Zi Tianfeng, Royal Clan Noblewoman

"Roar!!"

At that moment, the master of Spirit Valley made his move.

He let out a thunderous roar, and surging demonic qi blotted out the sky. With his feet treading the Great Dao, mountains and rivers shattered.

Empowered by the supreme treasure Spirit Lake, his combat strength was multiplying at a visible rate, interweaving traces of the chaotic Great Dao.

The man in green, who had subdued two ancestral kings with a single command, finally moved.

Stepping on the Movement Secret, he took one step that crushed the years, transforming into a streak of world-shocking light and vanishing.

When he reappeared, his long, fair hand, warm and smooth as jade, had clamped around the strongest ancestral king's neck like a pair of iron pincers, cutting off the source of his divine power.

"Khk... khk... khk..."

The master of Spirit Valley, who had once boasted that he alone could kill the Merak Three Saints, struggled helplessly, only to find the hand gripping the throat of his fate tightening further and further.

"Thank you for offering up this treasure, Fellow Daoist~"

With one hand, the Human quasi-emperor restrained the ancient ancestral king at the Saint King level. With the other, he toyed with the Royal Clan's supreme treasure, Spirit Valley, in his palm, where a nine-grade golden lotus slowly revolved.

"Agudoda..."

The three ancestral kings were like fish on a chopping block, stretching out their necks to be slaughtered. After hearing only that hurried sentence, their consciousnesses blurred completely as the mysterious power of the Great Dao silently invaded their divine bodies.

By the time Old Madman released his own Holy Son from his sleeve, the three incomparably arrogant ancient ancestral kings were already crawling at his feet like docile hunting hounds.

There was nothing the Eastern Saint could do in a