474: Chapter 475 Fist Shakes Nine Golden Dragons! What do you think you are?

The golden war chariot hovered in the Void Realm, radiating a dazzling golden light.

Nine golden dragons, each a thousand feet long, wove through the clouds and mist. Their thick bodies were covered in hard, palm-sized scales, and with every breath, they exhaled scorching golden flames.

The First Prince, Long Zhan, stood at the front of the war chariot, his golden robe embroidered with nine dragons flapping violently in the fierce wind. He looked down upon Su Yang from above, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance.

Behind Long Zhan, over a hundred Heavenly Extreme Guards clad in golden armor stood in neat Formation, holding sharp spears. The pressure radiating from this group converged, sealing off all escape routes.

Beside Su Yang, Bai Li was gently fanning herself with a white jade round fan. She had changed into a form-fitting light purple dress, her full, mature curves stretching the fabric taut. After her Breakthrough to the Void Refinement Stage, the noble temperament belonging to the Nine-Tailed Fox Emperor was even more pronounced in her. As her purple eyes shifted, they carried an indescribable charm and majesty.

Chu Ling stood silently on Su Yang's left. She wore an ice-blue dress and held the three-foot-long dark gold divine sword that had just recognized her as its master. Her damp long hair had been dried by her True Qi and cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, making her appear cold and aloof.

Luo Qingyao and Qin Xueji, who had previously been nourished by Su Yang in the temple, now followed obediently in the back, their eyes filled with submission and reliance as they looked at Su Yang.

Four stunning beauties, each with her own unique charm, gathered together, making this ruin appear somewhat surreal.

Long Zhan's gaze swept over Bai Li and Chu Ling, the greed in his eyes becoming even more undisguised.

"What good fortune. A Human Race from the Lower Realm, yet you have so many stunning women serving you." Long Zhan's voice was like thunder, reverberating through the Void Realm. "However, once I, Your Highness, kill you, these women and the treasures here will all belong to me."

Su Yang had his hands in his casual trouser pockets. He looked up at the behemoth in the sky and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"You want my things, and you also want my women?" Su Yang chuckled. "What are you? A worm with nine heads, yet you dare to bark before me?"

"Audacious scoundrel!"

Beside Long Zhan, a Heavenly Extreme Guard commander at the Soul Transformation Stage Perfection stepped forward and shouted sternly, "The First Prince is the future Dominator of the Heavenly Extreme Imperial Dynasty. You, a piece of trash at the Soul Transformation Stage, dare to be disrespectful to the First Prince!"

"Noisy."

Su Yang's expression turned cold. He reached his right hand out of his pocket, his index finger, covered by a black and silver star river mother gold gauntlet, pointing lightly toward the sky.

A wisp of golden Pure Yang finger energy instantly tore through the air.

The speed was at the limit of vision; even the Void Realm was pierced by this finger energy, leaving behind a pitch-black vacuum trail.

The Heavenly Extreme Guard commander didn't even have time to react before a finger-thick, charred blood hole instantly appeared in the center of his forehead. The Pure Yang True Fire attached to the finger energy erupted, instantly burning his Physical Body and Primordial Spirit into ashes, which drifted down from mid-air as black dust.

One finger, instantly killing a Soul Transformation Stage Perfection expert.

The surrounding Heavenly Extreme Guards were immediately in an uproar, each of them showing terror.

Long Zhan's expression became somewhat ugly, and the contempt in his eyes finally receded a little. He stared at the black and silver gauntlet on Su Yang's hand and said coldly, "A gauntlet forged from star river mother gold? No wonder you could break the Immortal Execution Formation with one punch; you truly have some skill."

"However, in the face of absolute Realm suppression, these methods of yours are not worth mentioning!"

Long Zhan let out a roar, and an incomparably domineering golden airflow erupted from his entire body.

Emperor's Dragon Qi!

The golden Dragon Qi transformed into nine hundred-foot-long great dragons, circling crazily around his body. His cultivation was fully released at this moment, the pressure of the Void Refinement Stage Late Stage Peak descending like an overwhelming force, causing the abandoned palaces around the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion to collapse one after another.

"The First Prince is going to do it himself!" The Heavenly Extreme Guards in the back retreated one after another, avoiding this terrifying aftermath.

Long Zhan kicked off the war chariot, his body turning into a streak of golden light that tore through the Void Realm and instantly appeared above Su Yang's head.

"Emperor's Divine Fist! Die!"

Long Zhan threw a punch.

The nine golden great dragons converged on his fist, transforming into a massive golden dragon head a thousand meters in diameter, which smashed down toward Su Yang with a world-destroying suppression force.

Before the violent fist wind even landed, the alloy plates on the ground had already collapsed over a large area, revealing a bottomless pit.

Bai Li and Chu Ling hurriedly retreated with Qin Xueji and the other, leaving the battlefield to Su Yang. They had absolute confidence in Su Yang's strength, and there was not a hint of worry on their faces.

Su Yang stood in the center of the giant pit, watching the descending massive dragon head, his legs slightly bent as he took a deep breath.

The Pure Yang blood within his body surged, and brilliant golden True Fire gushed out from the pores all over his body.

Under the amplification of the star river mother gold gauntlet, the Pure Yang True Fire instantly transformed into a dazzling dark gold.

"Nine little loaches, and you dare to call yourselves dragons?"

Su Yang threw a punch to meet it.

Rumble!

The dark gold Pure Yang Iron Fist collided head-on with the massive golden dragon head.

The Void Realm for tens of thousands of miles trembled violently at this instant, and countless finger-thick spatial cracks spread from the center of the impact. The violent energy storm turned into circles of tangible golden ripples, sweeping wildly in all directions, causing many alien spaceships parked in space to watch the show to retreat repeatedly.

It didn't stalemate for long.

Crack!

Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, that massive dragon head formed from the Emperor's Dragon Qi, under the roasting of the Pure Yang True Fire, was instantly covered in fine cracks, then suddenly shattered, dissipating into the air as sky-filling golden airflow.

Su Yang's figure flashed, instantly disappearing from where he stood.

So fast!

Alarm bells rang in Long Zhan's heart; he couldn't track Su Yang's movement trajectory at all.

By the time he reacted again, Su Yang had already appeared directly in front of him, within arm's reach. That lazy-looking face wore a mocking smile that made him tremble with fear.

"Your fist is too soft."

Su Yang's right hand clenched into a fist again. Dark gold fist light flashed wildly on the star river mother gold gauntlet.

Without dodging or parrying, he smashed a punch heavily onto Long Zhan's chest.

Long Zhan didn't have time to cast any defensive secret techniques at all; he could only watch helplessly as the fist descended.

Bang!

A dull impact sound echoed through the sky.

The golden nine-dragon robe on Long Zhan's body was instantly shattered into pieces the moment it touched the fist energy. A protective ninth-grade jade pendant he wore on his chest also instantly exploded, failing to provide any blocking effect whatsoever.

Pfft!

Under this punch, Long Zhan's chest cavity caved in heavily, and the bones throughout his body emitted a dense cracking sound. His entire person was like a fired cannonball, flying backward and slamming heavily onto the base of the golden war chariot.

The war chariot's defensive Formation flickered violently a few times before collapsing under the violent impact force. The white jade railings of the war chariot all broke, and the decorative gold shattered into scrap metal on the ground.

Long Zhan lay pitifully in the ruins of the war chariot, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. His originally neat hairstyle was completely disheveled, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

He was the dignified First Prince of the Heavenly Extreme Imperial Dynasty, a combat fanatic who shook the Firmament Star Domain! He possessed Physical Body defense at the half-step Dao Integration Realm!

Today, he had actually been beaten by a Human at the Soul Transformation Stage Middle Stage, his pride shattered by a single punch!

"Protect Your Highness!"

The surrounding hundred-plus Heavenly Extreme Guards finally reacted, shouting in terror as they held their spears and charged toward Su Yang, determined to die.

Su Yang stood in mid-air, casually brushing the dust off his cuffs, looking at the charging guard squad with a calm expression.

He gently clenched his right hand in the Void Realm.

"A bunch of small fry, get back."

The golden True Fire instantly turned into a massive sea of fire, sweeping across space. The dozens of Heavenly Extreme Guards charging in the front were instantly melted by the high temperature of the flames the moment they made contact, their golden armor dissolving as they screamed and turned into ashes.

The remaining guards were so scared that they stopped in their tracks, their faces deathly pale, and they dared not advance a single inch further.

Su Yang walked with steady steps, moving toward the dilapidated golden war chariot.

He looked down at Long Zhan, who was struggling on the ground, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

"First Prince, right? Now, you can go die."