521: Zhang Ning Qiancheng VS Constantine

"What!"

The Eleventh Seat's pupils contracted. The opponent had just broken through, yet not only had he mastered the power of the Domain, but he could also unleash such might.

Only the Dream Master's expression remained unchanged. Although he had broken through to the King Realm earlier, he was not suited for combat.

And the Corpse Ancestor Ning Qiancheng's sequence before him was clearly a combat sequence, his strength not to be underestimated.

"Corpse Ancestor, I not only saved that General Jiang Chen under your command, but I also blocked them for you. You owe me a favor."

The Dream Master looked at Ning Qiancheng with interest, then surprisingly withdrew directly from the battlefield, flashing to a distance and watching quietly.

"I won't participate in the rest of the battle. I'll leave it to you."

Ning Qiancheng heard this and glanced at the Dream Master. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

"Okay!"

With that, Ning Qiancheng's body slightly gathered strength. The next moment, he suddenly erupted, moving so fast that his trace was completely undetectable.

But the three Knights of the Round Table all felt their pupils shrink, followed by a chill down their spines.

Ning Qiancheng's speed was as fast as lightning, instantly closing in on the three Knights of the Round Table.

His figure left an afterimage in the air, as if space itself had been torn apart.

Although the three Knights were all King Realm Experts, under Ning Qiancheng's terrifying pressure, a hint of coldness couldn't help but arise in their hearts.

"Be careful!"

The Tenth Seat roared, and the three quickly stood back to back, each gripping the greatsword in his hand, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

However, Ning Qiancheng's speed far exceeded their imagination.

His figure appeared like a ghost beside the Eleventh Seat, unleashing a punch. The punch carried a fierce corpse-killing aura, directly hitting the opponent's chest.

The Eleventh Seat reacted extremely quickly, blocking his chest with his greatsword, taking the punch head-on.

However, Ning Qiancheng's strength far surpassed his expectation. The force of the punch went through the greatsword, causing a sharp pain in his chest, and he flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Eleven!"

The Tenth Seat and the Twelfth Seat exclaimed simultaneously, a trace of panic flashing in their eyes.

Ning Qiancheng gave them no chance to breathe. His figure flickered, appearing once again in front of the Twelfth Seat.

His hand gripped the opponent's greatsword like an iron clamp. The corpse-killing aura spread along the sword, instantly corroding the Twelfth Seat's arm.

"Ah!"

The Twelfth Seat let out a scream, the flesh on his arm quickly decaying, exposing the bare white bone.

He quickly released the greatsword, retreated several steps, his face as pale as paper.

"Twelve!" The Tenth Seat roared, swinging his greatsword. The sword light was like a rainbow, slashing directly towards Ning Qiancheng's head.

Ning Qiancheng sneered, raising his hand and grasping the sharp blade head-on.

His palm was cut by the blade, a trace of blood flowing down the sword, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he pulled hard, dragging the Tenth Seat towards himself.

"Die."

Ning Qiancheng's voice was cold and emotionless. He unleashed a punch, hitting the Tenth Seat squarely in the abdomen.

"Puff!" The Tenth Seat spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground, unable to stand up again.

In just a few breaths, the three Knights of the Round Table were heavily injured and lying on the ground, completely defenseless.

The Dream Master in the distance saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, followed by a meaningful smile: "As expected of the Corpse Ancestor, his reputation is well-deserved."

Ning Qiancheng ignored the Dream Master and walked slowly towards the three fallen Knights.

His gaze was cold, as if looking at three corpses.

"You shouldn't have provoked me."

Ning Qiancheng's voice was low, carrying endless killing intent.

"Corpse Ancestor, do you know how many people you and your four great zombie kings have harmed? How many families have you destroyed? You are a devil."

The Tenth Seat struggled to raise his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still held an unyielding light.

"For the Great Eagle Country... we... die without regret!"

Ning Qiancheng sneered, raising his foot, preparing to deliver the final blow.

However, at this moment, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.

A golden light descended from the sky, striking directly at Ning Qiancheng.

Ning Qiancheng frowned, quickly retreated, and avoided the blow.

He looked up at the sky and saw a figure slowly descending, radiating a powerful pressure.

"Lord Constantine!"

The three Knights of the Round Table saw the newcomer, and hope instantly ignited in their eyes.

The newcomer was precisely one of the three top experts of the Great Eagle Country - Constantine, and also the leader of the Great Eagle Country's Military Department.

He was clad in golden armor, holding a golden spear, his gaze like a torch, looking directly at Ning Qiancheng.

"Corpse Ancestor, your arrogance ends here."

Constantine's voice resounded like thunder throughout the heavens and earth.

Ning Qiancheng's expression was solemn. He could feel that the opponent's strength far surpassed that of the three Knights of the Round Table, and might even be stronger than him.

"Constantine..."

Ning Qiancheng softly uttered the name, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

Constantine wasted no words. He abruptly swung his spear, and a golden spear light cut through the sky, pressing directly towards Ning Qiancheng.

Ning Qiancheng dared not be careless. The corpse-killing aura in his body instantly erupted, transforming into a black barrier, blocking in front of him.

"Boom!"

The spear light collided with the barrier, producing a deafening roar.

The energy aftermath scattered, tearing the surrounding ground, uprooting trees, and the entire battlefield instantly became a mess.

Ning Qiancheng was shaken back several steps by this blow, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Constantine, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"Indeed, very strong..."

Ning Qiancheng muttered softly, then revealed a cold smile, "However, that's what makes it interesting."

The next moment, Ning Qiancheng's figure disappeared from his original spot again, transforming into a crimson-gold lightning bolt, rushing directly at Constantine.

Constantine snorted coldly, swinging his spear. Golden spear light poured down like a rainstorm, enveloping Ning Qiancheng's figure.

The battle between the two instantly entered a white-hot stage, and the entire world seemed to tremble in their confrontation.

The Dream Master in the distance watched all this quietly, the corner of his mouth slightly turned up, muttering to himself.

"This battle is truly getting more and more interesting..."

In the center of the battlefield, the battle between Ning Qiancheng and Constantine became increasingly intense.

Each collision between the two caused the heavens and earth to shake, as if they were about to completely tear apart this space.

"Corpse Ancestor, your strength indeed exceeds my expectations." Constantine said coldly, "But this is as far as it goes. Die!"

Ning Qiancheng sneered, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes: "Then let's see!"

The next moment, his body suddenly expanded, the corpse-killing aura erupting like a volcano, transforming into a giant crimson-gold beast, opening its bloody maw, and rushing directly at Constantine.

Constantine's expression remained unchanged. He thrust his spear forward abruptly, and the golden light condensed into a giant beam of light, striking directly at the crimson-gold beast.

"Boom!"