97: success

However, Wang Dong showed no intention of fighting back.

He merely gripped Long Tian's head tightly with his left hand.

The Qi and blood on his body solidified further, clashing with his opponent's offensive.

"Boom!"

"Rumble!"

The roaring tremors echoed back and forth in the Void Realm.

In the blink of an eye.

The two collided dozens of times.

With each collision, Long Tian's Qi and blood would momentarily stagnate.

In the final collision, Long Tian was directly sent flying hundreds of meters by Wang Dong.

This was intentional on Wang Dong's part.

The aftershocks of their battle were immense, and a moment of carelessness could affect innocent bystanders.

The Wang Family Territory no longer had its Sect Protecting Array.

It couldn't withstand such turmoil.

At this moment, the Old Ancestor Long's heart had sunk to rock bottom.

This youngster, not yet at the Divine Fire Realm, already possessed such formidable strength.

If he didn't go all out, he might suffer a huge setback today.

All this time, he had believed that someone else had killed Long Aotian.

So he had been on guard against another Divine Fire Realm expert from the Wang Family.

But looking at it now, it seemed there was only this one junior.

After understanding the situation clearly.

Long Tian no longer held back.

The full power of a Divine Fire Realm Cultivator erupted.

Profound runes condensed between his hands, drawing upon the Great Dao, unleashing streaks of profound divine light.

Like a tide, wave after wave, they surged in all directions.

This was the Tidal Dao he had comprehended; the tidal fluctuations could be infinitely superimposed, each strike more powerful than the last, with astonishing might.

With a loud boom.

Wang Dong was unprepared and, upon initial contact, felt a surging power, his body involuntarily pushed back several meters.

But Long Tian was not doing well either.

After being sent flying by Wang Dong earlier, his entire chest had caved in, appearing bruised and black.

Where he had made contact with Wang Dong, a large handprint was clearly visible.

One could imagine that if he hadn't gone all out, Wang Dong's pursuit might have directly pierced him.

This was enough to show the power of Wang Dong's punch.

"Junior, you truly surprise me, but this is as far as you go."

Long Tian, having succeeded with one strike, regained some confidence.

Ultimately, Wang Dong was merely a Cultivator at the third heaven of the Dharma Aspect Realm.

He was a Venerable of the Divine Fire Realm.

The chasm between them was like heaven and earth.

How could it be easily crossed?

His aura surged again in an instant.

His hunched body continuously burst forth with dazzling light, his Qi and blood surging, almost recovering to their Peak.

"This is as far as I go? Watch me take your head."

Wang Dong was undaunted, his voice rumbling.

His entire body was enveloped in a bloody glow, his Qi and blood sublimating to their extreme.

He seemed to transform into a battle immortal, with immense momentum in every move.

The Zhe-character Secret was fully activated, mysterious runes covering his entire body.

He pressed down towards the Old Ancestor Long.

Rumble, rumble.

Once again, the two figures collided.

Terrifying aftershocks stirred up layers of Qi waves, the firmament changed color, and the Great Dao roared.

Endless tides swept across heaven and earth, with boundless Divine Might.

The true meaning of the Five Elements evolved into Chaos, as if to reopen heaven and earth, recreating earth, fire, water, and wind.

Infinite divine light permeated, and the battlefield was riddled with holes.

Mountains were leveled, rivers flowed backward, and great rivers were cut off.

It was like battle gods clashing, heaven and earth mourning together.

At the height of the battle, the light on Wang Dong's body grew even more dazzling.

The Zhe-character Secret evolved on its own, allowing him to fully recover in the blink of an eye, even when exchanging injuries.

However, the Old Ancestor Long's Qi and blood were in decline; even if he briefly recovered to his Peak, he gradually fell into a disadvantage as time went on.

"I refuse!"

Long Tian roared.

Behind him, a tidal phenomenon unfolded, with waves thousands of feet high, as if to annihilate everything.

And Wang Dong, amidst the tide, was like a lone boat in the night, constantly at risk of being submerged.

Yet, his expression remained unchanged.

Behind him, a golden ocean suddenly appeared, with a golden lotus shining brightly.

"What is this? The ancient phenomenon Planting Golden Lotus in the Sea of Suffering?"

Long Tian's expression suddenly changed, filled with extreme horror.

In his haste, he condensed his Tidal Dao, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

But the next moment, another phenomenon appeared behind Wang Dong.

A boundless sea of Chaos suddenly emerged, obscuring half the sky.

A green lotus, lifelike, floated on the surface of the sea.

Planting Azure Lotus in Chaos!

This was another ancient phenomenon.

Long Tian's face turned ashen.

One Dao was already difficult for him to resist.

Now there were two, almost splitting the entire firmament into two, turning it golden and green.

Rumble, rumble.

In an instant, two completely different forces collided.

The momentum was vast.

But it didn't last long.

The azure waves and surging tides condensed by Long Tian retreated steadily.

They disappeared from the world at a visible speed.

What? The solidified Chaos was not an illusion.

"How is this possible?"

Long Tian looked up, his mind shaken; the overwhelming sea of Chaos seemed capable of suppressing all living beings.

It actually made his Dao seed wail.

Could this truly be the Sea of Chaos?

Such power could not be manifested without the power of Origin.

"Are you a Saint Body?"

Long Tian, having lived for a thousand years, possessed extraordinary insight and immediately thought of this possibility.

A Saint Body's Qi and blood were abundant, and its Origin could be deduced.

There was no other explanation.

Wang Dong remained expressionless.

He merely continuously intertwined his hands, casting out spiritual incantations.

He suddenly pressed down towards the earth.

Boom!

The phenomenon descended.

Long Tian coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

His bones crackled like popping beans, and blood seeped from every pore, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

The divine light within him grew even dimmer.

As if it could extinguish at any moment.

"Die!"

Wang Dong said indifferently.

Then he pressed down with his large hand, and a Dragon-shaped phantom appeared.

Like a fleeting streak of light.

Ah!

Long Tian screamed, roaring unwillingly.

He stood up to face the enemy again.

Swoosh! A golden light streaked past.

Half an arm and a head fell to the ground.

Blood spurted wildly from his neck, and the air was filled with a bloody stench.

Wang Dong glanced out of the corner of his eye at the unwilling head.

His expression was very calm as he unleashed a divine light.

He directly blasted the mutilated corpse into a mist of blood.

Then he rose and headed towards the Wang Family Territory.

A few breaths later.

The blood-stained figure appeared on the main Peak.

At the same time, a Divine Thought was transmitted.

"It's nothing, everyone continue to Cultivate."

All the Wang Family Members were stunned, the silence so profound that a pin could be heard dropping.

A moment later, cheers erupted one after another.

"We won!"

"The Clan Chief is invincible!"

"The Clan Chief is mighty."

"Oh my god! That was a Venerable of the Divine Fire Realm just now, and he was killed so quickly, it's simply unbelievable."

"I truly don't know what terrifying Realm the Clan Chief's actions have reached, to be able to slaughter a god."

"The Clan Chief is mighty."

The Family Members cheered non-stop, filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Many younger generations felt an even stronger sense of reverence and admiration in their hearts.

They resolved to work hard and Cultivate diligently.