Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 231 Bloodstained Style

“Dozens of ancient ancestor kings, as well as you three great saints, the Thousand-Handed God and Demon, are you coming to the Ziwei Ancient Star Region to massacre billions of lives?!”

The young old madman was covered in blood, but his aura was like a sharp sword, his edge was exposed, and his voice was extremely cold.

He was like an almighty demon lord that came across the heavens and worlds. Even when facing dozens of ancestral kings alone, he still had no fear at all!
"You think you can stop us by yourself?"

On the warship, the ancient ancestor king, who looked like a divine phoenix, had extremely cold eyes.

Just as Lai Fengzi said, they were sealed in the divine source, wandering in the dark and vast universe, and lost their way.

After wandering for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, by chance, he finally arrived at an ancient planet with life.

Their life span is short, which can be described as thin as a gossamer, and they may come to the end of their life at any time.

"Don't waste your time talking to him. With so many of us taking turns, we will wear him down sooner or later!"

An indifferent voice was heard from the ancient warship. It was slightly hoarse, but it could make the listener's heart tremble, as if being restrained by a huge hand, and there was a sharp pain in the chest.

Each of these ancient ancestor kings was a well-known figure in their time, with incomparable strength, and some even reached the level of great sage!
Now that they have come to Ziwei, they will naturally not let go of this piece of "fat meat". In order to restore their own life essence, they are not afraid even if it means slaughtering billions of lives.

"Can this ancient saint resist it?"

Upon hearing this, the Ziwei monks were terrified. Facing those ancient ancestor kings, they were almost suffocating and could only place their hopes on the young old madman.

At this moment, Ziwei only has him who has hope of turning the tide!
"It's difficult, too difficult. The other party is extremely powerful and has a large number of people. I'm afraid he will be defeated by himself..."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like an lingering haze that enveloped everyone's heart, making it extremely heavy.

As long as the old madman can't resist, Ziwei will be devastated and billions of lives will be left as corpses, even those immortal heritages will not be spared!
"Then you can try it! I will kill you all today!"

The young old madman's long hair danced wildly with a bloody smile, shaking the sky, and even the meteorites outside the domain were shaken a little.

"boom!"

He was like a god or demon. He pressed his palm downwards, and all the formations that had been set up earlier were activated, revealing a terrifying murderous intent that imprisoned this piece of heaven and earth.

Then he took a big step forward, with overwhelming momentum, like a rainbow piercing through the sky and earth, and charged towards the warship!
"Just let me meet your people!"

The ancestor king, who looks like a divine phoenix, is glowing with colorful light all over his body and possesses supreme majesty.

The old madman didn't say anything, he just walked like a god or devil.

He had already killed three ancestral kings and injured the two great saints. He had paid a huge price for this and his divine power was almost exhausted.

But he was igniting his divine essence, and even if he had to use up his last drop of blood, he would stop the other party, even if the final result was death!

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The battles between the ancient saints were so terrifying that every collision of flesh and blood was like two meteorites colliding with each other.

The sound was so overwhelming that the sky was shaking, the earth was collapsing, and mountains thousands of miles long were reduced to ashes in an instant, leaving nothing behind!
"The duel between the ancient saints is truly terrifying..."

People watching from afar were all terrified when they saw that scene. Even though they were thousands of miles away, they still felt the heart-pounding terror.

"It is said that the duels between saints are all conducted in the battlefield outside the domain. Otherwise, with their strength, even this world would be annihilated!"

There was one person in the crowd who was always paying attention to the battlefield. He didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing anything. His palms were even sweaty. He was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. He had thick black hair and was very handsome.

The energy and blood in his body are as abundant as the sea, and appear golden in color. It is none other than Ye Fan, the ancient holy body!

"Brother Crazy Old Man, you have to hold on..."

Ye Fan clenched the black gourd in his hand. Although it was just a broken holy weapon, it was the strongest weapon he could currently use.

As long as the situation was not right, he would try his best to hand the black gourd over to the old madman, although he didn't know whether that would be of any help to the current situation.

The young old madman fought madly with his opponent, and every blow was aimed at the vital points, and every move was fatal.

"puff!"

After only a dozen or so rounds, the old madman seized the opportunity and cut directly into the chest of the ancestor king with one hand, cutting him open!

Suddenly, blood gushed out, and various liver organs flowed out, accelerating the loss of the other ancestor king's life breath.

The ancient king who looked like a divine phoenix roared, and various holy laws appeared at the same time, but his life span was short to begin with, and he could not stop the injuries at all.

The internal organs and blood were still gushing out and couldn't be stopped.

"what……"

He struggled violently, his magical power was overwhelming, full of the order of the ancient kings, and he mobilized endless pressure to smash into the opponent, but he could not hurt his opponent.

At this moment, he decisively abandoned his physical body. Divine light from his crown shot up into the sky, and his soul tried to escape in an attempt to retain a glimmer of hope.

"Humph!"

But how could the old madman let him succeed? Six worlds appeared in his hands, each one was spectacular. It was the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!
"boom!"

When the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist was released, the heaven and earth roared, and everything was destroyed and overturned. With unparalleled power, the opponent's soul was shattered.

hum!
At the same time, the ancient bronze ship vibrated, and eight ancient kings walked out one after another. Each of them was extremely old, with wrinkled skin, yet extremely terrifying.

The ancient ancestor kings were all saint-level warriors, each with incredible magical powers. I originally thought there were only about ten of them, but it seems there are far more than that...

When all the human race warriors saw this scene, their faces all changed color, their hearts sank to the bottom, almost to the point of despair. This was a situation where they were bound to die!

The young old madman had already expected this, and his eyes were extremely solemn, but he had no choice. Even if he died in battle, he would not allow the Ancient Ancestor King to set foot on Ziwei even once!
The war broke out again. This time, the two injured great saints joined forces with the other eight ancestral kings to attack together.

The old madman was surrounded by so many people and was covered in wounds, but he did not retreat a single step.

This was a shocking battle. The young madman was killing like crazy, his black hair was flying, his fighting spirit was shaking the sky, he used all his magical powers, and was extremely powerful.

But there were too many people on the other side, and he was also seriously injured. He was bleeding profusely, and many parts of his body were pierced. It was transparent from front to back, and it was very horrifying.

However, he was igniting his life and exerting his fighting power to the extreme. He could only hold on for half a quarter of an hour at most. Even if he won by then, he would still fall...

But even in this situation, the old madman still snatched the holy sword from a man, split it in half, and destroyed the other party's soul in the process.

The young old madman never flinched, sometimes even exchanging injuries for injuries, risking his own body being torn to pieces, and forcefully ripped off a Great Sage!
(End of this chapter)