303: Hunt

A Quasi-Emperor expert can already contend with a Supreme Emperor Weapon.

Of course, the premise is that the one wielding the Supreme Emperor Weapon is not a Great Emperor or a Quasi-Emperor.

Otherwise, it would be quite strenuous, and there's even a possibility of injury.

At the same time.

Changlang Ancient Star.

This is the 27th stage of the Starry Sky Ancient Road.

Those who embarked on the Starry Sky Ancient Road with Wang Ming naturally couldn't reach this extremely prosperous place at this moment.

However, some local natives suddenly saw a young man covered in blood, with purple hair, galloping towards the city that day.

Initially, they thought he was a trial-taker from the Starry Sky Ancient Road who had been severely injured, and in his panic, he had fled to the 27th city, intending to recuperate.

But when they clearly saw that figure,

Everyone gasped in shock.

“Did I see that right? That person is the Hegemon, the true Hegemon of the Starry Sky Ancient Road! He's actually in such a sorry state now. From his appearance, it seems he's fleeing. Could it be that someone is chasing him?”

“He's already so terrifying, with no rivals among his generation. The older generation of experts, deterred by the reputation of a Major Achievement Heavenly Tyrant Body, shouldn't move against him. So who could be chasing him?”

Everyone was profoundly shocked.

The Hegemon's reputation on the Starry Sky Ancient Road had been too overwhelming during this period.

He overshadowed the entire Universe and galaxy, so much so that, apart from a few top Prodigies, no one was worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him.

Yet, such a supreme existence was in such a sorry state at this moment.

Everyone couldn't help but draw closer.

Then, they could hear his roars.

“Wang Ming, I will kill you!”

“Only by bathing in holy blood can this disgrace be washed away.”

The Hegemon's eyes were crimson, his expression incomparably ferocious, and his low roars were incessant.

Everyone couldn't help but be startled.

This seemed to be about a young man named Wang Ming chasing him.

But who was Wang Ming?

The fame of the Endless Sea had not yet reached here.

They didn't know about Wang Dong.

Moreover, there were no trial-takers from the Starry Sky Ancient Road in this city, so these things could only be revealed after someone arrived here to explain them.

But at this moment.

A figure chased after him.

“If you kill me, you will surely die today.”

Wang Ming stood with his hands clasped, but his body moved like a phantom, constantly closing in on him.

His speed grew faster and faster, relentlessly pursuing without the slightest pause.

The Hegemon, terrified, frantically increased his speed.

The Tyrant Body's essence blood throughout his body was burning.

He had never been in such a sorry state. To be precise, he had never experienced such a defeat.

No one in his generation had been able to achieve this.

He was completely crushed in the Physical Body, magical arts, and the Dao Domain.

Is this person a monster?

Even with his self-confidence, he couldn't help but have such a thought.

Who could defeat such a Wang Ming?

Even those from the God Race seemed incapable.

The Hegemon listed all the sufficiently powerful Prodigies he knew in his mind.

Yet, he couldn't think of anyone who could contend with Wang Ming.

His heart was filled with despair.

He couldn't help but speed up a little more.

Flee!

He must flee!

If he didn't flee, he would surely die.

If that Garrison Commander hadn't helped him block Wang Ming for a moment, he would have already died by Wang Ming's sword.

But now, he saw himself about to be caught. If he didn't speed up, it would be a certain death situation.

If he didn't fight with his life, there would be no chance.

A purple hue lingered around his body; this was the color of his blood.

He had already used his most desperate escape secret technique.

At this moment, his Dao Heart had been shattered and he was scared out of his wits.

He couldn't even conjure the slightest thought of contending with Wang Ming again.

All his thoughts in his mind converged into one word.

Flee!

Especially when he saw that Wang Ming was still holding a Supreme Emperor Weapon, his entire being was even more terrified.

Wang Ming, however, pursued relentlessly.

Seeing the Hegemon speed up, he couldn't help but chuckle.

“Perhaps he thinks he can escape to heaven?”

He saw his figure flash, transforming into the Kunpeng Divine Form, soaring and flapping its wings for ninety thousand miles.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up.

His left hand, wielding the Battle Saint Fist, directly smashed towards the Hegemon's back.

With a rumble.

This punch tore through the Void Realm.

Wherever it passed, chaotic currents filled the Void Realm, blood Qi surged, and ten thousand Daos roared.

An overwhelmingly powerful punch.

It seemed no one could stop it.

The Hegemon had no defense.

A single punch directly struck his back.

Pfft!

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and the Hegemon screamed, his body sent flying.

All the bones in the struck area were broken, and purple blood splattered wildly in the sky.

Each drop represented the Hegemon's essence blood, and the Shenhua contained within it was a treasure for countless people.

But at this moment, it was being wasted so wantonly.

However, no one dared to harbor the slightest thought of snatching it.

They just watched the scene in the sky, trembling slightly.

It was indeed the Hegemon being chased.

And the young man named Wang Ming behind him seemed much younger than they had imagined.

He looked to be only about ten years old.

Ten years old! A Saint?

Chasing the Hegemon.

These four words, put together, made them unable to comprehend what kind of Heaven-Defying existence could achieve this?

Is he going to become an Emperor?

Throughout history, with heroes washed away by the waves, no one, no Prodigy, had ever been so terrifying.

Even the fastest to become an Emperor, Emperor Wushi,

Did not seem to possess such terrifying cultivation Realm and combat power at the age of ten.

This young man today seemed to have suppressed all contemporary rivals throughout ancient and future times.

No one could contend with him.

The Hegemon sensed the crisis of death.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, steadied his body slightly, and continued to accelerate, fleeing into the distance.

Wang Ming unhurriedly pursued him from behind.

With a wave of his hand, he collected the Heavenly Tyrant Body's essence blood and continued the chase.

It was a slow, meticulous process.

He was not in a hurry to kill the Tyrant Body.

The fundamental goal was to shatter his Dao Heart and deduce the Taiyin Holy Scripture from his blood using the Chaos Origin.

As for his head, it wouldn't be too late to take it whenever.

In Wang Ming's eyes, even if the Heavenly Tyrant Body was given another year, two years, or several years.

Even if he was given endless years to catch up, Wang Ming still had the confidence to stay ahead of him, until he was out of sight.

Wang Ming caught up again.

As if toying with him, he unleashed another punch.

The golden fist pierced through the Void Realm, smashing onto the purple figure, causing streaks of purple blood to drip down.

Wang Ming collected it while continuing to attack.

Once his injuries recovered a little, another punch was thrown.

In such a playful manner, this once arrogant and incredibly powerful Heavenly Tyrant Body, this Hegemon who had dominated the world, felt a sense of despair rising in his heart.

Should he turn back and fight to the death?

As soon as he thought of the scene where he was beaten, he couldn't help but dismiss this idea.

Moreover, he still possessed a Supreme Emperor Weapon now.

He had no chance of winning to begin with; turning back meant death.