could not help but be shocked, "You're able to resist my pressure!"
"Greetings, Crown Prince!"
Daoist Shang Wu prostrated on the ground, trembling in fear.
Too strong!
One had to know that there was a Seventh Cycle Martial Saint among them, but they did not even have the qualifications to stand in front of the other party. Only at this moment did they realize that the Imperial Prince was not someone they could imagine.
"The Prince of Great Yin, Yin Jiuchong …"
Jiang Lei was in despair.
It was rumored that the Great Yin Sovereign Lord had a total of nine princes. All nine of them were the most outstanding geniuses in the entire Ancient Barren World. They had long reached the Martial Saint Realm and were only one step away from the Emperor's Throne Realm.
"You're not bad!"
Yin Jiuchong looked at Old Ancestor Yellow Spring quietly, "If you're willing to submit to me, I can spare your life!"
"Who do you think you are?"
Old Ancestor Yellow Spring smirked coldly, "When I was dominating the universe, you were still a f * cking single cell."
Although he said that, the pressure in his heart multiplied. He was not the other party's match even at his peak, let alone now that he was injured.
Could it be that the patriarch had to abandon Jiang Lei and escape alone?
At most, the patriarch would find a place to hide and cultivate until he reached the Soul Formation Stage. Then, he would come back and take revenge on that brat!
The patriarch was conflicted!
He was confident that he could escape from Yin Jiuchong, but he could not bear to part with Jiang Lei. After all, he thought that Jiang Lei had treated him well.
That was also the biggest difference between the patriarch and Ye Chen. The patriarch was a smart person. He would not force himself if he could not defeat him.
As if sensing his conflict, Jiang Lei urged, "Ah Quan, run. Don't worry about me. Just remember to avenge me."
"Run?"
Imperial Prince Yin Jiuchong's body was bathed in light as he landed gently on the ground. He was like a god looking down on the world, "No one has ever escaped from my hands. No one. Not even a Nine-revolution Martial Saint …"
He walked toward Old Ancestor Yellow Spring step by step, "I'm going to refine you into a puppet and make you one of my ten war puppets!"
"Damn it, if I'm still a demon, how dare a perfected Nascent Soul junior like you act cool in front of me?"
Old Ancestor Yellow Spring groaned internally.
Shang Wudao gloated as he watched this scene, "I've said it before. You'll definitely die today!"
"Give up resisting …" Imperial Prince Yin Jiuchong stretched out his hand like the hand of fate.
Just as the Old Ancestor Yellow Spring was about to fight with his life on the line, an explosion suddenly came from the void, "You want to touch me? I won't allow that! "
The voice seemed to have pierced through the restraints of space and resounded in everyone's ears.
Kacha …
The hand that Yin Jiu Chong had stretched out broke with a loud bang under this sound.
Tap, tap, tap …
The former only felt an unparalleled pressure, causing him to take a few steps back and spit a mouthful of blood.
"Who is it?"
At this moment, his expression was no longer as calm as before. Instead, it was replaced by deep shock.
One had to know that when he descended, he had already sealed off this space. No one below the Emperor's Throne could break through it …
However, now …
Thinking to this point, his expression changed abruptly, and his eyes that were looking at the void were filled with shock.
When the Old Ancestor Yellow Spring heard this voice, he was stunned at first. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and could not help but exclaim, "Fellow Ye?!"
"Haha, Old Ancestor, you're in a sorry state this time …"
As a hearty laughter sounded, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the space above everyone's heads.
In an instant, a young man with long hair in a green robe slowly walked out of the crack and landed on the ground.
Who else could it be but Ye Chen?
At that moment, the smile on Shang Wudao's face, who was originally extremely smug, froze. Disbelief surged out of his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.
The Old Ancestor Yellow Spring's body shook. He then walked over quickly and hugged Ye Chen tightly. He said while smiling, "How can you be any better? I heard that you were beaten to death some time ago. " “
I won't die even if you die! "
Ye Chen pushed him away. Only then did he realize that there was a faint trace of tears in his eyes. He seemed to be revealing his true feelings.
Yin Jiuchong pretended to be calm and said, "Fellow …"
Ye Chen raised his hand and slapped him.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, he directly slapped him to the ground.
Ye Chen retracted his hand slowly and looked at him calmly, "Do you think you can call me fellow?"
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