"Ao Jiulong, it won't be so easy for you to kill Lu Ren!"
After Feng Zun spoke, twenty-six Saint Marks swept out around him, radiating an astonishing aura.
Long Yazi and Geng Tai each released twenty-six Saint Marks as well, flying toward Hun Mie Xian.
The ancestors of the three Great Hidden Families instantly surrounded Ao Jiulong.
The three ancestors unleashed their strength together, their momentum overwhelmingly fierce. Anyone else facing the three of them would have been struck by fear, yet Hun Mie Xian remained as calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds, even wearing a trace of disdain.
"You three old fools, do you think you can stop me? Bloodline Divine Ability, Nine Dragons Firmament Incarnation!"
Hun Mie Xian shouted. Nine dragon phantoms rose behind him, transforming into nine colossal dragons that charged in every direction.
Three or four of those dragons rushed toward Xuan Zhen.
The next moment, Hun Mie Xian's body vanished from the spot. Among those three or four dragons, one unexpectedly transformed into Hun Mie Xian himself. Gripping the Nine Dragon Sacred Sword, he charged toward Xuan Zhen.
The three dragons beside him charged toward Xuan Zhen's back once more.
"Lu Ren, I'll personally send you on your final journey!"
Hun Mie Xian roared, his face filled with icy killing intent.
Standing behind Xuan Zhen, the White Tiger Clan's ancestor, Lu Ren still felt an icy chill, as though he could be cut down at any moment. The pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.
Saint Realm experts were simply too terrifying.
Especially Saint Realm experts who had condensed Saint Marks. The power of a single Saint Mark alone was enough to suppress a Ninth Stage Martial Emperor.
"Don't even think about it!"
Feng Zun, Geng Tai, and Long Yazi pounced toward Hun