The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 57: The Peerless Boy, Overlooking the Kings

Suddenly, Ji Haoyue spoke, completely exposing Mu Wushuang's identity.

Mu Wushuang is the Holy Son of Wanchu and once defeated Ji Haoyue at the Star Peak of Taixuan Sect. However, since he rarely appears in public, only a few people know him.

But at this moment, everyone remembered that young face deeply.

In the center of the vast hall, there was a green lotus supporting the sky. Just as its shadow appeared between heaven and earth, a chaotic mist swept in all directions.

Under the shadow of the green lotus, there stood a young man with bright eyes, an imposing bearing, and loose black hair with a silver halo flowing through it.

He stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the surroundings, like an ancient god stepping out from the chaos to patrol the world. Everyone bowed to him and obeyed him. In an instant, all the noise was suppressed, and silence fell all around.

"Mu Wushuang!"

Immediately afterwards, Yao Xi, the Saint of Yaoguang, spoke, her eyes flashing with a brilliant light -

Since the Taichu Ancient Mine, she saw this unparalleled genius again and found that she could no longer see him clearly.

This is very scary. Even if the Saint Yaoguang is hiding the most, she can still see some of it.

But at this moment, Mu Wushuang just stood in front of her, like a cloud of fog, elusive.

Accompanied by the arrival of Mu Wushuang, the Holy Son of Wanchu!

In an instant, everyone was shocked.

Wan Chuyou is a mysterious genius. When he first entered the world, he shocked the world on the Taixuan Gate Star Peak. Covered in the starlight of the sky, with the vast starry sky on his back, he raised his hand to suppress the Ji family's God King Ji Haoyue, and he was in the limelight.

But the most shocking thing was the skill he just displayed. It was just a random attack, but it was able to directly and seriously injure the Golden-winged Little Peng King, who was known as the invincible young generation in the Eastern Wilderness, shocking the world.

“Wanchu Mu Wushuang, who has cultivated terrifying visions of the ancient starry sky, was able to suppress the Ji family’s God King when he was in the secret realm of the Dao Palace. He was praised as a stunning existence that was on par with the ancient evildoers.”

"Now that he has reappeared, the Little Golden Winged Peng King was unable to resist and was severely injured."

The monks were all extremely excited, witnessing the demeanor of the legendary Wanchu Holy Son, who was truly born with majesty and awe-inspiring inviolability.

At the same time, with the arrival of Mu Wushuang, the atmosphere in the hall changed subtly, and eyes from all over seemed to be converging, looking at that unparalleled genius.

When he arrived, the Eastern Wilderness’s genius, who had been silent all this time, moved!

The Holy Son Yaoguang stood up, his eyes were unprecedentedly brilliant, and the 108 divine rings were even more dazzling, floating around, as if he had ascended to heaven. He looked directly at Mu Wushuang and revealed a deep, unknown smile.

Ji Haoyue had a reputation hanging above his head, and his fighting spirit turned into misty moonlight, filling the sky and earth, staring in the direction of Mu Wushuang.

The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi is shrouded in endless fog, like a fairy descending from the earth, ethereal and mysterious.

The Jiang family's divine body stood side by side with Ji Haoyue, looking solemn. Its true appearance has not been revealed until now. It was covered in iron armor, even its head, and it was inside a heavy divine iron armor.

There is no doubt that he is powerful. He walks with firm steps and moves forward straight ahead, determined to obtain the ancient scroll. His divine radiance overflows, and he is indeed like a god king. A path of divine light appears under his feet.
The Holy Son of Dayan Holy Land and the Holy Maiden of Daoyi Holy Land all looked over with rapt attention.

Waves of different auras of genius rose up, like the blazing sun across the sky, so strong that people could not open their eyes. "There are too many so-called geniuses. The glory of the Eastern Wasteland only needs one person!"

Mu Wushuang put his hands behind his back and took a step forward. His innate primordial energy was like a sea that erupted completely, suppressing the world. It was like an ancient god of chaos born in chaos who had returned and swept away all the heroes.

boom!
His body was covered with black and white innate primordial energy, which burned like a raging flame, and then rolled up like a hurricane, whistling and enveloping him.

Even the strands of hair turned into the color of chaotic immortal marrow, each strand was crystal clear, and bloomed with a brilliance more dazzling than the scorching sun, more sacred and majestic than the so-called gods.

As his eyes opened and closed, gray-white thunderbolts and brilliant holy light flew out, sharp and compelling, instantly shattering the gazes coming from all directions, like a mountain roar, a tsunami, and a thunderclap.

The tremendous aura was shaking, and the invisible confrontation was horrifying, causing the sky to rumble like the beating of a war drum or the shaking of a picture scroll.

Everyone was shocked and felt the ultimate power!
The young genius is unparalleled in the world!
Looking at the existence that was like an ancient god of chaos, every cultivator could not help but bow down in awe and respect.

"The Holy Son of Wanchu is too terrifying. He stands in the void and wants to suppress the kings of the Eastern Wasteland by himself!"

The monks who saw this scene were all excited and could not suppress the throbbing in their hearts.

"Mu Wushuang, since you have already broken through the Four Extremes, let's complete the unfinished battle on the Taixuan Sect's Star Peak in the past.

Let's use our strength to prove that I am not floating and you are not the sky!"

Ji Haoyue was full of fighting spirit, his purple clothes were shining, his whole body was surging with divine power, and a vast ocean was roaring behind him.

Countless moonlight rays fell from the sky, and the aura of the bright moon in the sky was revealed, shocking all directions.

At the same time, at the entrance of the hall, the returning Golden-winged Peng King also burst out with a powerful aura, like a returning celestial roc, soaring into the sky.

Around Xiang Yifei, the holy son of Dayan Holy Land, golden swords pierced the sky. An unparalleled aura of a sword god emanated from him, sweeping across the world.

An incomparable aura also erupted from the Jiang family. The most mysterious divine body of the Jiang family was born, as bright as the sun, illuminating the world.

On the other side, the Holy Son Yaoguang was like a fairy who had ascended to heaven, standing alone in the main hall with 108 divine rings around him, as if the great emperor of the human race had reappeared.

Above the sky, Mu Wushuang was as indifferent as before, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his tall body surrounded by the innate primordial energy, his gray-white divine light was majestic, horrifying waves were shaking out, a chaotic green lotus supported the sky, and the ancient starry sky appeared.

The heroes faced off, their qi was radiating, their pores and their bodies were constantly overflowing with brilliant blood light, and thousands of ripples filled the air, as if the sky was dazzling and the seas were surging.

Boom!

A violent wind suddenly blows out of the blue, and a loud thunder sounds in the dry sky!
As the younger generation's auras clashed, a strange vision emerged, which turned into an ancient battlefield standing in the hall.

The kings were full of fighting spirit, and all had extraordinary postures, like fairies descending from heaven, or great demons suppressing the world. Each one of them was either majestic or charming.

But above the sky, there is an unparalleled genius who towers over the nine heavens, looking down upon the kings of the Eastern Wasteland——

One person, overlooking the crowd!

(End of this chapter)