In the eastern mountains of the Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield, the Emperor's Son encountered Ning Chen. Though only one day of the three years had passed, the two peak experts had already clashed ahead of time.
The Emperor's Son, a Descendant of Empress Shi and the current heir of the Stone Spirit Race, possessed bloodline power powerful enough to make one shudder. The moment he appeared, the young prodigies in the distance felt pressure sink deep into their bones.
His gaze flashed brilliantly. The Emperor's Son moved, arriving in an instant. He gathered force in his heavy fist, and a phenomenon manifested.
With a thunderous boom, just as the shockwave arrived, a spatial barrier appeared out of thin air between the two, blocking the former's attack.
The divine restriction opened, sealing heaven and earth. Within a radius of a thousand zhang, ghostly light rose, trapping the Descendant of Empress Shi within.
"Restriction!"
The Emperor's Son looked at the ghostly lights shimmering around him, and the killing intent in his cold expression grew even stronger.
"Is it not rather impolite for you to attack the moment we first meet?"
Ning Chen looked at the man before him and spoke calmly.
"Death is the greatest courtesy I can offer you."
The Emperor's Son raised a hand, azure light surging around him. The phantom of a colossal stone statue threw back its head in a roar, its enormous fist crashing down upon the spatial barrier.
The impact shook everything. The divine restriction trembled, and the surrounding mountains and rivers swayed with it.
The descendant of the Imperial Lineage possessed a cultivation that was astonishingly profound. Faintly, he had already stepped into the Mortal Realm.
Standing outside the divine restriction, Ning Chen watched the Emperor's Son within. With a sweep of his left hand,