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Chapter 32 The Ancestral King Makes His Move, Defying the Immortals
This ancestral king erupted in fury, his blood energy sweeping across the heavens and earth, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and the starlight from beyond the realms transformed into a galaxy waterfall that engulfed him.

The traces of the Great Dao appeared between his hands, and he unleashed one secret technique after another, erasing large areas of the Boundless Array Patterns. However, he was unable to quickly destroy the array patterns and could only watch helplessly as the Heavenly Emperor's son's realm dropped.

"Please send in the imperial troops to tear apart this ancient imperial array. Silver Moon Heavenly King, please act immediately."

The Eight Ancestral Kings roared and shouted towards the horizon.

A holy might, like a star field, pressed down on Purple Mountain from afar, and an Ancestral King, like a god, with a hazy figure, appeared before Purple Mountain.

"Although the Emperor's son is useless, you should not be the one to depose him."

The Silver Moon Ancestor King was renowned among the ancient races and was a potential Great Sage. Chaotic light appeared between his eyes, and his aura was overwhelming. He stared at He Lang as soon as he appeared.

A wisp of immortal light emerged from his fingertips, evolving into the Great Dao of the Ancient Emperor's Immortal Weapon, tearing apart the Boundless Array Patterns under He Lang's command.

In the distance, the Black Emperor and his entourage also became solemn. On its back, Little Nannan was happily playing with a small pottery jar in her hands.

The Devouring Demon Jar floated in her palm, scattering all sorts of divine forms from the Great Dao, which transformed into little sprites that surrounded the little girl, making her extremely happy.

"Darling, your brother He Lang is fighting the bad guys, but he's about to be bullied. If any other auras like that appear again, you can ask Guan Guan to help your brother fight the bad guys, okay?"

Duan De surrounded the little girl, speaking with a kind expression, but his greasy demeanor made the Holy Prince and Pang Bo feel like vomiting.

"Bad guys are bad! Nannan wants to help her big brother fight the bad guys! Guanguan also wants to help her big brother fight the bad guys."

The little girl was incredibly cute. She picked up the Devouring Demon Jar and gestured with it a few times. The Devouring Demon Jar trembled slightly, and the ghost face mark on it seemed to come alive, causing Duan De's eyelids to twitch a few times.

He had always felt that the Devouring Demon Jar was very strange. Seeing the strangeness of the Devouring Demon Jar, he felt that the imperial weapon deity inside the Devouring Demon Jar seemed to be awake and watching everything. A cold air rose directly from the tip of the dragon's tail along his spine, making Duan De shiver violently.

The major powers also unleashed their supreme imperial weapons to protect their respective regions, knowing that the grand drama was about to begin.

"Haha, the Eight Legions left behind by the dignified Immortal Emperor actually have to borrow the ancient imperial weapon of another race to make a move. Didn't the Immortal Emperor leave the Immortal Heavenly Blade to the Emperor's son? It seems that I am still the person closest to the gods. He even left me a divine skin! Praise be to the Emperor."

He Lang burst into laughter, and a chaotic immortal light mixed with five-colored immortal radiance emerged from his body. The Demon Emperor Banner appeared above his head, scattering patches of Dao traces.

His sarcastic words made the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals' ancestral kings grow increasingly gloomy. This was also a mystery in their hearts: the Heavenly Emperor's son, as the only heir of the gods, did not possess the supreme immortal weapon left behind by the gods, and even the Undying Heavenly Blade had not appeared in the long years after the Heavenly Emperor's death, which was puzzling.

The Dao traces collided with the immortal light, obliterating the laws of the Great Dao. After the collision, the Dao traces of the Demon Emperor Banner obliterated the immortal light and neutralized the attack of the immortal soldiers within the Silver Moon Heavenly King's body.

This result made the Silver Moon Heavenly King frown. Even if he did not fully activate the Ancient Emperor Weapon, the immortal light of the Ancient Emperor Weapon should not have been suppressed in the collision. That was the manifestation of the Ancient Emperor's Great Dao, but it was only refined from the remains of the Heavenly Emperor and did not have the Heavenly Emperor's Great Dao condensed within it.

He sensed the strangeness of the Demon Emperor Banner and became wary.

"Revive the ancient imperial weapon within you. Aren't you all clamoring to bring back the remains of the Immortal Emperor? It's right here, come and take it."

After He Lang finished speaking, he directly used the "Soldier" secret technique to control the Demon Emperor Banner, unleashing extreme killing intent that suppressed the Eight Legions, nearly annihilating them in a single blow.

"Do you really think you can challenge the world just because you possess a forbidden artifact? You are incredibly arrogant."

Silver Moon Heavenly King's cold and ruthless voice echoed between heaven and earth. Purple immortal light appeared in his body, and a string of purple-gold bells flew out from the immortal platform between his eyebrows. As he poured in his magic power, the purple-gold bells bloomed with thousands of strands of immortal light, transforming into a purple-gold true dragon, which suppressed He Lang's head.

This is the Myriad Dragon Bell, an ancient imperial weapon from the Myriad Dragon Nest. It was borrowed from the Myriad Dragon Nest by a descendant of the Eight Divine Generals, who was granted a supreme immortal treasure and given it to him. The Myriad Dragon Bell, which is made entirely of divine traces and purple gold, resounds with a booming sound as it shakes. Strands of Dao principles fall down and fly over to entwine with the Demon Emperor Banner, thus binding the Demon Emperor Banner with the ultimate Dao divine principles.

"Did you really think we were unprepared? Die!"

The Eight Divine Generals, who had previously called for the Silver Moon Heavenly King to make a move, smiled coldly upon seeing this and reached out his large hand towards He Lang, intending to crush He Lang to death. Meanwhile, the Silver Moon Heavenly King took advantage of the gap in the confrontation between the two immortal weapons to bring the Heavenly Emperor's son to his side.

After briefly sensing the Emperor's son's condition, he also reached out to grab He Lang. "Don't kill him completely. Let me extract his primordial spirit and refine it under the divine fire every day!"

The Silver Moon King said with utter indifference.

The foundation of the Emperor's son has been completely destroyed!
However, the ancient Heavenly King withdrew his outstretched hand even faster the next moment, and disappeared with the Heavenly Emperor's son, reappearing a thousand miles away from Purple Mountain.

"what!"

On the Purple Mountain Battle Platform, the Ancestral King's hand, which had just grasped He Lang, began to transform into strands of Great Dao Divine Laws and Order Divine Chains, merging into He Lang's body.

Then the change spread throughout the entire body of this Ancestral King. In the blink of an eye, the Ancestral King transformed into a humanoid ball of light, burning brightly. The divine flames of order illuminated the heavens and the earth, and the traces of the Dao spread.

This Ancestral King was undergoing transformation, and after a moment it transformed into a ball of light flowing with the laws and order of the Ancestral King. Then the ball of light surged into He Lang's body, increasing his aura.

At this moment, a faint holy aura emanated from He Lang's physical body, breaking the chasm between the mortal and the immortal.

An Ancestral King died in such a bizarre way, killed by a Dao-Slaying King in a strange manner. His Great Dao and Origin were taken away, benefiting others, leaving the beings who witnessed this scene feeling extremely cold.

This is defying the laws of immortality! Unbelievable, incomprehensible.

"Purple Spirit King".

The other four descendants of the Eight Divine Generals, upon witnessing this scene, went completely mad. They never expected that such a change would occur at this final moment, and that an invincible, ancient ancestral king would die in this era. He was their brother and comrade-in-arms.

They unleashed their sacred weapons to suppress He Lang, their sacred might undisguised, causing the mountains and rivers of the Northern Region to sink and chaos to permeate the air. At the same time, they used their divine arts to attack He Lang, seeking revenge for the previous ancestral king.

"It seems your preparations are not as thorough as mine."

He Lang shouted at the four Ancestral Kings who were attacking him. Then his aura changed. Holy might emerged from his body, suppressing the eight directions and six realms. All the laws of the universe descended, and boundless Dao energy covered him. He was like a primordial god who had walked out of the heavens, pushing the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to move forward.

"So what if you are in the Holy Realm? Today you will all perish! You will become stepping stones on my path of cultivation."

"The Great Way changes!"

He Lang roared and unleashed a peerless secret technique.

Myriad Daos appeared in He Lang's palm, propelled by him, transforming into an eternal celestial radiance, causing the Great Dao Laws of this world to be reorganized, changed, and transformed.

The unparalleled power of the four ancestral kings was disintegrated under his palm. The Dao and the Law were ineffective, losing their unparalleled might. Even their origins were dormant, as if dried up, and their immortal holy weapons were turning into ordinary iron.

What kind of Dharma is this?

Despite their best efforts, the four ancestral kings could not suppress the changes within themselves. They returned to their weakest state and were unable to use any divine power.

Order chains flowed between He Lang's fingers as he raised his hand and unleashed four beams of immortal light, piercing through the platforms of the four Ancestral Kings and obliterating their primordial spirits.

The four Ancestral Kings lay dead in the void, their bodies beginning to transform into the Dao, turning into blazing holy flames. In an instant, only the most refined essence of the saints remained, drifting into He Lang's body. The four holy weapons also completely turned into ordinary iron and fell onto the battle platform.

"hiss!"

Everywhere in the world, there were hissing sounds of people gasping for breath.

(End of this chapter)