73: Chapter 72 Chen Zhiwen Appears

Having their own Prodigy slaughtered by Prodigies from other factions right at their doorstep, in full view of everyone—

Such behavior was undoubtedly an insult to the entire Great Xuan Imperial Dynasty; if they were actually allowed to succeed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Yu Zhantian turned his head to look at Ye Hao, who was standing to the side, and instructed, "Go quickly and find the Fifth Prince. Tell him that as long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood; under no circumstances should he go out to engage in battle."

After hearing this, Ye Hao did not move and remained where he stood.

"Why are you still standing there stunned? Why don't you hurry up and find the Fifth Prince!"

Ye Hao looked at Yu Zhantian with a smile, "Revered Master, you need not worry. Given Your Highness's strength, these so-called Prodigies are nothing at all."

"Just feel at ease and continue watching here. I believe that Your Highness can handle it himself."

Others might not know Chen Zhiwen's true strength, but Ye Hao knew it clearly.

For these factions to send out a few young Prodigies and think they could make a move on Chen Zhiwen was, in Ye Hao's eyes, an enormous joke.

This time, those factions would likely end up trying to steal rice only to get pecked instead.

'After today, these Prodigies from other factions who harbor evil intentions will likely all perish here in the Capital.'

'Once these Prodigies are dead, there will definitely be many vacancies in the top fifty of the hidden dragon ranking.'

'I originally thought about working hard to climb back onto the hidden dragon ranking, but now it seems I've saved myself some trouble. This is truly not bad!'

Ye Hao looked leisurely at the many Prodigies in the sky above the Capital, his gaze as if he were looking at a group of dead men, feeling a secret, intense thrill in his heart.

After hearing Ye Hao's words, Yu Zhantian's expression froze.

...

High above the Capital.

The few Demon Clan Prodigies saw that Zheng Chen was still blocking their path. Cold light flashed in their eyes, and they decided not to waste any more breath, joining forces to defeat Zheng Chen first.

And just as a great battle was about to erupt between them and Zheng Chen, a sturdy figure suddenly appeared before everyone.

The person who arrived was none other than Chen Zhiwen.

The moment Chen Zhiwen appeared, the gazes of more than half of the Prodigies high in the sky gathered on him.

High above in the dizzying heights that pierced the clouds, Feng Qingyang's gentlemanly Sword Intent, like soft silk, swept continuously toward Ao Ming.

This Sword Intent intertwined and merged, as if forming a huge net, intending to tightly wrap Ao Ming within it.

Yet Ao Ming was completely unafraid; he held the clan's supreme treasure—the War Blood Halberd—emitting an aura that chilled one to the bone.

As his Bloodline was stimulated, the Bloodline Divine Ability of the Biyou Flood Dragon Clan was also revealed one by one.

In an instant, Ao Ming himself became like a descending god of war, his entire body emitting endless pressure and Evil Qi.

That fierce and evil momentum was like a rolling torrent, raging around Ao Ming's body; every one of his movements carried the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Ao Ming suddenly brandished the War Blood Halberd in his hand; wherever the tip of the halberd passed, the Void Realm seemed to be torn apart, bursting forth with dazzling divine light.

This divine light was as scorching as the sun, instantly shattering all of Feng Qingyang's silk-like Sword Intent.

However, Feng Qingyang's Sword Intent was like wild grass; once shattered, it grew rapidly again, continuing to coil around Ao Ming.

At this moment, Ao Ming's eyes narrowed, and he looked down, locking his gaze onto Chen Zhiwen.

"Don't get distracted; your opponent is me," Feng Qingyang's voice rang out beside Ao Ming's ear.

Like a phantom, Feng Qingyang flashed into existence directly in front of Ao Ming.

He gripped the three-foot azure edge in his hand, its cold light radiating everywhere, making one shudder.

Feng Qingyang's movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, each one containing endless mystery.

His footwork was light and elegant, as if he were strolling through the air, making one unable to help but marvel at it.

The moment Feng Qingyang appeared, an invisible energy rapidly spread out from beneath his feet like ripples.

This energy appeared soft, yet it contained infinite power, like a surging torrent, unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, this energy completely enveloped Feng Qingyang and Ao Ming, forming a unique Domain.

Ao Ming's eyes focused, his gaze fixed on Feng Qingyang, "Is this your Sword Domain?"

"That's right," Feng Qingyang nodded, thrusting the three-foot azure edge in his hand out once more.

Within Feng Qingyang's Sword Domain, the power of his swordsmanship was greatly enhanced; every strike was as sharp as lightning, dazzling to the eyes.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was so formidable, Ao Ming's heart tightened involuntarily. He dared not be the slightest bit careless, immediately gripping the War Blood Halberd tightly with both hands, holding it horizontally across his chest, and assuming a defensive stance.

The moment Ao Ming had positioned the War Blood Halberd, a powerful force surged from within him, transforming into a dense, blood-red mist that completely engulfed his figure.

The next moment, a low Dragon roar was heard from within the blood-red mist, the sound echoing across the ten-thousand-foot-high sky, as if the entire world were trembling because of it.

Following that, a pair of golden vertical pupils filled with majesty and oppression slowly emerged from the blood-red mist, resembling two scorching suns, emitting a heart-stopping light.

Accompanied by the appearance of these golden vertical pupils, a hundred-meter-long Flood Dragon suddenly burst out from the blood mist.

This Flood Dragon had a ferocious face and its entire body was covered in a thick layer of scales, flashing with cold light; its massive body continuously coiled around Feng Qingyang, emitting endless pressure.

Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, fiercely bombarding Ao Ming's true form; every strike contained endless power and momentum, emitting crisp sounds of clashing metal and stone, as if the entire space were trembling.

Facing such fierce attacks from Feng Qingyang, Ao Ming did not retreat; he opened his bloodthirsty maw and suddenly spat out the War Blood Halberd.

The War Blood Halberd was instantly suffused with a layer of blood-red light, which grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a huge blood-colored beam of light that shot straight toward Feng Qingyang.

Ao Ming was also continuously urging the War Blood Halberd, unleashing various killing Divine Abilities.

For a time, blood-colored light splashed everywhere in the sky.

However, Feng Qingyang was not intimidated by this terrifying attack; the long sword in his hand danced continuously, each strike accurately and unerringly slashing at the weak points, breaking them one by one.

Seeing this, Ao Ming did not stop his movements but continued to urge the War Blood Halberd, while simultaneously utilizing his own powerful physical strength to engage in a new round of fierce battle with Feng Qingyang.

In the other battlefields, the Prodigies from the Nine Great Sects, the Great Yan Dynasty, and the Great Chu Dynasty saw Chen Zhiwen appear, and a strange look flashed in the depths of their eyes.

Tang San and the Prodigies from other factions immediately stopped their attacks, wanting to kill Chen Zhiwen.

But because Cang Yao was there, they were unable to shake off their opponent for the time being, and could only pin their hopes of killing Chen Zhiwen on those few Demon Clan Prodigies.