Chapter 230: I, the Old Madman, am Fierce!

"Old Madman, today is the day of your death!"

Before the people had even arrived, rolling sound waves were already rippling across this stretch of heaven and earth, spreading directly for thousands of miles.

A mountain range near Zhang Xuan even collapsed with a boom amidst these sound waves, shattering into rubble across the ground.

Zhang Xuan's figure remained unmoved, staring at the six who had arrived at this place, or rather, the six Ancient Kings.

In the shortest amount of time, he made a judgment in his heart.

"Five Ancestor Kings who have walked a long distance in the Saint Realm, and one Saint King; hmm, this formation thinks quite highly of me."

An understanding and judgment formed in his heart in an instant, yet Zhang Xuan did not choose to flee; instead, a sense of heroic ambition arose.

"If the normal rhythm were to continue, the Human Race's strength would be quite weak at this stage, and it would be difficult to coexist harmoniously with the Ancient Myriad Tribes. To seek peace, God King Jiang Taixu killed over thirty Ancestor Kings alone at the Myriad Tribes Assembly, shocking the world.

"However, the overall situation ended there. Although the Ancient Creatures still held strong hostility toward the Human Race and many wanted to strike, the appearance of Gai Jiuyou suppressed all discordant voices.

"It allowed the Ancient Race and the Human Race to usher in a period of peace, but small-scale conflicts continued incessantly in private, and the blood debts the Ancient Creatures owed the Human Race back then were also swept under the rug.

"One could act like this when strength was weak, but now that the situation has reversed, why negotiate? Naturally, one must fight all the way through.

"I wonder how many Ancient Ancestor Kings I can kill in this wave; can I create a legend?"

His thoughts were numerous, but they turned in his mind in merely an instant, while those six Ancestor Kings had previously been at an extremely distant range.

They were far away on the horizon, yet in the instant his thoughts turned, they had already crossed that distance and stood before Zhang Xuan. All six were silent, extremely cold.

The one on the far left stared at Zhang Xuan, and after carefully sensing Zhang Xuan's aura, a ruthless killing intent appeared on their face.

"You broke through the Saint Realm barrier and reached the Saint Realm; you can indeed be considered to have extraordinary talent, but you do not understand the situation. Now is the world of our Ancient Myriad Tribes; a tiny human dares to dream of turning the heavens upside down."

Another Ancient Ancestral King sensed for a moment, and the originally tense expression on their face relaxed slightly: "I originally thought that having lived for six thousand years, you had already stepped into the Saint King realm; I did not expect you to still be spinning in the Saint Realm. Heh, such talent dares to call itself a heaven-gifted genius.

"You were lucky not to die in the Forbidden Land back then, but today your days are numbered."

Zhang Xuan did not even listen to them speak; he merely stared at the leader among this group, a Saint King who was not tall and had completely taken on a human appearance. He had no intention of retreating or fleeing. This calm posture caused the opposing Ancestor Kings to become angry.

"Truly, when there are no tigers in the mountains, a Monkey calls itself king. You don't even know to run in a situation like this; the Human Race is indeed like ants. You haven't grown in all these years, thinking you are invincible under heaven just because you achieved the status of a Saint. You've roamed for six thousand years, and you don't even know to run when facing us."

"Heh, perhaps the opponent is still thinking about killing us here. Look at how cold their expression is."

Another Ancestor King teased, then triggered a laugh from an Ancestor King beside them who had wings on their back.

"They probably think the limit of cultivation is the Saint Realm and don't even know about Saint Kings. Today is the day of your death; I will use your head to sacrifice to my fallen brothers."

Several figures among the six Ancient Ancestor Kings sang in harmony, mocking the Old Madman whom Zhang Xuan was currently impersonating.

Facing these words, Zhang Xuan only spoke coldly: "Noisy!"

Then, in the next moment, the Secret of the Word 'Move' bloomed beneath his feet. In an instant, he crossed the distance between himself and the six Ancestor Kings. Facing such terrifying opponents, he did not retreat but instead charged forward directly.

Fast, fast as lightning; strong, strong as divine metal.

The most rigid and domineering Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist bloomed between Zhang Xuan's fists and palms, and the Ancient Ancestral King in front of him who had spoken the most was instantly blasted into a rain of blood.

Bang!

The rain of blood scattered and fell, but before it could hit the ground, a Great Dao Treasure Bottle Seal flew up above Zhang Xuan's head. Endless suction force emerged from it, and in an instant, it swallowed all the blood rain into itself.

Only then did the other five Ancestor Kings react, all of them acting as if facing a great enemy, gathering around that Saint King.

"How is this possible? How could they be strong to such a degree?"

One living Ancestor King was shocked, endless halos rising over their entire body, boiling, vast Qi and blood rushing to the sky, dyeing the horizon red.

But Zhang Xuan only flicked his fists indifferently, letting the flesh and blood on the fist light fall off.

"Do you only know how to speak with your mouths? Did you become Ancestor Kings by using your mouths? Come, fight!"

The words were extremely simple. The leading Saint King revealed a grave expression, but there was more anger than anything else.

Because Zhang Xuan, a person who had not walked very far in the Saint Realm, had actually killed an Ancestor King right in front of him, in his presence. This was an insult to him.

He felt more anger than anything else.

Since arriving at this place, he had not spoken, allowing the others to mock Zhang Xuan. Only now was he truly beyond angry.

"Do not move; I want to kill them with my own hands today and take their body as my trophy to display in my collection room."

As he spoke, he directly stirred the Great Dao of heaven and earth. Endless laws appeared in this area, and the boiling Qi and blood truly covered the entire firmament like a vast ocean.

"Obliterate all things!"

He uttered mysterious and unfathomable Dao sounds from his mouth to coordinate with his attack, displaying heaven-shaking divine light, intending to completely seal the area where Zhang Xuan was located. But Zhang Xuan only smiled indifferently, the Secret of the Word 'Move' unfolding in the most impossible interval, weaving out, and then with another punch, he blasted another Ancestor King who was still watching into fragments.

Moreover, in such an intense moment of battle, he did not forget to wave his hand to collect all the fragments of that Ancestor King's body into his own body.

This time, that Saint King was truly enraged, angry to the extreme. Another terrifying strike of laws bombarded the area; the entire heaven and earth were roaring, and immeasurable light shone through the past and present.

But Zhang Xuan still initiated the Secret of the Word 'Move', and even had the leisure to speak during this battle: "This time, I am going to hit the one with wings on their back!"

The winged Ancient Ancestral King revealed a look of terror on their face, but before it could fully bloom, that domineering fist light pierced through their chest. With a light shake, that body shattered, and blood rain sprinkled across heaven and earth.

Silently and soundlessly, that sky full of flesh and blood was gathered up by Zhang Xuan again.

Although Zhang Xuan did not think much of these Ancient Ancestor Kings whose strength was not considered top-tier, they were, after all, the Ancient Myriad Tribes, supreme figures who had broken through the Saint Realm barrier.

Their own bloodlines, combined with their Origin, were still of some use for Zhang Xuan's cultivation of the Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art.

Zhang Xuan still had the capacity to turn other thoughts in his mind during the battle, while that Ancient Ancestral King who had reached the Saint King level was already so angry that smoke was rising from his head.

But at the same time, he realized things were not looking good and stood together with the two other living Ancestor Kings, shouting: "Their speed is too fast; we cannot react at all. Connect your Dao laws with mine, seal this space, and leave them nowhere to go."

The sky was full of rules, and a world like the Netherworld emerged.

With the assistance of the two Ancestor Kings, this Saint King unleashed a heaven-shaking, terrifying ultimate technique.

"Netherworld World!"

A dark world emerged in this heaven and earth, intending to swallow Zhang Xuan directly into it. As a result, Zhang Xuan's figure flickered and he rushed into that world.

Just as joy appeared on the Saint King's face, he rushed out from within, blasting another Ancestor King into pieces with one punch.

It was still the simplest, most rigid confrontation; it was just the plain and unremarkable Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, rigid and domineering to the extreme.

The anger on the Saint King's face had not yet fully bloomed when another brilliant fist light pierced the firmament, and scarlet blood light splashed high.

The only living Ancestor King of the Saint Realm met an untimely death.

Then, the physical body was even collected into his hand by Zhang Xuan right before his eyes.

At this moment, this living Ancestor King of the Saint King Realm was truly angry to the extreme; instead of a twisted expression, his face was replaced by the utmost serenity and terror, like an endless Abyss.

"An Ancestor King's blood can only be repaid with blood. No matter how fast your speed is, no matter how well you can change your form, you will ultimately have to pay the price!

"I may not be able to catch you, but for every Ancestor King who dies here today, I will slaughter ten million people in the Human Territory as the price for your actions this time.

"I want to fill this entire territory with mountains of corpses and seas of blood; I want the Human Race to understand who the true master of this land is!"

The words of this Ancestor King were like billions of years of ice, practically freezing people to death alive.

Zhang Xuan, upon hearing this, merely shrugged indifferently and said coldly, "When did you get the illusion that you could walk out of here?"

This Ancestor King was astonished, and then he saw the figure before him step forward, step by step, with fist light so brilliant it was stunning to the extreme.

Then he charged directly at him.

"Do you think I only killed them and didn't contend with you because I was worried? No, I just didn't want the news here to leak out!"

Boom!

That Ancestor King was still unafraid; instead, a look of joy appeared on his face. He mobilized all his blood energy and strength to collide head-on with Zhang Xuan, a look of gratification also appearing on his face.

"Do you really think you are invincible in the world and can compare to an Ancient Emperor in his youth? Even an Ancient Emperor in his youth would not dare to cross a major realm to defy the heavens and contend with others!"

He was full of confidence, and immeasurable light was contained within his fist light.

Cruelty and gratification were already revealed in his eyes; he seemed to see this Saint who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth have his physical body shattered and die spraying blood from this punch of his.

"What?"

But the result of the collision left him incomparably astonished. That brilliant fist light collided with him head-on, and neither of them had any intention of dodging.

But the one who retreated was not that Old Madman who appeared to be in his middle age, but him.

The opponent did not look like a body of flesh and blood, but rather like a body forged from immortal divine gold, with golden light blooming from every pore.

The result of the collision was instead his own physical body shattering, his arm breaking, and blood spraying high into the air.

"How is this possible?"

This Ancestor King was full of astonishment.

When at a low realm, there were indeed supreme figures who could cross a major realm to fight against the current. Not to mention others, when he was young and below the Immortal Embryo Realm, he could do it too.

But the further one cultivates to the later stages, the greater the gap in this regard becomes.

Figures who reach the later stages of cultivation realms all have talent and aptitude that are not bad; they can all be called heaven-proud.

Let alone fighting across major realms, even within the same realm, if there is a gap in the level of the realm, it is difficult to achieve victory.

But now he could confirm that the "Old Madman" opposite him was indeed in the Saint Realm.

Although he had walked quite a distance in the Saint Realm, he had definitely not reached the peak.

And he had already stepped into the Saint King Realm. In such a state, the opponent was actually able to cross realms to move up, engage in a head-on confrontation with him, and even win; this feeling made him unable to believe it.

"Are you of Ancient Emperor bloodline?"

This Ancestor King shouted in shock, but still could not believe it.

Amidst his shouting, his collapsing body quickly recovered, and then he engaged in another head-on confrontation with Zhang Xuan with a punch.

"You don't have the special aura of an Ancient Emperor bloodline. Are you some kind of special physique? Your physique is extremely strong!"

"Heh!"

Zhang Xuan responded coldly, still using the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, still radiating light throughout his body. At this moment, his Five Great Secret Realms were all glowing, and it was as if a cocoon was gestating within each secret realm.

The essence blood of the Old Madman was inside Zhang Xuan's body, driven by him using the Eight-Nine Profound Art. At such a moment, he seemed to have truly become the Old Madman, domineering and peerless.

The secret realms were completely imitated; the Five Great Secret Realms glowed simultaneously. Another head-on collision occurred, and this time it was still that Ancestor King who stumbled backward. He was full of disbelief, and then shouted, "Eight Prohibitions, this is the Eight Prohibitions."

Amidst his shouting, his face was full of shock, but at the same time, there was also a certain sense of relief and ease: "Sure enough, you still cannot compare to the Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors in their youth. You have not truly stepped into the God Prohibition; you are relying on an invincible physical body and the Eight Prohibitions to contend with me."

"Continue!"

Zhang Xuan completely disregarded all of this and just coldly continued to swing his fists.

By the fifth punch, this body shattered once again.

He actually wanted to run away, completely forgetting the arrogance of an Ancestor King and the Ancient Race.

Unfortunately, he could not run away at all. Under the blessing of the Secret of 'Row', even though he was in the Saint King Realm, he still could not compare to Zhang Xuan's speed.

After the fifth punch, his Immortal Embryo was pierced through by a punch.

Then he was packed up by Zhang Xuan as a trophy.

And after Zhang Xuan won the battle, he stood in this world, sensing it carefully.

A different kind of feeling was generating in his heart.

"The Dao and methods of the Old Madman are indeed very profound, the most domineering and peerless, tempering thousands of strikes into one style; either win or lose.

"Don't look at it as just five short punches; in reality, if any step had been even a little bit off, or if the problem was a notch worse than the opponent, one would have lost directly just now. Interesting."

With a different feeling in his heart, Zhang Xuan looked sideways into the distance; not far away in the void, a peculiar and mysterious fluctuation was blooming.

This indicated that someone was silently observing in this area. After discovering this, Zhang Xuan did not continue to use the Great Dao Treasure Bottle Seal.

One must conform to the persona of the Old Madman, after all.

(End of this chapter)