The Next Mountain Challenger, One Battle After Another
The Daoist Xiantian was blown apart shortly after entering Mount Shouyang, leaving only a wisp of his divine soul flying out.
This greatly alarmed the powerful figures present. Among all of them, the Daoist Xiantian was considered to be of superior strength, yet he had already succumbed to his weakness so quickly.
"The powerful Human Race on Mount Shouyang are far stronger than we thought."
One powerful figure lamented that it was as if being unable to defeat more than a hundred people was a shameful thing.
"Please welcome the next mountain climber!"
"Whoever defeats us will obtain the opportunity to become the next Human Emperor!"
At this moment, a deep voice rang out from Mount Shouyang, originating from the Manshan Clan.
Upon hearing this, all the powerful figures immediately perked up, and what they saw was that the massive Mount Shouyang Mountain was faintly stained with blood.
Upon seeing this, the eyes of all the powerful figures lit up.
"The guardian mountain god is injured!?"
Large patches of blood stained an entire mountainside red, clearly indicating that the Daoist Xiantian did not possess such a large quantity; there must have been other powerful Human Race involved.
This is important information, indicating that although the powerful guardian defeated the Daoist Xiantian, he also paid a heavy price.
"Ancestral Witch, shall we test the waters first?" Xingtian asked, carrying his giant axe.
"No need. Those old fogies from Minghe haven't made a move, so we're not in a hurry."
Qiangliang waved his hand dismissively, and Zhurong remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Each of the powerful figures harbored their own ulterior motives and secretly plotted their schemes.
"Next up, let's move on to the next challenger. If not, you can all leave now; you're just getting in the way."
Manshan Clan's voice rang out again, tinged with disdain and sarcasm, as if he were calling someone a coward.
Provocative?
The powerful figures were taken aback, and then became somewhat angry.
"Let me give it a try!" Immortal Lord Mengzhang shouted, unleashing a dragon's roar that shook the universe, and charged towards Mount Shouyang.
"Good timing!"
Manshan Clan shouted loudly. They could clearly sense that this powerful being who had merged with the dragon was much stronger than the one before and should not be underestimated.
In an instant, they all attacked, taking advantage of their numbers to bully the few.
Mount Shouyang was formed from a part of Pangu, making it incredibly sturdy. It is also protected by a magic array, making it difficult to break. Otherwise, it would be hard to withstand a battle of this level and would easily be affected.
Immortal Lord Mengzhang transformed into a phantom of a blue dragon, coiling around Mount Shouyang. The dragon's body possessed boundless divine might and radiated immense power, as if it were about to strangle the entire mountain range, along with all the powerful beings.
This immense dragon might shook all directions; the true dragon's phantom was so enormous that it was as tall as a mountain.
Manshan Clan, Cangwu, Ligan, and others were as insignificant as dust before Long Ying.
"Everbright doesn't always work!"
Manshan Clan shouted, and everyone immediately joined forces to fight.
Immortal Lord Mengzhang's cultivation level is already at the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal. Coupled with his extraordinary abilities, he deserves their serious attention.
The East Sea Dragon Palace.
Upon seeing this, Zhulong and Ao Zhan's expressions immediately turned strange.
"Meng Zhang, the child who left the Dragon Clan back then, although not a pure-blooded one, possessed talent that surpassed even that of a pure-blooded true dragon."
Zhulong sighed, "Meng Zhang left when the Dragon Clan was at its peak. So many years have passed, and he has made a name for himself in the Primordial World."
"Oh, right... I suddenly remembered."
Just as the Old Dragon was reminiscing about the past, Ao Zhan suddenly slapped his thigh and stood up, as if he had discovered an incredible sight.
Fortunately, Old Dragon is in good health; otherwise, he might have been frightened into serious trouble.
"What's all the fuss about? What did you remember?" Zhulong scolded, giving him a flick on the forehead.
Ao Zhan rubbed his head and said, "Do you still remember what Fellow Ling Xiao once said?"
"What did you say?"
"Descendants of the dragon!" Ao Zhan nodded emphatically, his face filled with excitement.
"Meng Zhang is, after all, a member of the Dragon Clan. Now that he has been reincarnated as a human, isn't that the best explanation for being a descendant of the dragon?"
"Perhaps the future of my Dragon Clan lies in him; I can already see a glimpse of it!"
These words left Zhulong completely bewildered. He stared at Ao Zhan with a strange expression, as if he were astonished by a mutated dragon.
"Your explanation is far-fetched."
"If it were that simple, we might as well send all our people to be reincarnated!"
Zhulong cursed, spitting as he spoke, his finger constantly pointing at Ao Zhan's forehead, clearly furious.
On Mount Shouyang, more than a hundred powerful Human Race joined forces. Although most of them had inflated cultivation levels, their combined power was still not to be underestimated.
After a fierce battle, the true dragon phantom of Immortal Lord Mengzhang was shattered, and his true form coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward out of Mount Shouyang.
His face was ashen, extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with defiant anger; he still wanted to fight.
"Meng Zhang, you are not inherently bad, and your character is still acceptable. We will spare your life, but don't bring trouble upon yourself."
Cangwu's voice rang out, offering some recognition. They had witnessed Meng Zhang's actions since his reincarnation as a human, and he could be described as having a good nature and decent virtue.
He is one of the very few reincarnated powerful beings who led their tribes to prosperity; others, after reincarnation, simply do not care about such things.
It's no exaggeration to say that he Jidu forgot who his parents were and didn't care about the lives of his clansmen at all.
On the other hand, they also paid a price in their battle with Immortal Lord Mengzhang.
They reached their current realm by consuming immortal fruits, so there's still a significant gap between them and native Daluo Golden Immortal.
They all look equally robust, but they're actually quite weak inside.
It takes time to cultivate to perfection the Daluo Golden Immortal realm before one can bridge the gap.
Meng Zhang's expression shifted between light and dark. After a moment's hesitation, he coldly returned to his clansmen and sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing.
The powerful figures sneered inwardly, their eyes revealing a strange light as they looked at the Human Race powerhouses on Mount Shouyang.
They could see that after a battle, the powerful Human Race guarding the mountain was in increasingly poor condition, which presented a golden opportunity to attack.
"Hehe, let me experience your skills firsthand."
Minghe stared at Meng Zhang for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and stepped out of the River of Blood.
He was well aware that this was a golden opportunity, and if he waited any longer and someone else succeeded, it would be a disaster.
"A defeated foe dares to boast of bravery? Have you forgotten how you were defeated by us last time?"
Manshan Clan sneered, his face full of disdain and contempt.
"Hmph! Last time was just an accident that allowed you to gain the upper hand. I will never fall into the same trap twice."
Minghe's cold rebuke, bringing up the old matter again, made him lose face.
Things are very different now; his strength has undergone a dramatic transformation, and he must wash away the shame of the past.
"Kill!"
Minghe a roar, Styx charged toward Mount Shouyang, igniting an earth-shattering battle.
Mount Kunlun.
Laozi, with piercing eyes and stroking his white beard, spoke to the boy beneath him.
"Go and summon your Xuandu!"