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Chapter 163 This is my era, you are the challenger

boom!
Accompanied by the dizziness caused by tearing space.

The bloodline of Anshelie and the elder of the Demon Elephant Sect, Gong Ming, appeared in the Dragon King's bedroom.

This is a hall that symbolizes infinity, with black columns rising up from the edge to form a towering ribbed ceiling. The floor is made of polished marble, with a fountain more than ten meters high in the middle.

Clear and transparent water was gushing out from the mouths of eight ferocious coiled dragons, and gurgling sounds could be heard.

Around the fountain are sculptures of ancient heroes.

And in a corner of this magnificent palace.

The second elder, An Luoyi, overcame the severe headache caused by the teleportation. He rubbed his temples and then got up from the ground.

He carefully looked at the surroundings with excited and nervous eyes.

Vastness——

This was the first feeling that appeared in An Luoyi’s mind.

Such a perception should not appear in indoor spaces, but it is extremely strong.

In this dark and solemn palace, An Luoyi looked around and felt like an insignificant speck of dust on the floor. Because of his own insignificance, An Shelie, who was sitting on the throne at the end of the hall, looked particularly majestic and tall.

It doesn't even look like a human anymore, but more like a majestic and huge statue of a god.

An Luoyi closed his eyes and then opened them again.

Activate the super sense of the powerful and extraordinary person.

The enhanced perception dispelled the mental force field that shrouded the room. An Shelie was still tall, but now he looked a little more lively in An Luoyi's eyes.

"An Shelie, why is the ancestor's body still here?" An Yunian's surprised voice came.

"This is different from what is recorded." The third elder swallowed his saliva, looking nervous.

"We don't have time to think about this anymore, we have to do it as soon as possible." An Luoyi stepped forward, followed closely by An Yunian.

"Did you hear the noise?" An Luoyi asked with a heavy face.

"Yes." The third elder nodded. "That man is faster than we thought. The Dragon Guards can't stop him for long."

“We’ve been pushed to the edge.”

An Luoyi said gloomily, "If we can't revive our ancestors, not only will all our efforts be wasted, but we will also die here. This secret place is the tomb of our ancestors. We know how to open the tomb and enter here, but we don't know how to escape from here."

"Bring the people up." An Luoyi paused briefly, turned around and looked back.

Two elders came up, escorting a tall and burly young man.

This person is Anand.

The strong physique brought by the dragon blood woke him up from his coma.

"Don't kill me! An Ran is outside, I can smell the dragon blood on her." Anard's face was ferocious, and he struggled violently. The two elders who had completed the demon fetus stretched their arms and exerted force, but they could hardly hold him down.

"I beg you, please forgive me." Anand cried bitterly.

"This is a necessary sacrifice." An Luoyi said calmly, "This is also your honor."

boom!
He pointed a finger at Anand's forehead.

Anand opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes rolled back violently.

His burly body convulsed violently as if it had been electrocuted, and the part of his brain that represented his thinking was destroyed. All that was left was a blank sheet of paper that could be painted with colors at will. Blood flowed out of Anand's eyes and nose like earthworms. He stopped struggling and fell limply to the ground.

An Luoyi's cold gaze lingered on Anand for a moment.

Then he looked up and looked at the giant on the throne in front of him.

Over the centuries, An Luoyi had seen the glory of his ancestors countless times in portraits and sculptures. But this was the first time he had seen it up close. Even though this body had been dead for a thousand years, the dragon blood still blocked some of its activity, revealing a strong vitality as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Anshelie sat on the throne with his knees at Anluyi's chest, which made it hard to imagine how majestic he would look when he actually stood up.

The dark dragon scale armor covered the dragon king's majestic body. The fur of a death-level giant wolf was draped over his shoulders as a trophy worth boasting about. It looked like dirty snow covering the top of a mountain, and the wolf's mouth was big enough to swallow the moon.

His armor was covered with wounds, and the remaining blood had not yet dried.

Among the hundreds of thousands of horrific wounds, the most fatal one came from the left side of the chest. The position where the heart should be was dissolved and penetrated, forming a hole as big as an adult's head. Through the hole, the back of the chair stained with blood could be seen.

"The Dragon King is indeed as majestic and heroic as the legends say. But I advise you to hurry up, because now is not the time to admire the glory of our ancestors."

Seeing An Luoyi standing there motionless for a long time, the elder of the Demon Elephant Sect, Gong Ming, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

An unbearable reminder.

"Shut up!" An Luoyi turned around and glared at him, snorting, "Of course I understand."

"The ancient books don't tell us how to treat our ancestors' injuries."

An Yunian transmitted the message. He was cautious by nature. This scene, which was seriously different from the records, made him feel uneasy instinctively. But just as An Luoyi said, they had no other choice now.

"We have no way, but our ancestors must have their own plans."

An Luoyi said, "First use Anand's body to summon the soul, and then help the ancestors complete the subsequent steps."

"…This is the only way." An Yunian nodded heavily.

They used their strength to create a gust of wind, clearing away the little dust that had accumulated on the floor.

Under the throne of Anshelie, a light grey dragon pattern magic circle with a diameter of about two meters appeared in front of the two men. The two elders looked at each other and confirmed that they were not wrong. Then they stretched out their hands at the same time, biting their fingertips and touching the edge of the magic circle.

Blood gushed out, and the aura emanating from An Yunian and An Luoyi fluctuated violently like boiling water. Thick smoke came out of their faces and bodies, and they looked visibly weak.

The array pattern was filled with blood.

From light grey to a shimmering dark red.

An Luoyi stretched out his hand and placed Anand's burly body in the center of the formation.

The two men stood up and took a step back.

"That's it." Gong Ming touched his chin and looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

Boom!

The ground shook violently and made a noise.

The hall rumbled and the black columns supporting the vaulted ceiling collapsed.

The fountain in the center of the room was splashing with water. The originally clear and transparent water turned turbid, and gradually a layer of blood appeared. A rustling sound came from all over the body. In the violent shaking, the glass dome embedded in the ceiling shattered, and the glass mixed with fine stones fell together.

This sudden change made An Luoyi's eyes widen. What happened at this time was completely inconsistent with the records.

He felt like he was being cheated, and his thoughts became increasingly confused.

puff!

Anand's chest was pierced by coagulated blood.

His plump body was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood was flowing out of his body, gathering towards the throne as if alive. The blood of the elders and Anard's blood were like living earthworms, flowing up along Anshere's shin armor and gathering into a liquid beating heart in his empty chest.

Then in the next moment——

"call!"

A sigh, spanning across the eternity, carries with it a vast power that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Anshelie on the throne opened his eyes, a pair of tired and bloodshot eyes.

Thousands of years have passed.

But it seemed as if he was still immersed in the battle that ended his life, and the iron-blooded murderous intent emanating from him was frightening.

"My lord, no, ancestor. You... you finally woke up!" An Luoyi was trembling all over.

Excitement and fear, two equally strong emotions mixed in his mind, so that he could not utter a complete sentence. Seeing a legend return in person, such a shock is enough to remember for a lifetime. Even Gong Ming, who was not a descendant of Anshelie, held his breath.

"This is fate, the blessing of heaven." An Shelie calmly said the first words he said after waking up.

Then he stood up, his nearly five-meter-tall body casting a shadow.

The strong force poured out from his body like a black waterfall, dripping along the cracks on the edge of his armor. The shadow that had turned into substance fell on the ground at his feet, accompanied by a hissing sound, splashing into sparks and blazing white flames.

"You did a good job." Anshelie's red-gold gaze fell on his descendants.

The elders and disciples of the An family were trembling with excitement, and only a very few of them felt threatened by their ancestors.

Of course, apart from trembling, they could do nothing. So in Anshelie's view, these inferior species that inherited his bloodline were all the same.

They were created to provide themselves with nutrition today.

then……

Anshelie said the second sentence calmly, with an almost inaudible turn of phrase, "But you still need to do better."

"Ancestor you...Puchi!" The third elder An Yunian lowered his head in astonishment.

His chest was pierced by a large armored hand, and then his whole body shrank and dehydrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound. Anshelie took out a heart surrounded by blood, and the rest of his body turned into ashes and scattered.

Anshelie pressed the heart against his empty chest with a satisfied look on his face.

There was a layer of blood on his pale face.

"Not enough." An Shelie's eyes fell on An Luoyi.

An Luoyi felt Anand's feelings very clearly and strongly at this moment, and his performance was almost worse than that of this disciple.

Without any hesitation, An Luoyi turned and ran. But the whole hall was under An Shelie's control, where could he run to?
Anshelie calmly reached forward and pulled out the heart of his descendant.

Bang bang bang!
At the same time, the remaining descendants of the An family, regardless of gender, age or status, all exploded, and the essence of their flesh and blood was absorbed cleanly.

A large amount of intertwined flesh and blood spread out from the chest, and Anshelie's spinal cord was glowing.

His eyes fell on Gong Ming, "You are not my descendant."

"Forget it," Anshelie shook his head, "It's not weak in strength, and it can be considered a good supplement."

Being stared at by those dragon-like eyes, Gong Ming felt as if his head was going to explode. The sudden change in front of him shocked the elder of the Demonic Elephant Sect. He had never thought that although they were both celestial beings, An Shelie had such terrifying strength just after his resurrection.

How powerful was the Eight-Armed Dragon King at his peak?
Gong Ming had no time to think about it. He shouted, "You can't kill me. I am Feng-Bang!"

His head was crushed by a big hand. An Shelie said coldly to Gong Ming's headless body, "Did I allow you to speak?"

"Give all you can give, and serve all you can serve."

Anshelie said calmly to the wide hall in front of him, "Where is the Dragon Guard, where is Nalie?"

His deep and majestic voice echoed repeatedly in the hall, splashing dust and making the dome vibrate, but unfortunately there was no response.

boom!
The vermilion door suddenly exploded.

The wood fragments bloomed like reeds, tearing the air and splashing thick smoke.

A golden figure shot out from the dark yellow smoke, landed on the ground, and created a hole. Then it bounced upwards, rolling back and forth like a ball, and finally fell at Anshelie's feet. A bloody face raised up with difficulty amidst the painful and weak gasps.

"My Lord, I am here." Nale struggled to kneel down and bow his head.

But he failed. His limbs were brutally broken and he didn't know how many bones were broken. He looked like a tattered figurine that was torn apart by a naughty kid.

"Sorry..." Nalie fell forward and a big hand supported his broken shoulder.

"No need to apologize, you've done well enough." Anshelie sighed, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. "Leave the rest to me."

The dragon blood that was once bestowed upon Nare was taken back, and the wound on Anshere's chest was completely healed.

His huge dark body was filled with blood and energy, and it looked like a golden sun was stuffed into Anshelie's chest. But Su Heng could sense that the current Dragon King was still not at his peak, and a lingering aura of dusk lingered in his body.

But even so.

Anshelie was also a formidable opponent, the strength in his body turned into a tide.

He took a step forward, suddenly appeared in front of Su Heng, and threw a violent and exaggerated punch with dazzling golden lightning towards Su Heng's face. Su Heng did not defend himself, and also threw a long fist forward with great force.

The moment he punched, his strength circulated rapidly.

Its body swelled up and was covered with dragon scales, making loud clacking sounds like steel colliding.

With the powerful boost from the transformation to dragon form and his innate strong physique, Su Heng's punch, which was not at his peak, was actually on par with the Dragon King.

The ground beneath the two men's feet exploded, stone fragments and dust suspended in the air, and the thunder and flames formed by the collision of the two forces spread outward along the ground until they swept across the entire hall.

Swish!
Anshelie's body suddenly disappeared.

Its speed was so fast that it almost escaped Su Heng's gravity.

Before the sense of gravity had time to react, Anshelie had already punched Su Heng in the back of the head.

Su Heng didn't even turn his head. He flipped his left hand and a dagger appeared, leaving a blood-red arc in the air.

laugh!
A sharp and harsh friction sound.

At the critical moment, Anshelie raised his head and dodged.

The dagger left a hideous scratch on the Dragon King's jet-black breastplate, and a few strands of drooping hair were cut off and fell off.

"It seems that An Ran is right." The two of them distanced themselves again, and Su Heng laughed, "This dagger does have a special attack on you, and you don't seem to be at your peak right now."

"If I'm not mistaken, you need to absorb those dragon guards outside to fully activate the power of dragon blood."

Su Heng shook his head.

Even if Anshelie, who has dragon blood, wants to create a dragon guard that can fight against the powerful Tiangui, he has to pay a huge price. The dragon guard is not only used to protect the tomb from being disturbed by outsiders, but also serves as an insurance for Anshelie to revive.

Unfortunately, this layer of insurance was broken by Su Heng.

An Shelie did not answer, his face was gloomy. His majestic eyes were looking at Su Heng, judging and looking for the possibility of defeating him.

This is not an easy task. Although Su Heng's realm is not high, the threat he brings is no less than any opponent An Shelie has ever encountered.

Just when An Shelie was in a dilemma, Su Heng's calm voice came slowly.

"How about we make a deal?" Su Heng showed an excited smile, "I'll give you a fair chance to challenge me. And in return, if you lose, I want all the dragon blood in your body."

"Fair, what does that mean?"

Anshelie's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he grinned, "You think you have a sure win, are you provoking me!?"

"No, that's what I meant. I haven't met an opponent worth getting excited about for a long time, and you have such potential. It would be a waste to kill you like this. Besides, the dragon blood is in you, and since you can create dragon guards, you should be able to damage the dragon blood. I don't want such a waste of resources to happen."

"What you mean is..." An Shelie narrowed his eyes, somewhat confused about Su Heng's thoughts.

Click!

Under his astonished gaze, Su Heng raised his hand.

The dagger engraved with the Soul-Nailing Curse was pinched hard by his five fingers, and it exploded into pieces in an instant.

Su Heng slapped his hand downwards - puff puff!

The fragments sank into the ground and disappeared completely.

"This is my sincerity." Su Heng's mouth slowly stretched to his ears, and the smile on his face became more and more twisted and crazy. "I will give you time to recover to your peak. Then I will defeat you without reservation and take away everything from you."

"This is my era, and you are the challenger!"

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