Man is covering the sky, the system is perfect

Wang Mingyuan glanced at the ancient race, especially one with a pair of jet-black wings.

That person was someone who had reached the peak of the Saint King realm, and was even about to step into the Great Saint realm.

He had assumed that after the previous upheaval, the ancient race would send someone like this directly into action.

After all, others couldn't see it clearly, but those Great Sages present should be able to see it clearly.

Wang Mingyuan is already invincible in the realm of sages; sending other figures up would only be sending them to their doom.

Unless a Saint King-level being comes up, it's unrealistic to even try to see through Wang Mingyuan's strength or hurt him.

"Is it because you can't quite see who's standing behind me, so you don't dare to just tear off the mask and be shameless?"

Wang Mingyuan muttered to himself, but his expression remained impassive.

In the original story, the ancient races did not value morality in this way.

Basically, it was completely unreasonable. At that time, only the God King Jiang Taixu, a sage, stepped forward on the human side.

The ancient races started with one-on-one duels, which then turned into group fights.

After the Primordial Ancestor King was unable to defeat him, he even sent the Sage King directly, and finally even sent a person who was about to become a Great Sage to suppress the God King Jiang Taixu.

The reason why they finally reasoned with each other and sat down to have a proper talk was because the Wushi Bell had been ringing for three months straight.

Meanwhile, the Investiture of the Gods posted on the Sacred Cliff swept across the world, touring everywhere and suppressing everything.

Finally, Gai Jiuyou stepped forward to negotiate.

Those from the ancient races who knew their stuff could see just how extraordinary Gai Jiuyou was.

Only then did he obediently sit down at the negotiating table.

Otherwise, they would be joking around and you would never see them at the negotiating table.

They are quite polite to Wang Mingyuan now, mainly because they still can't see Wang Mingyuan's true strength.

Then, when the seven ancient ancestral kings, who were on high alert, stepped onto the arena, Wang Mingyuan reached out and drew an invisible sword aura from the void.

The sword energy transformed into an eight-sided Han sword, which fell into his hand.

"are you ready?"

"Heh, it's just taking advantage of their unstable footing."

"Now that our territory has been expanded, we will not give you another chance."

"Join forces! Don't try to outsmart him; use your magic and supernatural powers to crush him!"

The seven ancient ancestral kings had clearly discussed this before taking the stage, and the previous battle had made them extra vigilant and prepared accordingly.

Moreover, by this time they had gained considerable confidence and were no longer going to compete with Wang Mingyuan in terms of skill.

They rely entirely on their years of accumulated experience to unleash their power and integrate their domains into a unified whole, using force to overwhelm others.

"So you mean you're ready?"

The others looked worried, while a hidden expert on the human side quietly explained the situation.

Many human cultivators cursed him, but Wang Mingyuan didn't care.

He gazed calmly at this side, leisurely and at ease, after confirming that the seven ancient ancestral kings were all ready.

He suddenly transformed into a streak of light and moved forward.

The seven ancient ancestral kings all revealed solemn expressions, and even the Great Saint level figures hidden to the side were carefully watching Wang Mingyuan.

Look at Wang Mingyuan's moves and the changes in his hands.

In the previous round, Wang Mingyuan can be said to have displayed his skills to the fullest.

Although five ancient ancestral kings made a move, he used his speed to make each of them shift out of position.

No one of the ancient ancestral kings could defeat him in a one-on-one fight, so although it appeared that he had slashed once, he actually slashed five times in an instant.

To outsiders, it appeared that Wang Mingyuan had killed five Ancestral Kings with a single sword strike.

Seeing that Wang Mingyuan was still rushing forward at an unparalleled speed, still using the same move, many ancient ancestral kings changed color.

But he quickly relaxed because Wang Mingyuan's fighting style was different this time.

He felt an immense power surging within him, and in the hazy light, they seemed to see a gigantic Kun swimming in an endless black ocean.

Then, gathering its strength, it suddenly transformed into a roc when it reached them.

Then, with the most powerful force, they clashed.

The moment when Kun transforms into Peng is also the moment when power accumulates to its most fierce and vigorous state.

They clashed with the seven ancient ancestral kings.

At this moment, Ye Fan, who was observing the battle from the sidelines, inexplicably recalled a passage of ancient text that he had once seen.

There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty. Its name is Kun. It is so big that it is unknown how many thousands of miles it is.

It transformed into a bird, and its name was Peng!

At that moment, he felt as if he had truly seen a Kunpeng soaring between heaven and earth.

At that moment, the seven ancient ancestral kings all changed color.

Because the seven of them joined forces, it was as if they were being forcefully broken through an iron wall-like domain by this boundless power.

Then came that most dazzling sword strike from before.

Last time the sword was slashed vertically, this time it's a horizontal slash.

A bloody gash appeared on the necks of all seven ancient ancestral kings.

"You can already be called the number one in fierce power at the Saint level!"

The powerful ancestral king of the Blood Moon royal family only had time to utter those words before his head fell off his neck.

The ancient races all wore extremely serious expressions, and no one dared to speak.

If we say that Wang Mingyuan's first skill was speed, then...

The movement of the five ancient ancestral kings was not synchronized, revealing a subtle difference.

Then they were each struck by his sword. Nominally, the five ancient ancestral kings were working together, but in reality, they were killed one by one by Wang Mingyuan.

At that moment, Wang Mingyuan displayed unparalleled speed, possibly the "Xing" secret among the Nine Secrets.

Then it displays unparalleled offensive power, as well as the most exquisite grasp of the battlefield rhythm.

In this second battle, Wang Mingyuan chose to confront the combined domains of the seven ancient ancestral kings head-on without dodging or avoiding them.

And they forcefully broke through their territory, causing all seven figures to collapse.

He took a sword strike head-on.

It can be said that the two battles demonstrated different levels of skill; one was all about speed and tactics.

The other aspect is that strength and ferocity are paramount.

Just two rounds of fighting silenced those among the ancient races who could clearly see the details of the battle.

It's really too fierce and too domineering.

It fully demonstrates the formidable limits of this realm.

At this moment, the thirty-three-tiered pagoda above Wang Mingyuan's head began to spin rapidly, enveloping the seven ancient ancestral kings he had slain.

The pagoda trembled slightly, and seven clumps of ashes flowed down.

On one of the layers of that pagoda, the imprints of seven ancient ancestral kings are displayed.

Standing alongside the five ancient ancestral kings, it showcases a portion of the features of the ancient era.

The room fell silent, then fell into complete stillness, unsure of what to say.

Wang Mingyuan stood there quietly, surrounded by an invisible domain that covered an area of ​​about a hundred feet.

An invincible aura was flowing through it.

"Was that a forbidden chapter he created himself?" Even a Great Sage-level figure fell silent at this moment.

The Kunpeng avatar that Wang Mingyuan displayed, along with his unique sword techniques or sword intent, all had the feel of a forbidden chapter.

In fact, according to their perception, it was even stronger than ordinary forbidden chapters.

The great saints present all came from ancient royal families and all cultivated the Great Emperor Scriptures and Ancient Royal Scriptures.

Moreover, they had also practiced and mastered the forbidden chapters, but in their hands, they could only display ordinary power.

It is stronger than most attack methods, but it is not as invincible as it is in the hands of the Great Emperor.

They understood this as well, that the forbidden chapters in the Emperor's scriptures were most suitable for that particular Emperor.

Only in the hands of that great emperor could it reach its ultimate sublimation, becoming invincible among those of the same realm.

Even if others practice according to that particular competitive chapter, they are merely imitating without understanding.

Those who learn from me will live, while those who imitate me will die; neither can reach that highest realm.

Even those who are most similar to or closest to the Great Emperor or Ancient Emperor, even the sons of the Great Emperor or Ancient Emperor, can only infinitely approach that realm, but cannot reach that level.

The techniques Wang Mingyuan used already had the feel of forbidden chapters, leaving his opponents completely helpless.

In their understanding, the Nine Secrets is already the most universally applicable forbidden chapter.

These are all the highest summaries of a great emperor's own path.

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Moreover, it has a very strong universality; anyone who cultivates it can achieve results comparable to those in forbidden chapters.

It is even stronger than the forbidden chapters of ordinary emperors.

Because of its higher adaptability, it can exert greater power in the hands of different people.

But none of them could reach the level of Wang Mingyuan.

"He's really almost got the ability to be invincible!"

Even in the ancient times, Hun Tuo, who had challenged the Fighting Saint Emperor, fell silent in response.

They believed that Wang Mingyuan's fighting skills and level of ability were beyond the norm.

There were also Great Sage-level figures sealed away from even earlier eras who remained silent, then whispered to themselves.

"Judging from his age and his fighting level, he is even more terrifying than the Fighting Saint Emperor and Di Que back then."

He was reluctant to admit it, but in his eyes, Wang Mingyuan's performance was indeed more terrifying than that of Di Que and the Fighting Saint Emperor back then.

Wang Mingyuan remained calm and composed.

He continued to calmly observe this group of people.

Huo Linzi's gaze was solemn, and he felt a great deal of pressure.

The Emperor's son appeared calm and relaxed, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since his "father" took away all his treasures, he has felt empty.

After all, his reputation was the most unique and distinctive among the many ancient princes.

After all, he was the son of the immortal emperor, revered by all races in ancient times, and was called the Son of the Emperor.

But he actually possessed the least of all the princes.

It could even be said that he was only slightly better than Yuan Gu, the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Yuan.

Most of the other ancient princes had a clan as their backer.

Moreover, the clan has both Great Saint-level protectors and Supreme Emperor Weapons.

Although these things are rarely used, the princes and princesses still have to rely on themselves to hone their skills.

But the mere presence of this thing here creates an unparalleled deterrent effect.

Having an ultimate imperial weapon and not using it is one thing, and not having an ultimate imperial weapon at all are two different things.

And he had nothing.

There was neither the Undying Heavenly Blade nor a race to carry on its legacy; there was nothing at all.

Even the eight divine generals that his father left him were not passed down because of an accident in his early years.

After all, what his father left him was suppressed by the Great Emperor Wushi back then.

Most of the things are no longer in Zishan; they've gone to other places.

The eight living generals are all descendants of the original eight generals, most of whom are at the level of saints or saint kings. Higher-level beings no longer exist.

Therefore, while his status and bloodline potential were the highest among all the princes, his background was the worst.

At least in his opinion, it was the worst.

Now that he has a "father" standing in front of him, although they haven't officially acknowledged each other, he feels an indescribable sense of security.

Yuan Gu stared at Wang Mingyuan standing on the arena, remaining silent.

The more powerful a person is, the more they can sense how extraordinary Wang Mingyuan is at this moment.

After a long silence, the human race erupted in the loudest cheers yet.

But the cheers didn't last long before they saw a figure slowly approaching from the distant horizon.

Even before the person arrived, everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to that figure.

They felt as if their throats were being choked, their heartbeats seemed to resonate with the footsteps of that person, they were in unbearable pain, and their faces turned pale.

"That is?"

Some were horrified, but at the same time, they knew that it must be an extremely important person who had arrived.

"Is it finally here?"

Wang Mingyuan was quite composed. He simply took a step forward, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand vibrated slightly, emitting a clear sword sound.

He severed that special connection with everyone present.

The cultivators among the human race were pale-faced, but they eventually came to their senses.

"That's the unity of man and nature, an inexplicable state of being. Just now, he pulled all of us into his rhythm."

If we wait until he gets close enough to us, we'll all probably die from heart failure!

Some older people recognized this move and were horrified, because it was a legendary technique.

Who is that?

They whispered to each other, but could not recognize the man's origin, for he bore little resemblance to an ancient race and resembled a human.

But they all knew that this must be an existence from an ancient race.

"He is a Holy King of the Myriad Dragon Nest."

"It is the Holy King Xuanxiao!"

"His bloodline is the strongest in this generation, closest to his ancestors."

"He is the most special one among this generation of revivers because he obtained a dragon's energy from the Dragon Nest, and his bloodline is reviving."

"He broke through to the Saint King realm in this almost spiritless era."

"Although he is a little weaker than the previous generation's top genius, he is also known as the person most likely to break through to the Great Saint realm."

The figures from the ancient races recognized this person's origin, and immediately became confident, each of them holding their heads high and chests out.

Even though none of them were saints, they had plenty of confidence at this time.

Because this one is no longer limited to the realm of a saint; he is a saint king.

(End of this chapter)