Chapter 110

Splash!

Unable to block, creature - generic. No named.

Ancient Royal Clan

It seemed like a giant dragon soaring, stirring the dragon qi of this place, continuously gathering together, faintly exuding the majesty of a true dragon.

Giant dragon - generic.

Its body shuddered, emitting a crackling sound, as if bones were shifting and repositioning, immediately followed by a killing intent that blanketed the sky and earth.

The killing intent turned into a blood-red wall, its height unfathomable, its complexity boundless; in an instant it crushed the crystal-clear petals, then surged toward Yang Zhu.

"This is the Great Emperor's killing move; the ruthless person's one thought makes flowers bloom."

Big Black Dog

Purple-gold blood qi, Sacred Body Dao Fetus

Dao patterns, immortal clothing

Dragon-transforming cultivator

Moving Word Secret

Dao patterns, Chaos mist, Great Dao laws

Power of the Great Dao

Pfft!

Formation patterns divine might, Ancient Royal Clan, Hun Dun Chi

Rumbling...

Hun Dun Chi emitted the sound of rising and falling tides; the lake surface, formed from countless fragments of the Great Dao's laws converging, surged, refining the ancient royal clan into nothingness.

Suddenly, a stream of energy arose within Yang Zhu's body, like a clear spring gurgling, cool and refreshing, flowing to his limbs and bones.

Myriad Dragon Nest

After six powerful beings were slain in succession, the Wan Long Nest realized Yang Zhu was no ordinary person, and asked in a low voice.

"Just an itchy hand; I can't find any worthy opponent in the outside world."

But Yang Zhu's words instantly made the other's face grow even graver, while also adding an anger that could hardly be concealed.

"Do you know what kind of behavior this is?"

The ancient royal clan's prestige is tremendous; once they appear, all myriad races must fear and submit—who would have thought someone would dare to block their door?

This completely disregarded them, simply a naked insult and contempt! "I just want to beat you; if the Wan Long Nest refuses to accept, feel free to step forward—I'll suppress and kill you one by one."

Yang Zhu acted fearlessly, relying on his status; he feared no power, and even if he couldn't win, he still had plenty of leeway to escape.

: nothing.

Black Emperor, Beginningless Great Emperor

Yang Zhu's views have always been influenced by his father; he walks neither the path of the Heavenly Prince nor that of the Monkey. His father not only left him endless strange treasures, but also told him to seize whatever he wants, which is tantamount to merging the two preceding paths into one!

The Heavenly Prince is like a flower in a greenhouse—endowed with extraordinary talent, yet lacking experience, his Dao heart unstable, ultimately unable to become a great vessel.

Holy Prince, Fighting Saint Emperor

Yang Zhu not only possesses an endless divine treasury, but he himself is also free, unrestricted; he can further go seize divine artifacts himself, or retreat and rely on countless treasures as a safety net.

Other imperial sons: … laughing and playing!

"Impudent! Today I will let you fall here!"

The ancient royal clan was utterly enraged by Yang Zhu's words; daring to provoke their majesty leaves only one outcome—to be obliterated by them.

The remaining ancient royal clan numbered seven, each without exception immensely powerful; they exchanged glances, then attacked together, giving Yang Zhu no chance.

"Haha, you all came at once? Still useless."

Endless killing move

The seven ancient royal clans joined forces, cooperating seamlessly; the killing intent they unleashed can be imagined how terrifying it is.

Every move aimed at vital points, the offense incredibly swift; a moment's lapse would incur great loss—lightly, blood spilled on the spot; heavily, suffering severe injury, even falling.

Yang Zhu is innately attuned to the Great Dao; each of his movements stirs the laws, weaving together Dao and principle, making him essentially an embodiment of the Dao.

Divine power surged within him, continuously overflowing, as if inexhaustible.

Beginningless Scripture, Sacred Body Dao Fetus

: sound.

Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered as he moved calmly; each of his strikes could shake the void, making it tremble like two divine metals colliding, emitting a dull thud.

Ancient Sacred Body

The ancient royal clan's proud flesh and strength gained no advantage before Yang Zhu; after a few frontal clashes, his blows shattered their scales, sending flesh and blood flying.

After dozens of rounds, Yang Zhu grew braver with each fight, resembling a deity; in contrast, the ancient creatures' aura waned considerably, some even having half their bodies pulped into flesh.

They exerted all their strength, yet still could not overcome Yang Zhu; infuriated, their attacks grew ever more fierce, hoping to strike him down.

Yet under Yang Zhu's invincible might, the opponent was beaten back repeatedly; even joining forces proved futile! "Is this even human?... Simply a reincarnation of a monstrous omen!"

Duan De

Dao Grandpa

Duan De, Purple-gold Eight Trigrams Mirror

Black Emperor, Dead fatty

Duan De wore a splendid Daoist robe, held an Eight Trigrams Mirror, and transformed into a gorgeous divine rainbow as he rushed forth.

He thought that even if he couldn't slay the ancient royal clan, being able to lend Yang Zhu a hand would be good.

(End of chapter)