363: Fighting

“They’re crazy! Even their Clan Chief, who was said to be invincible, has already been suppressed and refined, let alone these small fries?”

Everyone couldn’t help but mock them.

Even the God King’s expression was grim.

“Ant, I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. Since that’s the case, I’ll send you to eternal damnation in endless Hell.”

As his words fell, a colossal Aura spread from his body.

Divine laws covered the starry sky.

The God Emperor Sword streaked across the Void Realm, and a terrifying blow slammed towards Wang Jiayao.

He was already a God King, and with the Supreme Emperor Weapon in hand, he still had a free hand.

With this strike, the Void Realm trembled, and the starry sky overturned.

It was just like his past battle with Wang Dong, although Wang Jiayao was not regarded as an opponent in his eyes.

However, those who offended Divine Might deserved to be executed.

With a rumble.

The Void Realm instantly collapsed, as if this strike had pierced through eternity! Countless Cultivators and Saints watching the battle felt their eardrums burst in an instant.

Just a glance at the sword light caused blood to flow from their eyes; its sharpness was unstoppable.

Instantly, Wang Jiayao felt a chill run through her body.

The shadow of death enveloped her.

There was no escaping, no dodging.

This was a fatal blow.

Even if her Purple Sun Divine Body underwent extreme sublimation, she would still surely die at this moment.

It was as if everything between heaven and earth had been forbidden.

The remaining four Quasi-Emperors watched this scene coldly, even with a hint of interest.

How could these youngsters understand the difference between a Great Saint and a Quasi-Emperor?

Did they really think everyone was Wang Dong?

That was the only anomaly born in this era.

Perhaps his direct descendant could catch up to a certain extent.

But for any young Supreme to even dream of standing alongside them in the world?

The might of a Quasi-Emperor was not to be insulted.

And it was at this moment that Wang Ming stepped forward.

A heaven-reaching Aura erupted from him, and an intensely powerful saint blood permeated the heavens.

His entire body was covered in azure-gold Dragon scales, and then he met the sword light with a single punch!

All was silent between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it was as if everything was forbidden.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking towards the center of the battlefield.

Boom! Boom!

Earth-shattering explosions came from the center of the battlefield.

The starry sky trembled continuously, and waves of energy spread from afar.

Their eyes were already bleeding, but they all activated defensive secret arts, still watching intently.

They didn’t want to miss this world-shaking battle.

Everyone was somewhat curious.

His father, Wang Dong, had fought across the starry sky and remained invincible to this day.

Although he was now refined and suppressed, his power was undeniable.

Could his direct descendant also reach such a height?

Although this felt somewhat fantastical.

After all, how could a powerful Cultivator in the Great Saint Realm contend with a Quasi-Emperor?

But the precedent of Wang Dong was right there.

The Chaos Holy Body was invincible in its conquests across the starry sky.

Even in the Great Saint Realm, it could defeat a Quasi-Emperor.

Who could say that Wang Ming couldn’t do it?

As the smoke cleared.

The scene at the center of the battlefield was also revealed to everyone’s sight.

Everyone couldn’t help but show a look of shock.

He actually succeeded!

Indeed, like father, like son.

Wang Ming stood above the starry sky, his white robes fluttering loudly.

At first glance, he looked like an immortal descending to the mortal world; even after facing a Quasi-Emperor’s resentful strike, he showed no signs of distress.

He blocked it!

This scene made countless people tremble.

Undoubtedly, Wang Ming also possessed Quasi-Emperor level combat power.

Two Prodigies, unique throughout eternity, appeared this year.

Even those who had been Supreme for ten generations and stood at the pinnacle of Prodigies.

Seemed not as dazzling as this one before them.

His bone age was even younger than Wang Dong’s.

Born a Saint, he now displayed an invincible demeanor.

The God King also couldn’t help but feel a shock in his heart.

Damn it!

What exactly is the Wang family?

Why do such monsters appear one after another!?

One Wang Dong was enough to trouble him.

He even feared that he would grow up and destroy the God Race.

Now, Wang Ming’s existence made her somewhat regretful.

However, since things had already happened, he could only face them and resolve them.

Disregarding the dignity of a Quasi-Emperor, he erupted with overwhelming divine laws, disappearing into the starry sky the next moment.

When he reappeared, he was already near Wang Ming.

He unleashed a punch, carrying monstrous Shenhua, like a war god descending upon the world, unstoppable in a trance.

Wang Ming’s expression remained fearless.

The Qi and blood of the Ancient Sacred Body erupted, and the azure-gold Dragon scales on his body had not receded.

He engaged in a world-shaking battle with the God King.

Boom! Boom!

The starry sky trembled continuously, and the sound of vibrations was incessant.

With each exchange between the two, divine blood and saint blood continuously fell.

The divine brilliance lingering on them made countless people drool, yet no one dared to step forward.

An unbelievable scene was unfolding before their eyes.

A Great Saint body fighting a Quasi-Emperor.

Looking back, perhaps this was only the second person to do so.

Just at this moment.

Overlord Cang, of the Heavenly Tyrant Body, suddenly spoke.

“God King, let me handle this. I haven’t bathed in saint blood yet, so let me eliminate this little beast.”

As his words fell, he joined the battlefield.

His purple divine fist dominated heaven and earth; his physical body seemed to possess a stronger mastery than the God King’s.

With just one punch, he sent Wang Ming flying hundreds of thousands of miles.

The God King’s eyes slightly chilled, but he didn’t say much, instead retreating.

The Ancient Sacred Body lineage and the Heavenly Tyrant Body lineage were sworn enemies.

He could understand the Heavenly Tyrant Body’s actions.

However… the God King looked at the remaining people, his eyes growing colder.

“Everyone must die! If you don’t cut the grass by the roots, it will grow back with the spring breeze.”

The large hand condensed from Shenhua directly slapped towards the crowd.

Without Wang Ming, he didn’t believe these people could still resist him?

Just at this moment.

Wang Gou suddenly stepped forward.

He drew a half-circle with the ruler in his hand.

He chanted softly.

“Junior Brother, avoid arrogance and impetuosity, avoid martial prowess!”

Instantly, the heaven-reaching large hand, with its astonishing Aura, vanished without a trace.

However, immediately after, Wang Gou spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

It was still a bit too strenuous.

He was not Wang Ming, who possessed a unique Physique and astonishing combat power in this regard.

Although his strength was extraordinary, his understanding of the Dao was ultimately a step weaker.

Forcibly erasing the God King’s attack caused him some Dao injuries.

Dao injuries, for anyone, were unbearable wounds.

It was even possible that their Dao would be severed thereafter.

But Wang Gou had no such worries.

The System had a way to heal it, so he wasn’t concerned about that.

Instead, he looked at the God King.

“Release the Clan Chief, otherwise, if I’m forced to act, I will sacrifice everything to erase this entire timeline.”

His voice boomed.

Although his body was too small compared to the God King.

He spoke these words with great confidence.

Making people shiver involuntarily.

“What was he just saying? Erase this entire timeline? What a joke? How could a mere Great Saint achieve this?”