Chapter 943

"It's strange, when did a Dao-less Realm expert appear in the Southern World?"

The number of Dao-less Realm giants in the entire Southern World is only a few,

and every appearance of one is a major event that sweeps through the entire Southern World.

It is impossible for it to be so quiet.

And this realm is almost at the very top, so there is no need to hide it, right?

"Is that the expert of the Dragon Race that Heng Lu and the others talked about? Chaos Realm but possesses the combat power of the Dao-less Realm. I wonder if my Daoist Duobao Pavilion can spend a lot of money to buy that secret technique of his?"

Inside the Daoist Duobao Pavilion headquarters,

a pot-bellied middle-aged man with a golden abacus hanging from his waist looked at the battlefield above the firmament with glowing eyes.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult. Even if we sold our Daoist Duobao Pavilion, we probably couldn't exchange for such a secret technique!"

An old man in linen holding a cane beside him shook his head.

Such a secret technique is too outrageous.

Once a Chaos Realm expert cultivates it, wouldn't it be equivalent to cultivating a Dao-less Realm expert?

This is definitely a heaven-defying secret technique that violates the rules of heaven and earth.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to sell it!

"Hehe, I don't believe that Dragon Race doesn't have anything they want!"

"Find an opportunity to let Heng Lu and the others make contact with the other party! Maybe the other party has this intention?"

The pot-bellied middle-aged man said.

And in a certain place in the Chaotic Heaven Domain,

Tianmo Jushi huddled in his place of seclusion and shivered: "What kind of strength is he exactly?"

"Although he was powerful when we fought last time, he only had the combat power of the Primordial Supreme Realm. How long has it been, and he has become the combat power of the Dao-less Realm again?"

Normal breakthrough is impossible.

He also felt that secret techniques and the like were impossible,

because the other party had been fighting with Yan Zu for a while, and what secret technique can last so long without any side effects?

"There is only one possibility, and that is that the other party is playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

"In my life, I hate this kind of person the most. Isn't it good to be bright and open? Why must you use this kind of means?"

"What should I do? What should I do? When will the other party settle accounts with me?"

Tianmo Jushi was terrified,

and instantly felt his life was gray.

He thought about whether to leave here and go to another place,

but for a Dao-less Grade giant,

unless he leaves the Southern World,

it is completely useless!

"I'd better go to the door personally another day to apologize with a thorn on my back!"

Tianmo Jushi sighed.

After all, such an expert probably wouldn't take someone like him seriously, right!

The great battle above the firmament was still continuing.

Both sides fought constantly,

erupting with sounds of heaven and earth cracking, terrifying supreme divine abilities colliding, wisps of divine light exploding, and peerless divine power surging through the heavens.

But the situation had changed.

Although Yan Zu used his natal divine artifact and erupted with supreme divine abilities, he was still suppressed more and more severely, and now he was completely at a disadvantage.

A fist light containing a destructive aura surged out.

With a boom,

a hole was instantly blasted through Yan Zu's chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth.

"How can he be so strong?"

He staggered back,

with fear in his expression.

The other party seemed to be getting stronger the more he fought, from being evenly matched at the beginning to now surpassing him.

"I said, the mid-stage Dao-less Realm is just so-so!"

Long Yuan stepped forward,

his body overflowing with chaotic Qi, suppressing the nine heavens,

and swung his fists to kill Yan Zu again.

His fist light was peerless.

Ancestral Dragon Fist, World-Destroying Fist, Ten Thousand Daos Fist, Ten Thousand Worlds Fist, and other supreme divine abilities bombarded the other party constantly.

Now he had an understanding of the supreme divine abilities rewarded by the System. This level of divine ability is benchmarked against the Dao-less Grade divine abilities of the Primordial Ancient World, so the power is naturally not to be underestimated.

And Yan Zu, as an expert who had been immersed in the Dao-less Realm for who knows how many years,

only had one supreme divine ability,

because cultivation techniques of this level are too scarce!

Wanting to create one himself is even more difficult!

Long Yuan swung his fists,

and divine abilities that shocked Yan Zu were displayed, bombarding the other party.

"Eternal Nine Tribulations" was still being displayed,

and golden runes were flashing on every dragon scale.

Under his fists,

Yan Zu's body flew backward constantly, blood spilling from his mouth, and blood holes were blooming with blood light on his body.

However, just when Yan Zu was having difficulty supporting himself,

another terrifying and boundless aura descended here.

"Who are you?"

Long Yuan's offensive paused, and he looked at the newcomer.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to return my things to me, otherwise you will have to face another enemy today!"

The newcomer said in a deep voice.

He was wearing a mask on his face made of unknown materials,

and Long Yuan's spiritual sense couldn't detect the other party.

"What thing?"

"Just a basin!"

"A basin? The Treasure Basin?"

"Yo! I didn't expect to meet someone who knows goods. That's right, it's the Treasure Basin. If you return it to me, we can treat it as if nothing happened between us, otherwise, the old man must take action today!"

The old man under the mask said.

"Hehe, handing it to you is impossible. How can there be a reason to hand out things that have reached my hands!"

"And... I'm also quite interested in this Treasure-Seeking Mouse of yours!"