Chapter 1682

He had long since broken through his cultivation, reaching the Sixth Heaven of Sage.

Although there were only several hundred of them, they were more than enough to match tens of thousands of elite warriors from the various races.

And behind these fierce beasts.

The generals of Great Zhou had also appeared.

Their eyes gleamed with sharp light, their bodies clad in iron armor.

Behind them, rolling clouds of blood loomed overhead.

Wave after wave of grim, murderous aura.

Poured forth.

At this moment, everyone knew that Great Zhou's reinforcements had finally arrived.

"Boom!"

And just as everyone was heaving a sigh of relief.

Ximen Wudi's figure suddenly shot up in an instant.

He threw a punch.

"Boom!"

A mysterious leader was sent flying outright.

His chest caved in.

His eyes bulged wide, like a goldfish.

Clearly, he wasn't going to survive.

"Hiss, how can he be this powerful!"

Seeing such a scene, someone cried out in horror.

A glint of terror shone in their eyes.

"Hehehe, Crown Prince of Great Zhou, do you really think this Emperor fears you?

Since you've come today, then die for me!"

But, just as that person's voice had barely fallen.

From afar, another wild, arrogant voice rang out.

Then, two figures could be seen streaking across the void.

Vast energy rippled around their bodies.

They were actually Eighth Heaven of Sage experts.

Seeing such a scene, Ximen Wudi's brows furrowed slightly.

He had already guessed half of the opponent's identity.

As expected, they were experts of the Demon Race.

Moreover, the opponents appearing here clearly harbored ill intentions.

After seeing such a scene.

Ximen Wudi showed not the slightest trace of fear.

Instead, he laughed and said.

"Haha, perfect timing.

Since you've delivered yourselves to my door, today this Crown Prince shall kill one to warn a hundred!"

When his voice rang out, everyone present couldn't help but reveal a look of horror in their eyes.

No one expected that the Crown Prince of Great Zhou, facing so many experts, would not retreat but instead charge forward.

One had to know, these were two Eighth Heaven of Sage experts.

How could they be so easy to deal with.

Even a Ninth Heaven of Sage existence might not necessarily be their match.

And those two Demon Race experts also wore faces full of savage grins.

Ximen Wudi's words, in their view, were simply seeking death.

But Ximen Wudi at this moment paid no heed to anyone else's thoughts.

His figure flashed, and once again he charged up.

"Boom!"

His fist-gang slammed viciously into the bodies of those two Eighth Heaven of Sage experts.

The opponents simply couldn't dodge in time.

Their entire physical bodies exploded in an instant.

Only their nascent souls remained, wanting to flee, but how could they possibly.

They could only watch as Ximen Wudi grabbed their nascent souls with one hand and stuffed them into his mouth to devour them.

Afterwards, the killing intent in his eyes grew even more piercing.

Then, with a shake of his arm, a burst of blood rain poured down like a downpour.

Dyeing the entire heavens red.

And at this moment, the other Ninth Heaven of Sage experts could no longer afford to watch the fight, and all pounced forward to kill.

"Kill!"

And Xingtian charged at the forefront, rushing toward one of them.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar shook the ears as a crimson dragon coiled around the opponent's body.

Its sharp claws swept straight out.

The blazing sharpness brought a look of horror to every face present.

On the other side, Feng Wu was not about to be outdone either.

The wings on her body radiated endless raging flames.

The searing temperature made one's hair stand on end.

As her twin wings beat—

wisps of flame shot out from them.

Burning the heavens a fiery red, making no one dare act rashly.

For a time, the two sides fought to a standstill.

"Ao—!"

Just as Ximen Wudi, after slaying two men, was about to strike again—

a massive figure appeared in the void.

Its entire body was pitch-black.

Cruel light blazed in its eyes.

A palm slammed down, carrying an aura of destruction.

Wherever it passed, the void crumbled.

"Boom—!"

In a single strike, it smashed the Dragon Eagle King directly into pulp.

"Jiu—!"

Feng Wu let out a piercing cry and, at the same moment, shot toward the deepest part of the demon race's territory.

Her figure was too beautiful.

1493 — An Exiled Immortal Descends to the Mortal World

A figure in white drifted through the air, like an exiled immortal descending to the mortal world.

Yet it was filled with a fatal allure.

Making one feel suffocated.