223: Kill

The Emperor of Great Yan’s pupils suddenly constricted.

He mobilized all means, attempting to block the attack.

However, everything, under this assault, under the Dao of Chaos, was suppressed, appearing tiny and powerless.

In an instant, it was all crushed.

Immediately after, half of the Emperor of Great Yan’s body was directly pulverized.

The scent of blood in the air grew even thicker.

Bits of flesh and bone fell to the ground, drawing a scramble from the crowd.

After all, this was a Peak Heavenly God Realm expert.

His flesh and blood were a great tonic for some creatures.

Especially in Demon City, where Yao Race members were numerous, eating human flesh was perfectly normal.

“Ah ah ah!” The Emperor of Great Yan shrieked in terror, roaring to the sky.

He frantically activated a secret technique to mend his injuries.

But how could Wang Dong allow him to recover?

He himself mastered the Kun Peng Precious Technique of extreme speed, and in just an instant, it was as if he had transcended time and space.

He covered an infinite distance with his steps, arriving beside the Emperor of Great Yan.

A black-gold fist directly slammed down, carrying a suffocating and terrifying might.

With a rumble.

The already miserable Emperor of Great Yan was sent flying again by a punch.

Even though his entire body was covered in Imperial Dragon Qi, at this moment, he was still nearly dismembered by a single punch.

His ribs and flesh glowed continuously, and the Dao and patterns inscribed upon them seemed to be peeling off.

Wang Dong stepped forward, continuing his pursuit.

The Dao of Chaos suppressed everything, and golden fists rained down like a torrent.

Boom! Boom!

The Emperor of Great Yan had no power to resist.

A moment later, a Spiritual Qi tide surged between heaven and earth.

The Emperor of Great Yan fell in battle!

Only a blood mist remained between heaven and earth.

Neither his Divine Soul nor his flesh and blood were left behind.

A generation’s Emperor fell in battle, and the Taihuang Sword let out a trembling wail.

Immediately after, this Supreme Emperor Weapon tore through the sky, fleeing towards Zhongzhou.

Amidst the sky-filling blood mist, Wang Dong, in his green robes, was unstained by any blood.

He walked as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard, striking fear into everyone’s hearts.

However, what the crowd couldn’t see were the dozens of shocking wounds already beneath his green robes.

These were inflicted earlier during the battle by the Void Mirror, which shot out beams of nothingness.

Currently, golden saint blood flowed from the wounds, mixed with a trace of black Dao of Chaos, and the black-gold blood exuded a fatal aura.

At this moment, Wang Dong resembled an ancient God of Slaughter, now descended upon the world with earth-shattering killing intent, filling everyone present with immense dread.

No one dared to attack Wang Dong again!

But if they didn't act today, they would still die when he settled accounts later.

The Old Wolf King exerted all his strength, activating a totem secret technique to recover from his injuries.

A vibrant and boundless life force surged through his limbs and bones.

Each time such a secret technique was used, it came with a price.

Whether it was vast magical power or Soul Power, it was a considerable burden for the Old Wolf King.

The same applied to Wang Dong.

Currently, with his body injured, he immediately used the Rebirth through Fire technique.

Vast flames suddenly erupted on his body, then vanished just as quickly.

And the moment the flames disappeared, his entire body returned to its original state.

Of course, no one could use such a Heaven-Defying secret technique an unlimited number of times.

Indeed, even with the Divine Power of the Ancient Sacred Body, he was feeling the strain.

Nevertheless, he still looked at the several Holy Land Masters opposite him with utter composure.

At worst, they would fight until the Demon Domain shattered!

Wang Dong feared no enemy in the world.

The several Holy Land Masters on the opposite side, over countless years, had already reached the pinnacle of insight.

When Wang Dong used this secret technique, they quickly noticed subtle changes that Wang Dong himself hadn’t perceived.

“He can’t use that secret technique many more times; hold on.”

“He will die today!”

“I must fight to the death.”

Everyone saw the tell-tale signs Wang Dong was exhibiting.

Although his injuries seemed to have recovered, a significant portion of his Origin, Divine Power, and even Divine Soul had vanished in a short period.

This secret technique was indeed Heaven-Defying, but the cost was also immense.

The masters of the two Ancient aristocratic families, the Lord of the Nine Li Dynasty, and even that Old Wolf King, each occupied a corner.

Their secret techniques, like a spider web, connected together, sweeping down like an overwhelming tide.

This entire area was sealed off.

They intended for the four of them to combine their strength and exhaust Wang Dong to death here.

They had witnessed the close-quarters combat between the Emperor of Great Yan and Wang Clan.

Although they wanted to rescue him, Wang Dong’s speed was too fast; they simply couldn’t react in time.

It was precisely because they feared Wang Dong’s close-quarters combat, and the terrifying close-range suppressive power brought by the Ancient Sacred Body, that they could only adopt this method.

They forced Wang Dong into a long-range war of attrition with them.

At the same time, some Grand Elders of Holy Lands still hadn’t recovered from the shock of the Imperial Dynasty’s Emperor’s demise.

That was the Emperor of Great Yan!

A Peak Heavenly God Realm expert, ruling an Ancient Dynasty, an ultimate and Supreme existence.

He even wielded the Supreme Emperor Weapon, the Taihuang Sword, how spirited and arrogant he was, believing himself invincible.

Yet, such an existence was directly blown apart by Wang Dong in a short time.

The falling fragments were eagerly devoured by the Yao Race below; how shocking was this scene?

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their eyes filled with terror.

If even such a powerful being was blown apart, did it mean that for Wang Dong, minor figures like them, in the fifth or sixth Heaven of the Heavenly God Realm, were just cannon fodder that could be annihilated with a single punch!?

By now, they no longer had the confidence they had when they first set out.

Instead, they didn’t even dare to wander nearby to provide auxiliary support.

They feared that the Kun Peng Precious Technique would bring Wang Dong to their side in an instant, and no one present could withstand that death-filled punch.

In a short time, many thoughts churned in the minds of the various Holy Land Masters.

Ultimately, as if by unspoken agreement, they all transformed into streaks of light, fleeing towards the distant horizon.

Even the Emperor of Great Yan had fallen; if they continued, they too would die.

When would the Saints emerge?

By then, they would all be long dead.

Their respective Dao lineages would likely be completely devoured by others.

The best plan at this moment was to retreat.

Even if Wang Dong came to settle accounts later, at worst, it would be a life for a life.

It was better to relocate and move their entire sect than to have their Dao lineage directly annihilated.

Every Holy Land Master understood this intention.

And what allowed them to definitively make such a decision was the escape of the first person.

Under the effects of panic and herd mentality, everyone began to retreat.

These Supreme experts of the Heavenly God Realm were unwilling to participate in the battle again.

At this moment, they didn’t even dare to look at that figure.

Who claims to be invincible? Who dares to say they cannot be defeated?!

One mountain is higher than the next.

This should have been a profound maxim.

But at this moment, they had an answer in their hearts.

Wang Dong, in this era, could indeed be called invincible! And he dared to say he could not be defeated!