A Nephew, Ao Jun, Pays His Respects to His Uncle-in-Law!

One strike revealed its fierce might.

Lu Qingfeng did not stop. The blood saber in his hand changed into the Green Bamboo Staff.

With the Green Bamboo Staff in hand, the twelve Ironback Centipedes were like nine-heavens divine dragons, empowering the staff with divine might that ten thousand immortals could hardly withstand.

As he moved, swaying the staff back and forth, he emerged from the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, and one became three.

The three Lu Qingfengs charged in three directions.

He raised the Green Bamboo Staff and smashed down--

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The blows never stopped. The three Dragon Ancestors had no power to fight back at all.

Their magic power had first been shattered by the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Saber, and their Primordial Spirits and physical bodies had been wounded, leaving them unable to draw a single breath. Now Lu Qingfeng had seized the opportunity to attack, striking without pause and leaving them no chance to turn the tide.

"He--"

"Pfft!"

"That's impossible! How could he be this strong?!"

"Back then, he needed a curse to kill the three Battle Kings. In a mere sixty thousand years--"

The three Dragon Ancestors were beaten senseless.

Their divine dragon bodies flew horizontally across the heavens.

Whenever they opened their mouths to speak, the words were beaten back down. Horror filled their hearts, and after another heavy blow, they spat out mouthfuls of reversed blood, scattering it beneath the clouds like a rain of blood.

The scene instantly reminded the three ancestors of the sight of an Earth Immortal falling and blood raining from the heavens.

For a moment, they were shocked.

For a moment, they were afraid.

Before long, the doubts in their hearts were beaten away by blow after blow.

"Earth Immortals are arrogant."

"They must be intimidated before