Chapter 258

Ancient creatures are powerful, yet it's rare for an era to produce so many monsters; indeed, a golden great age is coming!

The big black dog gazed at the horizon, seeming to sink into reminiscence, and spoke slowly.

When the information gathering was about finished, Yang Zhu and the others left.

Among them, one piece of news caught his attention: the Golden Family of the Northern Plains frequently interacted with the ancient tribe, their relationship appearing extremely close.

Furthermore, rumors said that several powerful ancient beasts had come from the Eastern Wasteland to the Northern Plains, intending to negotiate deeply with the Golden Family, but the specifics were unknown.

"The Golden Family is colluding with the ancient tribe? Let's go take a look."

Yang Zhu felt no surprise, for he knew that the Golden Family's bloodline carried that of the ancient tribe, and choosing to draw close to them was within his expectations.

However, since Yang Zhu had encountered them, he would naturally not ignore them.

"Huh? That person looks somewhat familiar… seems like the deplorable Daoist? Didn't he follow the Sacred Body Dao Embryo away?"

"How could it be him? Perhaps you're seeing things."

Someone inadvertently glanced and unexpectedly saw a silhouette very similar to Duan De, feeling greatly shocked.

But the silhouette flashed by quickly; he didn't see it clearly and dared not confirm it.

"I never expected the Sacred Prince to be hunted down; the situation looks unfavorable."

Along the way, the Yao Chi Holy Maiden let out a slight sigh; the Sacred Prince, as the offspring of the Sacred Emperor, yet due to discord with the Heavenly Prince, had been hunted multiple times.

Fortunately, his strength was sufficient, and some of the ancient tribe were willing to aid him, allowing him to repeatedly escape danger by luck.

Both were ancient princes, yet now they faced a life-and-death struggle, showing that the ancient tribe's interior was not monolithic.

"The Undying Heavenly Emperor left endless immortal treasures and guardians for the Heavenly Prince, paving the way for him; this also caused his Dao heart to be unstable, ultimately preventing him from achieving anything."

In Yang Zhu's view, the Heavenly Prince was merely a flower in a greenhouse, having been cut from stone by Ye Fan and thereafter protected by ancient beasts.

He had truly little tempering, his Dao heart far inferior to that of the Sacred Prince; though he could rely on those strange treasures to outpace many peers, he was destined not to go far.

"When there's time, we might as well cut him down."

From beginning to end, Yang Zhu never regarded him as an opponent; in his view, the other was only a match of a few moves.

Based on the information they had gathered, they rushed to the sacred land of the Northern Plains' Golden Family, finally stopping when they were still several hundred thousand li away.

"Dare to collude with the ancient tribe? I'll blast you to ashes!"

The big black dog was indignant; the Golden Family secretly colluding with the ancient tribe amounted to standing against them, naturally leaving no room for mercy.

"Lord of Infinite Heaven, upon returning I'll slay some primordial beasts for fun—just thinking about it is exciting!"

Duan De's current strength is likewise not to be underestimated; over these years he has obtained numerous supreme treasures and formations, and various Shen Gong and secret techniques are not few.

It's no exaggeration to say that even a Sacred Lord–level figure arriving could do nothing to him! After waiting two days, several divine rainbows came from the horizon, extremely swift, and their aura immensely strong; each was no weak existence.

"They've come."

Yang Zhu stood in midair, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, his eyes like stars, bearing a kind of awe-inspiring pressure.

His gaze was calm, he quietly waited for those figures to approach.

Seeing someone blocking the way, the seven silhouettes apparently came for him, and all halted.

At this moment, their true appearances were fully revealed: three humans and four primordial beasts.

Those three were evidently members of the Golden Family, each golden all over, with a scorching powerful aura surging within, their strength considerable.

Leading them was Jin Chixiao, the young master of the Golden Family, whose cultivation and strength could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the contemporary heavenly pride.

The other primordial beasts were two heads taller than normal humans, extraordinarily robust, their golden fur crystalline like silk, with strange powerful runes occasionally appearing; their whole bodies shone like gold, merely standing there emanating a mighty and terrifying aura.

"Who are you? How dare you block our path with such audacity!"

A man of the Golden Family stood behind Jin Chixiao, his tone cold, killing intent flickering in his eyes.

In the Northern Plains, the Golden Family is a top-tier existence; originally the Wang family could easily overwhelm them.

But after Wang Teng, the Wang family patriarch, and numerous core elders were slain by Yang Zhu, their power waned greatly and they fell into decline.

Now the Wang family's strength is not much different from the Golden Family's; they can be said to both be top-tier forces in the Northern Plains.

For how many years has no one dared to do this, blocking the Golden Family's gate—this is a provocation tantamount to slapping them hard! Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered, his bearing godlike, drifting like an immortal, with chaotic qi swirling around him, quite extraordinary.

Toward the speaker, he never glanced at him, merely coldly fixing his gaze on Jin Chixiao and those several primordial beasts.

"You can't hear my words……"

Seeing Yang Zhu ignore him, the man instantly flared with shame and anger, about to shout again, but the Yao Chi Shen Nv kicked him, and his momentum collapsed at once.

He fortunately withdrew his gaze, then immediately looked toward Jin Chixiao.

Suddenly he noticed that aside from himself, everyone else's faces were grave, they remained silent, seemingly extremely wary.

"Young…… young master, we……"

The young man's heart gave a jolt, his heartbeat skipped a beat, cold sweat instantly broke out, and his whole body trembled.

Given Jin Chixiao's cultivation and character, he is ordinarily extremely arrogant and disdainful, even when facing the heavenly pride of the Eastern Wasteland.

Yet such an expression as today he had never shown; one can imagine how terrifying the person opposite is.

"Shut up!"

Jin Chixiao's mouth twitched, his arms slightly trembling, his throat surged, and a slap sent that man flying.

That man was blown several dozen meters away, half his face swollen, yet he dared not utter a word of complaint.

"Who is he?"

The remaining four primordial beasts also sized up Yang Zhu, their faces undoubtedly grave, and they spoke to inquire.

"I have long admired Brother Yang's fame, but I don't know……"

"Let me ask you, are you planning to collude with the ancient tribe?"

Yang Zhu interrupted his words, his tone extremely cold.

Hearing this, Jin Chixiao's heart turned half-cold.

As a contemporary heavenly pride, nearly everyone has witnessed Yang Zhu's strength.

In his heart, there was an unshakable fear and awe toward him, like an insurmountable heavenly chasm that he could only gaze at his back.

"This…"

A few moves cut down Northern Emperor Wang Teng, the number one of the Big Dipper; now he stands before you like this, asking if you're afraid. Yang Zhu couldn't be bothered to listen to his explanation—raising his hand, the patterns of heaven and earth converged, terrifying beyond compare, capable of destroying a world, pressing down on his opponent.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound rang out, and the Golden Crimson Sky flew sideways thousands of zhang—like a divine body forged of gold, reputed indestructible, but now it cracked, revealing a terrifying injury.

(End of chapter)