Chapter 387

Many people were dissatisfied with this, which could make human cultivators share a common hatred.

However, ordinary cultivators discussing world affairs just grumble.

The rules are the same in any world.

The lower levels focusing on world-shaking events is of no use.

"The Primordial races are truly very strong."

"In the Primordial era, they had many Imperial clans and Royal clans."

"Our human rise has been short, and not many Great Emperors have appeared; our foundation is not enough."

Human Emperor Scriptures are fewer than theirs, and Extreme Dao weapons are fewer; how can we fight?

In terms of ordinary heritage, it's even more incomparable.

A Primordial Royal clan's heritage can rival an ordinary Holy Land.

There are piles of Primordial Royal clans, and many Primordial Imperial clans.

Primordial Imperial clans are races that have produced invincible Ancient Emperors, leaving behind much heritage and even Extreme Dao weapons.

Primordial Royal clans are races that have produced peak experts and were very powerful in the Primordial era.

In the previous Chaos Dragon Nest, some Primordial races appeared—all kinds of groups.

Many of those should have been Wan Longhuang's subordinate warriors and vassal groups.

Primordial Imperial and Royal clans also have many vassals and followers.

On the road, a group from the Wanfu Holy Land was walking.

There were many teams when they arrived, but now all of them had almost gathered together, making it about the size of a single team from before.

The losses this time were heavy.

Many were also injured.

"Dragon Nest." The leading Holy Lord was angry but powerless.

There was no way to deal with this Primordial Imperial clan.

They had run into someone else's home, although they didn't know there was anyone home before, thinking it was just an undiscovered ruin.

Since they were counter-killed, they have no logical ground to stand on either.

As for intervening, with their strength, they usually didn't reason, but now that they were reasoning, it meant they weren't confident in intervening.

Being irritable was useless; such matters weren't for a Holy Lord to decide.

Inside the Dragon Nest, if any Primordial race warrior came out, he might not be a match.

A Holy Lord was only the surface face of a Holy Land, dealing with ordinary matters.

"What about that Jiang Nan? Is he dead?"

"And that little demoness."

"I don't know about Jiang Nan, but that little demoness—our team ran into her before and was hunting her down, but later the Dragon Nest had an incident, and we lost contact with that team."

"Don't know if the little demoness is still alive."

"You handle the matter of that little demoness. Whoever kills her will be the new Holy Son or Holy Maiden; don't disgrace my Holy Land again."

"If you need any artifacts to trap her so she can't escape, you can apply to the Holy Land."

"Thank you, Holy Lord." The disciples below were pleasantly surprised; those who survived were the more outstanding ones.

The Holy Lord thought highly of them.

"As for Jiang Nan, we will intervene personally," the Holy Lord snorted coldly.

Coming out this time, as a Holy Lord, he brought many trump cards; even against an expert who had Cut the Dao, he was confident in fighting them to the death.

There were also good hands by his side; he was confident he could suppress a kid.

Those who survived were actually all good hands.

"Holy Lord, we'll go hunt down that little demoness."

"Maybe she's already dead."

"This demoness has strange methods; it's not certain. Don't let go of any possibility." The disciples were eager, full of anticipation, and also had accumulated killing intent they wanted to vent.

"No need for the trouble." A person walked from the front, blocking their path—it was Jiang Nan.

"You are... Jiang Nan!" The Holy Lord hesitated for a moment before recognizing him with cold eyes.

At the same time, the experts beside him revealed their killing intent, immediately becoming alert and building up killing moves.

"You're really something." Jiang Nan was speechless; they were going to kill him personally, yet they still had to recognize him when they met.

If he had transformed, with his current Eight-Nine Profound Art, the sublimated perfect version, you wouldn't recognize a damn thing.

"You still dare to appear." The Wanfu Holy Lord snorted coldly, full of killing intent, his trump cards secretly prepared.

"Truly ignorant and fearless." An expert behind also sneered.

They were a team led by a Holy Lord; did he really think they were those ordinary Great Expert teams?

Those Great Experts before might have besieged you, seemingly many in number, but most were ordinary Great Experts.

One point in particular: those Great Experts came from different forces and had to be wary of each other.

It was called a siege, but it was actually a mess, worse than fighting individually.

They even had to guard against each other's attacks.

Now they were sharing honor and disgrace.

With a Holy Lord leading the team, they all had trump card killing moves.

There was even a Divine King existence in the back.

The Divine King was low-key, didn't want trouble, and was at the very back; many didn't know.

Those disciples didn't know the old man in the back was a Divine King—an old-school existence that even the Holy Lord had to respect.

As they spoke, flaming war flags appeared one after another, whistling and growing in the wind, covering the sky and blocking this side of the world.

They all evolved into a Heaven and Earth Furnace, with true fire and killing intent.

The offense and defense were surging, the flames were like illusions, many methods were eroding... and it even sealed the void.

"Little thief, you really think you're invincible."

"I heard you're fast. Today, I'll make sure you can't escape even with wings," someone sneered.

"Take him down," the Holy Lord said indifferently.

He didn't intervene personally; the crowd controlled the Heaven-Burning Array to test Jiang Nan's methods.

"I thought there would be some surprises, but this is it?" Jiang Nan shook his head. "Disappointing."

"It's not even enough to temper my Fiery Eyes."

He had thought this was similar to the legendary Bagua Furnace—could it temper his Fiery Eyes?

The specifications were far from enough; in any case, it wasn't enough to temper anything for him.

Walking along, he used the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist; the sun and moon lost their color, and the true fire lost its color too.

With a few continuous punches, he punched through this so-called Heaven and Earth sealing furnace.

The flame array flags were also suppressed, and he forcibly collected them.

Some Great Experts still wanted to use the flame furnace to attack.

Jiang Nan didn't even look, one punch per person, casually blasting them to death.

As for the weaker ones, Jiang Nan used the Word Secret of Travel to step over, his Dao marks collapsing the void, destroying everything in his path.

They were just wiped out.

The Wanfu Holy Lord's expression changed drastically, and just as he wanted to retreat, Jiang Nan was already in front of him.

Another punch hummed.

There were all kinds of teeth-aching cracking sounds; this person really had many treasures, but they all cracked one after another. His own true fire defense and attacks collapsed in an instant, and he flew backward straight away.

Jiang Nan didn't look again, stepped forward again, and with an unparalleled fist momentum, reached the front of the old man in the back.

The old man still wanted to erupt in a surprise attack, with flame blade shadows around him and a boiling blade domain.

Jiang Nan punched through it, and the old man's chest was punched through too.

The old man couldn't believe it; while flying backward, he saw a kick from the air, with heaven and earth pressure and Dao mark impact—he couldn't dodge at all.

He was crushed to pieces in the void.

"Saint... Saint..." The old man was terrified; it was too fast, he couldn't judge too much.

But this speed, ignoring time, was definitely a Saint.

Who the hell said this person could only fight those who Cut the Dao, and fought very hard?

"How about it?" Jiang Nan's figure appeared in front, walking toward the Holy Lord who had just climbed up. ===== CHAPTER 388 =====