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Chapter 29: Overpowering the Emperor with One Hand, Fighting Alone Against the Ancient Princesses
"What are you looking at? Just wait to collect the corpse of your Son of God."

Pang Bo and the others glared back, their words fueling the killing intent of the Eight Legions even more. However, none of them made a move, their eyes turning to the Purple Mountain Battle Platform.

On the purple battle stage, after He Lang repelled the Heavenly Blade, his palm did not pause at all and continued to strike towards the Heavenly Emperor's son.

No extraordinary phenomena manifested, yet the Heavenly Emperor's son felt extremely solemn, sensing a vast and powerful force moving with that palm, pressing down on him, stabilizing this world, and making it impossible to break free from the binding force.

"kill!"

Sensing this immense power, the Heavenly Emperor's son let out a great roar, the sound waves shaking the surrounding area and shattering the void.

A phoenix cry resounded from his body. He clenched his other hand into a fist, and a five-colored immortal phoenix appeared on his fist, suppressing all paths and possessing unparalleled attack power, aiming to break through He Lang's magic path.

The five-colored immortal phoenix descended, meeting He Lang's attack, which seemed like the hand of heaven.

"when……"

Both sides possessed incredibly powerful physical bodies, and their collision produced a metallic tremor. The terrifying attack force surged in all directions, severely impacting the battle arena. Chaotic energy surged from the void, continuously assimilating everything. The next moment, golden patterns appeared, suppressing and repairing everything.

"Who's winning?"

Chaos engulfed the battle platform, obscuring everything, causing many onlookers with insufficient cultivation to become anxious, their divine senses echoing in the void.

The battle between the young human king and the bloodline of the Undying Emperor is a battle that cannot be overlooked in any detail.

However, no one responded to the cultivators' inquiries. Whether they were powerful figures from the human race or the ancient race, they all stared blankly at the Purple Mountain Battle Platform without making a sound.

Fortunately, the Emperor's array pattern quickly repaired everything, and those cultivators whose cultivation was not high enough soon saw everything on the battle stage. Their mouths gaped open, and their faces turned red.

The scene on the Zishan Battle Platform was truly breathtaking.

He Lang remained standing still, his clothes neatly arranged, his white robes exuding an otherworldly elegance, his black hair dancing freely without wind, and his eyes serene.

His hand pressed down on the Emperor's son's shoulder, forcing the immortal Emperor's own son to kneel on the battle platform. Five-colored divine blood dripped continuously from the Emperor's son's fist.

From a distance, it looked as if the emperor's son was submitting to He Lang.

The Emperor's son possessed immense power, with five-colored celestial radiance flowing across his body. His powerful aura caused onlookers thousands of miles away to feel as if their bodies were about to burst and to tremble uncontrollably.

Yet, despite his immense strength, he was unable to break free from the hand pressing down on his shoulder, as if the entire world were weighing him down.

As for the Emperor's chariot, only a few drops of divine blood on the battle platform proved its existence; the ancient chariot fell off the edge of the battle platform.

"How is this possible! How could the Son of God possibly lose!"

Some ancient beings roared in anger, unable to believe the outcome. The killing intent in the eyes of the several ancestral kings who commanded the eight tribes had materialized and continued to assault the Wushi Emperor Formation.

"What's the rush? I won't kill him. I'll give any opponent who falls to me time to catch up!"

He Lang looked at the eight ancestral kings below the battle platform with amusement in his eyes.

His words echoed throughout the heavens and earth, leaving both the ancient races and the human race utterly astonished.

What kind of spirit is this? He doesn't even regard the bloodline of the ancient emperors as an enemy, and he is completely unafraid of his opponents growing stronger.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's son paused in his struggle, then reacted even more violently, but no matter what secret techniques he used, he could not break free from the hand on his shoulder.

"The divine power he used was not much greater than that of the Heavenly Emperor's son; it was just that his understanding of the Great Dao was too profound, and the Heavenly Emperor's son's Dao and Dharma were completely suppressed by him."

An ancient clan expert spoke up, explaining the reason for what had happened. However, even this Ancestral King was somewhat shaken. The human's physical body was excessively powerful, even surpassing that of the Heavenly Emperor's son. "Brother, He Lang is truly defying the heavens. It seems you'll have no chance of defeating him in the future."

In the void where the Ji family resided, Ji Ziyue and Ji Haoyue stood behind a young man with an ordinary face and an ancient demeanor, chattering away to Ji Haoyue.

Ji Haoyue's expression was extremely solemn, and there was a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Has it really come to this?" Ji Haoyue felt grief and indignation, feeling that her divine king body had become like Ji Biyue.

On the Nine Ridges, Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman gazed at the scene on the Purple Mountain Battle Platform, their hearts deeply shaken.

The two have now cultivated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to a profound level, reaching the cultivation level of a Dao-Slaying King. The path of Dao Slaying has not trapped them.

Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman saw traces of the Myriad Transformations Saint Technique and the Flying Immortal Technique in He Lang's palm strike, and were greatly shocked. This was because the Ruthless Great Emperor had already incorporated the secret techniques of the Ruthless Great Emperor into his own Dao, and had undergone his own transformation.

"Is this what he meant by 'tribute'?"

Black King seemed to realize something, and a strange look appeared in the dog's eyes.

"Everyone, please join us! The Emperor alone isn't enough for me."

He Lang stood on the Purple Mountain Battle Platform, his divine sense soaring through the sky, issuing challenges to the ancient princes and princesses on the nine mountain ridges.

Wow!
"Arrogant! Do you really think that just because you defeated the Emperor's son, you are invincible?"

As soon as He Lang finished speaking, a creature in the ancient races camp immediately shouted angrily, summoning the death stare of the Eight Legions. The creature glared back angrily because it was the ancestral king of the Fire Kirin Cave and was not afraid of the Eight Legions.

"Brother, let's go and meet this Chaotic Ancient King."

Huo Lin'er's ethereal face revealed a radiant smile as she walked towards the Purple Mountain Battle Platform. With each step she took, a portion of her fairy-like gentleness disappeared from her eyes, replaced by a dazzling fighting spirit, making her appear heroic and dashing.

Huo Linzi also walked towards the Purple Mountain Battle Platform, his blood energy raging like a vast ocean, causing the bodies of those weaker cultivators to feel like they were about to burst, forcing them to retreat even further.

"Roar!"

The brother and sister joined forces, their aura becoming even more magnificent and terrifying. They unleashed the roar of the Qilin, shaking mountains and rivers, shattering heaven and earth, turning the endless earth into ashes, and the sky into chaos, as they charged towards He Lang to kill him.

On the other side, a man wearing a crimson-gold crown and a Taoist robe also appeared on the Purple Mountain Battle Platform. His entire body was shrouded in the traces of the Great Dao, making him indistinct. As soon as he appeared, he attacked He Lang, his fist light piercing through eternity, and the traces of the Great Dao flowing endlessly.

He is Huang Xudao, a man who lives for the Dao. He is incredibly powerful. With a single move, he turned the world back into chaos, and even the Great Emperor's array patterns couldn't repair them in time.

A golden divine treasure pressed down on He Lang, from which flew out swarms of celestial soldiers that attacked him, including a golden ancient bell, a golden divine tower, and a golden cauldron.

A celestial maiden, dressed in golden fairy robes and possessing naturally beautiful features, appeared on the other side and attacked He Lang horizontally.

On the other side, a woman with delicate dragon horns on her head, fair skin and jade bones, and unparalleled beauty walked over. With a palm strike, a purple dragon swooped down towards He Lang, its roar shaking heaven and earth and shattering everything in its path.

Several ancient princes and princesses actually joined forces to fight against He Lang, a human prodigy and king.

Faced with the attacks of the group, He Lang released his hand from the Emperor's body, his eyes unusually serious.

"Ah ah ah..."

After the emperor's son got up, he roared a few times, and then the five-colored blood on his body quickly burned, and he recovered in no time.

Then he unleashed various secret techniques recorded in ancient divine scriptures, attacking He Lang with an extremely fierce offensive.

(End of this chapter)