In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

This place is not far from the Yaochi Holy Land, only within a thousand miles, and the sound came from the direction of Yaochi.

"Fellow Daoists of Blood Phoenix Mountain, do you really intend to go to such lengths?"

Hundreds of miles away, a pillar of light pierced the sky and the earth, with crystal-clear runes floating around it. Inside the pillar was an old woman holding a long sword and dressed in the attire of the Jade Pool, whose saintly aura spread in all directions like the sea.

This is a previously unseen semi-saint from Yaochi, holding a legendary sacred artifact in his hand.

But the one who blocked her way was also a half-saint, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with blood-red divine wings on his back, his whole body was like phoenix blood and crimson gold, he was tall and strong, holding a crimson spear, confronting the Yaochi half-saint.

The Blood Phoenix Mountain Half-Saint narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with cold light, but he chuckled softly, "Fellow Daoists of Yaochi, you're all just young people playing around. There's no Yaochi successor among you, so why get angry?"

"That was a prodigy of our human race, yet the ancient clan forcibly ambush and kill him. Is this an attempt to start a full-scale war with our race?!" Yaochi Half-Saint rebuked.

The Blood Phoenix Mountain Half-Saint chuckled and said, "So what?"

"Fine...fine..." Yaochi Half-Saint laughed in exasperation, his longsword trembling violently, an astonishing aura reviving, like an unparalleled ferocious beast.

The legendary artifact has fully revived! Even Ye Fan, Ji Haoyue, and the others who were engaged in battle could sense that aura.

Ji Zi glanced at it only once before turning her attention away and focusing on fighting Huang Xudao.

It's just a legendary artifact; if one is determined to annihilate the few remaining peerless geniuses of the Eastern Wilderness human race, then one would need an imperial weapon.

"boom!"

High above the heavens, two half-saints headed towards the outer realm, but before they had fully arrived, they began to fight.

The dazzling sword light clashed fiercely with the sea of ​​blood-red spears, engaging in continuous duels. Both were semi-saints from the lineage of the Great Emperor, their strength comparable, neither willing to yield.

But before one wave subsided, another arose.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, the powerful members of the Ji and Jiang families who rushed to the scene after receiving the news were also stopped!

"Those scum from the Primordial Lake dare to harm our clan's Holy Lord! The Jiang family will fight them to the death!"

A furious roar traveled thousands of miles, echoing throughout the heavens and earth. A crimson furnace appeared in the sky, its outer walls engraved with mysterious and profound divine laws of fire.

Another legendary artifact, a replica of the Imperial Weapon Hengyu Furnace!

The Jiang family's semi-saint was also stopped, which sounded like it was the work of the Primordial Lake.

Jiang Yifei was only at the peak of the second level of immortality. It was extremely dangerous for him to fight against a Dao-slaying king. Even if he joined forces with the Holy Body, there was still a risk of him dying.

This made the Jiang family's half-saint even more anxious. With Jiang Taixu unable to take action, he was the strongest fighting force the Jiang family could muster. If he couldn't save Jiang Yifei, the future of the Jiang family would be bleak, and the Golden Age would fall behind step by step.

The Ji family also arrived. One figure stared at a replica of a void mirror, constantly traversing the void, trying to bypass those who were secretly obstructing them.

But unexpectedly, they stumbled into a golden world!

"Golden Clan!" The half-saint of the Ji family gritted his teeth, said nothing, and immediately took action.

Three directions, the lineages of the six ancient emperors...

Chapter 304 The Arrival

The battle between the Emperor's son and the Holy Prince has reached a fever pitch.

The two figures, like gods, clashed in the sky, each collision more violent and terrifying than the last.

The bloodlines of the Fighting Saint Emperor and the Undying Emperor clashed in the most primal and savage battle at this moment.

The Holy Prince's body was surging with golden blood, and he had perfected the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique to its limit. Every strike he made carried the will to create the world. Behind him, a blurry phantom of a Holy Emperor appeared and disappeared, and the howl of an ape shattered the sky. Countless Dao patterns were annihilated and reborn.

“My father is stronger than your father, and I will be stronger than you!” The Emperor’s son wore a purple-gold crown and was as handsome as a god. Five-colored light radiated from his body, and every ray of light could destroy everything.

The Emperor's son clasped his hands together, and a dazzling five-colored sword river appeared behind him—a forbidden sword technique belonging to the Undying Emperor.

Within the Five-Colored River of Blades, countless phantoms of divine phoenixes fluttered their wings, each feather engraved with ancient Dao principles.

The Heavenly Emperor's son, his black hair flying wildly, looked down arrogantly at the monkey before him: "Your Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique is indeed powerful, but it's still not enough."

He took a step forward, and a river of blades descended horizontally, like a silver river, covering the sky and the earth. Every wisp of blade light contained countless laws of the Dao, crushing towards the Holy Prince.

"You're just showing off because you're a descendant of the Eight Divine Generals left by your father. Give me some time, and I'll use this iron rod to crush those good-for-nothings one by one, leaving you all alone!"

The Holy Prince roared, his golden body surging, unleashing the terrifying potential of the Fighting Holy Ape to its limit. But the five-colored blade light was too heavy, like a divine mountain from the Primordial Era where the Undying Emperor preached, pressing down upon him!

"puff"

Although he withstood most of the damage, several blades still pierced through his golden body, leaving shocking wounds.

Golden blood splattered as the Holy Prince transformed into a streak of light and crashed into the ground, leaving behind a bottomless pit. But everyone knew he was not dead; thunderous breaths continued to emanate from the cave, like the breathing of a true dragon.

"Brother Monkey!" Ye Fan, who was fighting Yuan Gu in the distance, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened in fury.

But he was entangled with Yuan Gu and couldn't break free at all.

Even more terrifying, Ye Fan vaguely sensed that Yuan Gu was using his half-step Dao-Slaying strength to fight against him and Jiang Yifei, and was using the Yuanhuang Secret Technique to withstand their attacks.

The Heavenly Emperor descended slowly, watching the Holy Emperor leap out of the cave, his body covered in golden blood, his muscles and bones broken. His expression was as if he were looking at an ant.

"The Fighting Saint Emperor... If my father hadn't gone to the Immortal Realm, there would be no such thing as the Fighting Saint Emperor." The Heavenly Emperor's son's voice was very soft, but every word was enough for everyone present to hear.

Just like the Black Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor's son did not believe that the Immortal Emperor had passed away; he believed even more that his father had entered the Immortal Realm.

“When I was young, my father often looked into the depths of the universe. When I asked him why, he said that it was the path to the immortal realm and that he must have already become an immortal. I will follow in my father’s footsteps, become the only god of this era, and enter the immortal realm.”

"You are the first peerless prodigy to fall on my path to enlightenment."

He raised his hand, and countless chains of divine order extended from his palm, intertwining and transforming into a divine phoenix burning with immortal fire. It raised its head and cried out, sweeping out to completely incinerate the Holy Prince.

The Holy Prince raised his head and looked at the Heavenly Prince in mid-air. Two beams of golden light shot out from his crimson-gold eyes, like two divine lamps, as he looked at the enormous fiery phoenix.

He grinned and sneered, "You just used your father's unparalleled secret technique, so come and see my father's forbidden secret technique!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the ancient race members watching from afar all gasped in astonishment:

"Did the Holy Prince block the Heavenly Prince's forbidden secret technique without using any forbidden techniques?"

"How is this possible?!"

The Holy Prince soared into the sky, facing the Five-Colored Flame Phoenix directly. Golden blood energy swept across the heavens, and a forbidden aura emanated from his body, causing people's minds to tremble, as if they were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.

“If your father were alive, my father would not only smash his dojo, but also tear off his phoenix wings and eat them as wine!”

The Holy Prince's face was ferocious, revealing two beast teeth in his mouth. His originally dull golden hair began to shimmer, each strand like a crackling bolt of lightning. His powerful fighting spirit and terrifying killing intent surged like a tsunami.

"One becomes millions!"

The Fighting Ape roared, its fur falling off and fluttering, instantly transforming into a golden kingdom.

What's even more chilling is that within the blazing golden kingdom, countless figures appeared, each one like a real person, like an unparalleled demon emperor, their shadows overlapping and transforming into a sea of ​​people.

Each figure raised its hairy fist and unleashed a devastating blow.

Even Ye Fan and the others stopped fighting, and the three of them looked over here with solemn expressions.

"How is that possible? Every avatar is just like the real body, with the same combat power!"

"Although he didn't actually create tens of millions of avatars, he did have several thousand. How could the Heavenly Emperor's son withstand a combined attack from several thousand prodigies!"

Lu Yao stood on a cloud, solemnly looking at the forbidden techniques recorded in the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique.

This secret technique is no weaker than "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" and "One Thought Blooms a Flower," and it has an even more intense fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

Violent fluctuations swept in all directions as the two young supreme beings clashed, completely destroying the mining area. Countless spatial rifts continued to extend outwards from the sky.

This was a life-or-death struggle; the Holy Prince didn't care about winning or losing, he only wanted his opponent dead!

This suicidal, self-sacrificing fighting style directly shattered the Emperor's psychological bottom line.

"Pfft!"

A figure flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, scattering blood and broken bones across the sky. The purple-gold crown shattered and turned into streams of light that shot out in all directions.

"The Crown Prince has been defeated?"

Many experts from the Primordial Clan were taken aback. Then, an expert from the Primordial Clan who followed the lineage of the Undying Emperor let out a shrill cry:

"He is a son of the gods, he cannot possibly lose!"

No one can accept this ending. The Golden Heavenly Maiden, Huang Xudao, and the eighth-generation descendant of the Yuan Emperor were all fighting. How could you fall?

The Holy Prince floated in the sky, his body covered in wounds, and there was even a huge hole in his chest through which a heart could be seen beating.

"I know you're not dead." The Holy Prince activated his healing technique, opened his mouth and swallowed, drawing down the River of Starlight. The surging star power within his body transformed into life force, nourishing his injuries.

"Snapped"

A hand stained with five-colored blood crawled out of the pit. It never expected that the humiliation it had just inflicted on the other party would soon fall on its own.

The Heavenly Emperor's son was disheveled and in a sorry state, his injuries even more severe than those of the Fighting Saint Ape. Countless Dao principles emerged, transforming into five-colored divine flames that rose up and healed his injuries.

His eyes were filled with resentment: "You are humiliating me! How dare you humiliate me!"

The Holy Prince grinned, revealing two canine teeth, his face full of sarcasm: "You don't even dare to risk your life, you piece of trash!"

The voice was spoken casually, but to the Emperor's son it was like a thunderclap.

"You!" The Heavenly Emperor's son strode forward, his hands clasped together, performing an extremely complex and powerful secret technique—a secret technique from the Ancient Scripture of Gods!

"Your Highness! You must not strike again!"

A terrifying aura erupted from the distance, like an ancient divine mountain collapsing and pressing down!

The Fighting Saint's expression changed slightly. He turned his head and looked at the other side. His two eyes shot out dazzling golden light, like two real dragons.

Five half-ancestral kings, who were watching the battle from afar, flew over. Each of them was over ten feet tall and their bodies were engraved with divine patterns from the ancient times, exuding a breathtaking holy aura.

Some of them possess the horns of the ancestral dragon, others are covered in divine wings, and still others are enveloped in world-destroying lightning... Each and every one of them is the most loyal protector under the command of the Heavenly Emperor's son.

The leading semi-ancestral king was the most terrifying, his entire body as black as jet gold, his face angular as if carved by a knife, and two balls of emerald green flames burning in his eyes. With each step he took, the void within a radius of several miles could not withstand it and emitted a cracking sound.

"Your Highness, order your subordinates to kill him!"

The Half-Ancestor King's voice was deep and resonant, like the tolling of an ancient bell. He bowed slightly to the Heavenly Emperor's son, then turned to the Holy Emperor's son, his emerald green flames radiating a chilling killing intent.

The foundation of the Heavenly Emperor's son's Dao is crumbling. If he were to use forbidden divine arts to fight against others again, he would most likely suffer Dao injuries that are difficult to heal.

"Kill him!" The Heavenly Emperor's son's eyes were gloomy and full of killing intent. He no longer cared about the bloodline of the Fighting Saint Emperor and only wanted the other party to die!