Repelling Two Swords with a Flick; Erasing Minghe with One Finger; The Gods of the Primordial World Are Astonished

"Ao... Ao Chen?"

Ancestor Minghe cried out in shock, his eyes filled with uncertainty!

He naturally recognized him. This was the mysterious Dragon Race powerhouse who had dazzled everyone at the Immortal Court Grand Ceremony and stood against the Three Pure Ones without losing!

Ancestor Minghe's thoughts raced, and he quickly pieced together what had happened.

Those Dragon Kings he had badly wounded must have gone to complain to this man!

Hmph! He'd come at just the right time!

Ao Chen's strength did make him wary, but that was all it was: wariness!

Times had changed. He was no longer the Quasi-Sage in the early stage who had only just cut out his Good Corpse!

Over the past tens of thousands of years, he had secluded himself to cultivate. Not only had he successfully cut out his Evil Corpse and reached the Quasi-Sage Mid-stage Peak, but he had also refined the 480 Million Blood God Clones to perfection!

Within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, he was invincible. As long as the Blood Sea remained, Minghe would never die. He was confident that even if a Saint came in person, they couldn't kill him easily!

What's more, he had just obtained a large number of Innate Spiritual Treasures. Given time to refine them, his strength would surge once again!

No matter how strong Ao Chen was, could he really be stronger than a Saint?

At the thought, the trace of fear in Ancestor Minghe's heart vanished, replaced by boundless greed and killing intent!

Perhaps this was an opportunity—a perfect chance to snuff out this Dragon Race powerhouse with limitless potential and seize every treasure he possessed!

"Heh... So it's fellow Daoist Ao Chen. What brings you here?" Ancestor Minghe slowly rose to his feet, a false smile on his face as