The Half-Saint roared, brandishing his bronze halberd in a death throes.
The Black-Yellow Source Root Cauldron pressed down, like the Milky Way falling, a vast expanse without end, the primordial energy swirling through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, shocking the Human World.
Finally, a burst of bloody light rose, and the silver-robed elder screamed as his head was smashed to pieces by the Holy Emperor's Son, leaving him a bloody mess and dying on the spot.
A brilliant azure light shone forth, and the ancient decree swept across the sky, unleashing the might of the Taichu. The other Half-Saint despair, knowing he could not survive this calamity.
"Boom!"
At the critical moment, a divine light blotted out the sun and enveloped the high ground. A gaunt figure appeared, his silver hair disheveled, and with his back to the crowd, he shattered the killing formation.
The Ancestor King's silver hair danced in the wind, and his eyes were like deep pools, dark and profound, like an Immortal of the Foreign Realm deity.
"It's over... The Ancestor King has arrived. What a pity for the Holy Emperor's Son and the Sacred Body!" Some members of the Ancient Clans shook their heads, Dao Yi was now set in stone.
Half-Saint and Saint are in completely different realms; it's impossible for them to defy each other!
"Kill my people!"
The silver-haired old man's pupils were like two purple suns, emitting a terrifying light!
The next moment, the Ancestor King made a powerful move, his two enormous handprints Shrouding the Heavens sky and the earth, descending from the depths of the heavens. With a deafening roar, everything was destroyed, and Chaos surged, as if the world was about to be annihilated. He directly struck the Holy Emperor's Son and Ye Fan, intending to turn them into mincemeat.
He was not afraid of the Victorious Fighting Buddha!
They really dare to kill? Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, even the Primordial Royal Clan were filled with dread.
The Heaven Domain were boundless, and two giant silver hands descended from the clouds, swirling with Chaos energy and radiating Taichu immortal light. This was a full-force attack from Saint, something that Severing the Dao domain could not possibly withstand!
"It's over! A great calamity is about to befall the Eastern Wasteland. If the Holy Emperor's Son dies, the world will be overturned!"
Not to mention the Human Clan, even the mountain lords of the Primordial Royal Clan were terrified, as if they could see a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and that a great calamity was about to befall them.
"Clang!"
A clear sound rang out, and a hazy purple mist swept past the giant hand, piercing it directly. A drop of blood spilled out, annihilating the Void.
The Saint of Spirit Valley's expression changed drastically as he discovered that his primordial spirit was covered with a layer of purple-gold frost, which then spontaneously combusted.
"Ah..."
The silver-haired old man screamed and struggled incessantly, his expression filled with extreme fear. He kept spewing out heart fire, hoping to extinguish those Dao Fire with his primordial essence and blood.
However, everything happened suddenly. In the blink of an eye, this newly born Primordial Ancestral King turned into a pile of ashes and was scattered by the gale.
The sky was a single color, and all was quiet!
Everyone watching was shocked; a terrifyingly powerful Saint had actually fallen just like that.
"Boom!"
In an instant, two terrifying silver palms Void, radiating Taichu immortal light, dazzlingly bright, and surrounded by countless ripples of the Great Dao, as they slammed towards Fire Demon Ridge.
Ye Fan, the Holy Emperor's Son, and the others paled, and even Qi Luo, who was close to becoming a saint, trembled.
This is the work of two Ancestor King who are close to becoming Saint King; their aura is awe-inspiring, and they are determined to wipe out all great enemies!
The Qing Ming tore open, and three supreme auras swept across the area, instantly filling it.
"My God, the Silver Moon Heavenly King has actually come!"
Some of the elders of the Ancient Clans had their expressions change as they recognized one of the auras within. Their hearts were instantly filled with turmoil, knowing that an endless bloodbath was about to erupt.
The ethereal purple-gold smoke drifted out again, hazy and indistinct, possessing a unique Daoist charm, seemingly nonexistent in this realm, exuding an ancient and boundless aura.
The silver palm, radiating celestial light, fell into the purple mist and instantly dissipated, transforming into countless showers of light that fluttered down over Fire Demon Ridge.
"I didn't expect the Big Dipper Human Clan to have such a master, not bad!"
The Silver Moon Heavenly King, dressed in a white robe, stepped out. His hair was as black as snow, and he was handsome and radiant, like a god. Behind him were two Ancestor King.
They were the ones who made the move just now!
Ye Fan, the Holy Emperor's Son, and the others stared at each other coldly, showing no fear.
The Silver Moon Heavenly King's sharp eyes glanced at the divine token before Ye Fan, and he was somewhat moved; the materials used were far too precious.
He calmed himself and stared at the Holy Emperor's Son and the others indifferently. " Holy Emperor's Son, bind your hands. I don't want things to get too ugly. A mere Saint can't protect you!"
Although that wisp of purple-gold smoke was extraordinary, involving the realm of time, its level was not high, not reaching the realm of Saint King, and therefore nothing special.
Furthermore, his master Great Saint Kun Zhou, was right behind him, enough to suppress everything!
Even if that old man from the Ji Family jumps out, he can't turn the tide. Big Dipper is still their domain!
Chapter 520 The Second Young Emperor, Looking Down Upon the Kun Zhou
"Disaster is brewing. The Silver Moon Heavenly King is truly about to make his move. The Holy Emperor's Son is likely..."
"The old Holy Emperor once Reign Over All Under Heaven, but who would have thought that his descendants would be suppressed today!"
"A rain of blood is about to fall; a powerful figure will likely perish today... I wonder if that one from Mount Sumeru will descend!"
The atmosphere at Fire Demon Ridge was frozen, filled with murderous intent, and the winds and clouds shifted dramatically. Many Ancient Clans shook their heads, lamenting that there was no royal family in the world that could prosper Eternal.
"Are you standing up for the Spirit Valley? Or do you have other plans!" The Holy Ape was unruly, its eyes blazing with fire, its golden fur standing on end, roaring across the ten directions of the heavens.
"Hehe..."
The Silver Moon Heavenly King smiled calmly, then his expression turned cold, and he exuded an aura of great authority as he roared, "You impudent monkey, kneel before me!"
In an instant, the Tai Shi Heavenly Sound swept across the sky, emitting a brilliant rain of holy light. Brilliant silver light swept across, its divine might like a prison, wanting to force the Holy Emperor's Son to kneel at its feet!
The Fighting Saint Ape roared, its battle blood boiling, wanting to resist. However, the Severing the Dao and Saint King were like heaven and earth, impossible to withstand.
Just as the purple smoke began to rise again, a tremendous bell rang out, as if an Primordial Ancestral King had cast a spell, tearing through the Void to block the terrifying pressure.
" Your Heavenly King is too kind. The Holy Emperor's Son is used to a life of leisure. Let me take him back!" The bronze bell rang, and an old man in a Daoist robe stepped out on auspicious clouds. He had a youthful face but white hair, and his voice was full of vicissitudes.
He wore a crimson gold crown, his Daoist robes were worn, and his skin was crystalline. The Void around him was distorted, and traces of the Great Dao stretched out like thousands of mountains, exuding a majestic aura.
Even just standing there, he sent chills down people's spines; his power was boundless and terrifying. His vital energy could sweep across the heavens and earth... Wuliang and inexhaustible... possessing the power to swallow mountains and rivers.
This is a royal Saint King, though not as powerful as the Silver Moon Heavenly King, he is still just as strong!
Divine Silkworm Ridge Supreme Peak power among the Ancient Clans, revered by all races. It was a major royal family in the Primordial Era, and a true Ancient Emperor once existed there. At the height of its power, it left behind an emperor-level battle suit, and was respected by all under heaven.
"Snort!"
Silver Moon Heavenly King's sword-like eyebrows were cold and sharp, and his battle robe emitted a fierce light, as if he wanted to tear apart the area there, showing no mercy to Divine Silkworm Ridge.
His master has already connected with two Ancient Emperor Clans, so why should he fear the Silkworm Emperor's lineage!
Meanwhile, the two Ancestor King of the Spirit Valley activated their Saint Weapon and attacked the crowd.
This place is in complete chaos; it's terrifying.
The old man of Divine Silkworm Ridge had deep eyes and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he sighed and withdrew the leg he had taken.
He can't afford to gamble!
A storm is brewing, and today blood will surely flow in the Eastern Wasteland!
"You impudent monkey, you dare to question the Heavenly King! Your crime deserves death!"
The Saint of Spirit Valley roared, causing the mountains to rumble and collapse, rocks to pierce the clouds, and dust to obscure the sun, chilling all who witnessed it.
A massive azure hand Void the void, carrying boundless, ancient, and urgent killing intent. It moved with extreme speed, unleashing immense pressure, intending to force the Holy Emperor's Son, Ye Fan, and the others to kneel before all races and lose face. This was the might of a Saint, heavy and boundless, like a star field pressing down.
The Silver Moon Heavenly King stood there quietly, looking down upon all living beings as if facing ants, exuding an otherworldly and refined air.
As the purple smoke drifted, the genius praised by the Fighting Saint Emperor had a cold gaze. He flicked his finger and struck the sky, sending thousands of silver streaks across like Heavenly Dragon. His killing intent was chilling, as if he wanted to annihilate everything. The entire world could not withstand this aura, Void twisted and creased.
"No matter who you are, today you will only die!" The sky trembled, the Silver Moon Heavenly King's long hair flew wildly, his holy body was shrouded in one hundred and eight divine halos, his figure was hazy, and he was as powerful as a god. As soon as he appeared, everything collapsed and no life appeared in the Great Wilderness.
The fact that a powerful figure at the Ninth Heaven of the Saint King Realm, just one step away from achieving the Great Saint body, has made a move is absolutely earth-shattering and will shake all races!
This is an ancient being who was granted the title of King among the Primordial Ancestral King. He has traveled a great distance in the realm of the Holy Path. He usually does not show his presence, but once he appears, his aura alone is enough to make people convulse and kneel on the ground. Even Saint find it difficult to withstand!
Until you reach this level, you'll never know how terrifying they are, looking down on all living beings as if they were ants.
The old Divine Silkworm Ridge witnessed all of this and sighed inwardly, ultimately feeling helpless.
When the Heavenly King makes a move, there is no chance of survival; it is absolutely terrifying. What's more, the opponent is backed by the Great Saint Kun Zhou...
A purple mist rose silently, hazy and indistinct, carrying an ethereal and boundless Daoist charm, transcending the mundane world.
The clouds and smoke flowed and gathered into slender lotus stalks. The next moment, brilliant pure fire rose, and holy deities instantly enveloped this sky.
The terrifying Tai Shi light descended, then silently dissipated into the smoke and dust, corroded by time, as if it had never existed.
"How is that possible...?"
Silver Moon Heavenly King's gaze turned solemn, his heart churning with immense turmoil. Just who was this person who could withstand his full-force attack?
Seeing the purple mist cut everything off, the Big Black Dog breathed a sigh of relief, its eyes brightening as it looked at the three Ancestor King, drooling.
Inherited Saint Weapon and holy battle robes—these are truly legendary treasures!
The onlookers were immediately in an uproar, unable to believe what was happening. Who was this ancient being who could possibly stop the Silver Moon Heavenly King?
Purple smoke drifted slowly, gathering in the mist to form a purple bell. In an instant, the bell's sound soared into the sky, sweeping across thousands of miles, almost annihilating everything!
"Clang... Clang... Clang..."
Three bell tolls echoed from the boundless distance, Eternity in Haste, carrying the weight of life and death, their profound resonance resonating in the hearts of all!
"How dare you!"
An ancient, ethereal voice rang out, but it couldn't stop it all!
The laws of time are too ruthless; everything happens in the blink of an eye!
"Ah..."
The Silver Moon Heavenly King froze, his eyes filled with terror, then let out a scream. The first scream was the fall of his soul, the second the death, and the third the annihilation of his Dao.
In an instant, he and the two Ancestor King of the Spirit Valley exploded, their white bones and blood of various colors flying everywhere, creating a mournful dirge of death.
" Silver Moon is dead!"
The old Divine Silkworm Ridge was shocked. To kill Heavenly King in a single blow—a feat that had been sought throughout the ages, only those giants could accomplish. Could it be that the Victorious Fighting Buddha had already appeared long ago?
In the distance, people were stunned. Where did this killing power come from? It was too fierce. A mere phantom bell seal had annihilated the Silver Moon Heavenly King and the two Ancestor King of the Spirit Valley. This was definitely an earth-shattering figure!
Suddenly, a terrifying aura descended from Nine Heavens, domineering and incomparable, instantly taking control of this space.