Eight Restrictions Wang Teng
"Young Master!!"
Two ancient, elderly creatures suddenly appeared, their bodies covered in purple scales, making them terrifying and incredibly frightening.
The two of them exclaimed as they emerged from the Void the Great and rushed to treat Zi Tiandu, managing to save his life.
At this moment, the two men turned around and glared at Zhou Tong.
"What is a mere human with Hegemon Body? How dare they attack our Divine Spirit Valley!"
"Our race has been dormant for too long and has been forgotten. No matter how powerful you are, you are nothing more than a special physique among humans. In our eyes, you are nothing but a clay chicken and a clay dog!"
The two ancient beings were both guards of Zi Tiandu, and both were at the Great Perfection of the Ninth Heaven of the Second Level of the Immortal Platform. At this moment, the two of them pounced on Zhou Tong together, intending to completely eliminate him here and utterly destroy his confidence and beliefs.
"Om!"
The Void the Great trembled violently. As the two pounced, their Divine Form swelled, becoming as ferocious and terrifying as ancient Savage Dragon, their scales and armor gleaming, their bodies seemingly ethereal yet capable of easily traversing the Void the Great.
On the chariot, Wang Teng also opened his Martial Heavenly Eye, and these two Ancient Races took the opportunity to further test Zhou Tong's strength.
"I'll say it one last time, all you irrelevant people, get out!!"
His shout was like the first celestial sound at the beginning of the universe, piercing through the heavens and earth, illuminating the Wanchu era, and cleaving through the past, present, and future. He stood there like a Demon God, suppressing the heavens and earth.
This is the heavenly sound of the syllable "Om" from the Six-Syllable Mantra of Amitabha Buddha, uttered by Zhou Tong in a Daoist chanting style. Instantly, it transformed into a violent wave that spread outwards, like a flood sweeping across the sky. One could clearly see the purple sound waves engulfing all directions.
Without manifesting any extraordinary phenomena, but simply through superb control, one can completely integrate the Amitabha Buddha's teachings into one's own practice. This is the practitioner's unwavering and iron-like conviction!
The Six-Syllable Mantra of Amitabha Buddha contains the power to World Creation, and has infinite mysteries. It contains great power and wisdom of heaven and earth and the universe. Those who practice it to the highest level can subdue Heavenly Deity.
The syllable "Om" is a sacred sound used in attack, representing a means of subduing demons, and is a fierce and powerful offensive.
Wherever the sound waves passed, countless Ancient Races fell from the sky like raindrops.
Everyone's body exploded, their primordial spirit shattered, their bodies and primordial spirits completely destroyed by Zhou Tong's Dao shout.
This is the Om Heavenly Sound that Zhou Tong re-evolved according to his own path, making it even more domineering and unparalleled.
This divine sound was incredibly vast, resonating throughout the entire sky, as if we had arrived at the beginning of time, where everything possessed unfathomable mysteries.
Even the two most powerful ancient beings at the very front had their expressions change drastically. Their bodies were shattered into more than a dozen pieces, with bones and fragments of their remains scattering in all directions, turning into a blood mist that dissipated between heaven and earth.
In that instant, not to mention Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Zi Xia who were watching from afar, even Wang Teng's pupils shrank sharply, and the Star Scripture in his eyes Illusionary Destruction even faster.
Wang Teng's expression was rather grim. Of the team that came out with him from Divine Spirit Valley, apart from the Zi Tiandu siblings who had just been treated and were protected by him with the Chaotic Ancient Chariot, the rest of them were all wiped out.
The team that Divine Spirit Valley was so proud of was nothing in front of this Hegemon Body. With just a shout, almost the entire team was wiped out.
At this moment, purple flames filled the air, the power of the Hegemon Body surged, and the entire person spewed out a monstrous blood aura, even forming an extremely terrifying field that affected spacetime.
Zi Tiandu, Zi Tianfeng's older sister, who was perfectly intact on the golden Chaotic Ancient Chariot, narrowed her eyes.
It was incredibly shocking.
This person's physical strength is so powerful that he has created such a terrifying field. Is this person really his age? Even Imperial Son wouldn't be this strong!
Zhou Tong strode closer to Wang Teng, pressing him relentlessly.
"At the same level, how could this person's physical body reach such a level?" Wang Teng was also somewhat incredulous.
But after the initial shock, he quickly calmed down.
Wang Teng possesses extraordinary talent, comparable to that of ancient emperors, and could be a protagonist in a chapter of human history; he has exceptional abilities.
He knew that, in terms of physical strength, even after being baptized by the Divine Phoenix Blood, he could never surpass the legendary physique of the Azure Heaven Hegemonic Body. However, a strong physical body did not equate to unparalleled combat power.
"Snort!"
Wang Teng snorted coldly, casually waved his hand, and pushed Zi Tiandu and Zi Tianfeng out of his Chaotic Ancient Chariot, abandoning all burdens.
Zi Tianfeng knew that if she stayed, she would only be a burden to Wang Teng. So she took her half-dead brother and retreated a distance to watch the battle from afar.
"Since I entered the cultivation world, you, Zhou Tong, have been causing trouble in all the holy lands; if you want to fight me on equal footing, then I will grant your wish and Hegemonic Blood!" Wang Teng's voice was calm and confident, a common trait among cultivators who have embarked on the Emperor's Path.
He opened his Martial Heavenly Eye, and his eyes seemed to hold the Illusionary Destruction of the Star River. The legacy of the Great Emperor Luangu must contain treasures that enhance the Heavenly Eye, and his Martial Heavenly Eye was in no way inferior to Zhou Tong's Heavenly Eye, which had undergone the baptism of the Stone Gall.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, Wang Teng slowly drew a golden holy sword from his back. With each inch it appeared, tens of thousands of rays of holy light burst forth, dazzling the eye.
This sword was named by Wang Teng as the Heavenly Emperor Sword, representing his ambition and confidence to sweep across the world!
As the Heavenly Emperor Sword was drawn, a vast, ocean-like power surged in all directions. Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Zi Xia, and even Zi Tiandu's sister, who were far away, all changed color and couldn't help but retreat, feeling an unparalleled and powerful fighting spirit.
This is a terrifying idea of self-importance and absolute dominance, as if one wants to control the entire world and have everything in their hands.
"Wang Teng is terrifying. No wonder he dares to call himself the Northern Emperor. He must also have the Eight Restrictions!" Pang Bo said in a deep voice.
"There must be Eight Restrictions, otherwise Zhou Tong wouldn't have such an attitude," Ye Fan said.
Having been with Zhou Tong for so long, he had long known that Zhou Tong harbored a deep-seated arrogance.
Those cultivators who haven't entered the Eight Restrictions are simply beneath his notice. Just like the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, Zhou Tong not only suppressed his cultivation level below the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's, but also gave him a hand's width of space.
"But is Wang Teng really the successor of the Great Emperor Luangu?" Pang Bo asked with some doubt, glancing at Zhou Tong. He still remembered that the old monster who had possessed him had said that Zhou Tong was the successor of the Great Emperor Luangu. How could there be another Wang Teng now?
"Legend has it that when Wang Teng was less than two years old, he was once carried by a crane and disappeared into the clouds, often vanishing for one or two months at a time, each time undergoing a complete transformation. This continued until he was twelve years old, during which time he received the inheritance of the Great Emperor Luangu!"
Purple Haze Fairy, who was standing to the side, also spoke up. As the Purple Mansion Saintess, she knew many things that even rogue cultivators did not.
"Stop talking, the fight's about to start!" Ye Fan suddenly said.