439: Two Imperial Princes

In the desolate sea, a terrifying wave exploded, and as far as the eye could see, there were only floating corpses.

At this moment, if there were Cultivators from the Inner Sea here, they would probably be shocked beyond words.

This sea area, about half a day's journey from Holy Heaven City, was not too far, but it was already a gathering place for the Deep Sea Race, and ordinary Cultivators would not come to such a desolate sea.

Even Holy Heaven City would not pay too much attention to such a desolate sea.

Who would run to such a gathering place for the Deep Sea Race for no reason?

And at this time, the bodies floating on this sea were all from the Deep Sea Race.

Some were as massive as mountains, some were as swift as shuttles, and some resembled ancient Dragon remnants, each corpse exuding an astonishing Qi.

Judging by the Cultivator's Realm, they were all at least in the Soul Palace Realm, with the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm being the most common, and some of the corpses' Qi had even reached the Golden Body Realm!

Such a terrifying gathering place for the Deep Sea Race was now utterly silent!

To achieve this, at least a Cultivator in the Golden Body Realm was needed, and their strength could not be too low.

At this moment, two figures stood above this sea.

One was tall and slender, with fair skin, and on his handsome face, half was covered by a strange rune. The rune resembled a Dragon or a flood Dragon, emitting a faint glow, as if it were about to come alive.

He wore a brocade robe, appearing solemn and imposing, and his entire body exuded an abyssal pressure, enveloping this entire sea.

The other was as burly as a mountain, with muscles intricately intertwined like coiling Dragons, and invisible flames surrounded his body, as if he were a barbaric Vicious Beast that had emerged from a volcano!

"Sikong Wuji, a millennium has passed, and your cultivation has not disappointed me."

The man, like a barbaric Dragon, spoke.

His voice was loud and resonant, causing the surging waves in the sea to constantly ripple.

His name, whether among the Four Domains Immortal Great Sects or in this Inner Sea, was incomparably renowned.

Just like Sikong Wuji, the Emperor's Companion of Hunyuan Immortal Palace, he came from the Eastern Extreme Divine Cult!

He achieved the position of Emperor's Companion with Sikong Wuji a millennium ago.

The two were similar in age and strength, both Emperor's Companions, and had been rivals a millennium ago, pushing through the Saints of various Immortal Great Sects.

Both originating from Immortal Great Sects, they should have cherished each other.

But in reality, everyone knew this was impossible!

Even if they were once as close as siblings, after becoming Emperor's Companions, there would be no such thing as affection.

Their only purpose was to become the Imperial Son!

To defeat all opponents, no matter the method or means, the ultimate goal was to stand at the highest position.

Only by becoming the Imperial Son could one look down upon all living beings!

Sikong Wuji looked at Nangong Shang indifferently, the expression in his eyes unchanged.

For a millennium, they had each cultivated in seclusion, not appearing before others until recently.

They were already prepared to face their old rival.

"Nangong Shang, your progress is also good; it seems you have fully absorbed the divine medicine from back then."

"You came to the Inner Sea also for that ethereal so-called Dragon Soul, didn't you?"

Sikong Wuji said faintly.

No one knew when the rumors of the Dragon Soul began; they only knew that in the Dragon Tomb, there was still a Dragon Soul that, though dead, was not yet stiff.

Once such a Divine Soul was obtained, it would undoubtedly be a great tonic for Cultivators.

Nangong Shang and Sikong Wuji needed such ancient treasures to pursue higher Realms.

A Dragon Soul, who wouldn't want it?

"Hahaha... Ethereal? If it's ethereal, then why are you here?"

Nangong Shang was not to be trifled with; facing his old rival, he retorted without ceremony.

He simply wouldn't take such meaningless words to heart.

Everyone was smart; anyone who took it seriously would be a fool.

"We're the same; whether it's true or false, we still have to take a look."

Sikong Wuji said indifferently.

"Alright, I'm not here to listen to your nonsense."

"How about it, do you still want to fight?"

The two Emperor's Companions had fought again after a millennium, primarily to test each other's strength.

If anyone had fallen behind, something big might happen today.

Both Sikong Wuji and Nangong Shang were trying every means to kill their opponent.

Naturally, they wouldn't miss the best opportunity.

However, in this great battle, they had already annihilated a Deep Sea Race, but there was no sign of a victor, indicating that their strengths were still evenly matched.

In their hearts, neither had the desire to continue.

"No more fighting."

"Your Barbarian Dragon Battle Body has reached an extremely high Realm; it won't be easy to break through it, so I'll save my strength."

"I didn't come here for you this time."

Sikong Wuji waved his hand, speaking with a hint of helplessness.

If it were anyone else, they might have believed him.

But Nangong Shang wouldn't believe his nonsense.

As Emperor's Companions, both had their trump cards and wouldn't reveal them before a life-and-death battle.

When it truly came to that point, they certainly wouldn't hold back.

Nangong Shang wouldn't expose it either; there was no point in exposing something they both knew.

"Your Divine Soul Purgatory is no less impressive; if I get the chance, I will personally break it."

"Rather than fighting to the death with you here, it's better to go to Holy Heaven City and kill that guy!"

Nangong Shang was not a reckless man; he was very familiar with such mutual flattery.

However, their objective in coming here was surprisingly consistent.

Both came for Shen Tianxing!

"Shen Tianxing? A seventeen-year-old expert in the Golden Body Realm. Yesterday, I saw him in action, cutting down seventeen experts of Golden Body Realm Fourth Layer with one saber strike. This person's potential is boundless!"

Sikong Wuji had indeed arrived early, and so had Nangong Shang.

A day ago, Shen Tianxing killed seventeen Golden Body Realm Cultivators, and also forced Li Qingsang, Luo Tiansu, and the Sect Masters of the Six Mansions and Twelve Caves to retreat.

Such capability was enough for them to glimpse some of Shen Tianxing's confidence.

"He is at least at the Peak of Golden Body Realm Sixth Layer, or even higher!"

"The most important thing is that he is only seventeen years old. If he is given more time, or if he is courted by the Heavenly Maiden Palace and other Sects, then we two will truly have another opponent."

"The time for the Contest of the Imperial Son is not far off; Shen Tianxing must die!"

Nangong Shang's words already showed his apprehension towards Shen Tianxing.

Sikong Wuji, needless to say, felt the same, otherwise he wouldn't have left the Dragon Tomb specifically to come here.

Sikong Wuji's eyes flickered, and he said, "Holy Heaven City is his territory. We don't know his true strength, so dealing with him here is not a wise move."

"If we lead him to the Dragon Tomb, perhaps we won't even need to act ourselves."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Shang immediately understood.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; if there truly is a Dragon Soul in that great tomb, then why not?"

"Then it's a deal."

The two Emperor's Companions silently decided Shen Tianxing's fate here, while the Cultivators still waiting for their appearance were completely unaware that their expectations had quietly vanished.