If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

The smiles of Master Hu and Zhao Yu froze completely the moment Shen Miaochu finished speaking.

Zhao Yu's smugness turned into a ferocious expression. He stared intently at Shen Miaochu, who stood side by side with Zhao Yu, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

"You bitch!"

A furious curse shattered the eerie silence of the scene.

"You'll regret this! Once I've captured this beggar, I'll make you the lowest of prostitutes in the Great Liang Dynasty!!"

Enraged, Zhao Yu could no longer maintain his imperial dignity and completely abandoned all pretense of civility.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Master Hu beside him.

"Master Hu, make your move. Don't disappoint me."

Master Hu fell silent.

He looked at Shen Miaochu on the opposite bank, the niece he had adopted from his elder brother.

A moment later, the complex emotions in his eyes were replaced by a resolute look.

"Miaochu, don't blame your master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out an ancient bronze bowl from his bosom.

The bowl was small, just big enough to hold in one's hand, but its body was covered with densely packed river patterns, emanating a chilling aura of power.

Shen Miaochu's pupils suddenly contracted, and she gasped in shock.

"The Thousand River Bowl?! This is the long-lost treasure of the Taixu Temple, Master, how could you...?"

Before she could finish speaking, the bronze bowl had already flown out of her hand and was suspended in mid-air.

The Thousand River Bowl shone brightly, and streams of illusory water gushed out from it, instantly covering an area of ​​a hundred paces in radius.

The Lianghe River seemed to be pulled by something, surging upwards and forming a huge water curtain around Zhao Yu and the others, completely trapping them inside.

"Protect His Majesty!"

Meng Qianshan shouted loudly and, without thinking, swung his longsword at the water curtain.

But then a strange thing happened.

His powerful sword energy struck the water curtain, but it was as if he had struck thin air, passing right through without causing the slightest ripple.

Zhao Yu frowned. He realized that this was not an attack method, but something else entirely.

Spatial transfer!

The water curtain spun faster and faster, and those trapped inside felt dizzy and disoriented as the scene before them rapidly changed, blurring into a bizarre patchwork of colors.

When vision cleared again, everyone was stunned.

The damp riverbank beneath my feet was no longer a desolate plain.

The plains were barren, covered in yellow sand, and the surrounding area was vast and empty, with only the outline of the rolling mountains visible in the distance.

A dried-up riverbed extends to this point and then completely disappears.

This is the end of the Liang River.

"The Thousand River Bowl can instantly teleport a thousand miles along a river..." Shen Miaochu said with a grim expression, explaining the function of this imperial artifact.

Zhao Yu's heart sank; he hadn't expected the other party to possess such a treasure.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Yu's maniacal laughter came from not far away.

He stood a hundred paces away from Master Hu, Eunuch Hai, and others.

Behind them stood hundreds of figures, each emanating a terrifying aura of the Celestial Realm.

"So many Celestial Realm beings?!"

Meng Baishan gasped, completely stunned.

"How is this possible?!"

It should be noted that in the entire Great Liang Dynasty, there were only about twenty Celestial Realm experts openly displayed.

"You stinking beggar, are you surprised? Unexpected, aren't you?"

Zhao Yu's face was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"These are all offerings that I secretly recruited from various sects in the martial arts world over the past ten years! Today, this place will be your burial ground!"

Behind him, a powerful expert at the Celestial Realm stepped forward with a cold smile.

"A mere few people dare to oppose His Majesty?"

"You don't need to lift a finger; I, King Wu of the Shattering Mountain Palm, am enough!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already lunged forward and struck Zhao Yu with a palm.

The palm strike whistled through the air, carrying an overwhelming and destructive force.

Just as the palm strike was about to hit Zhao Yu, an immense and unparalleled aura suddenly erupted from Zhao Yu's body.

That was a dragon's might that originated from ancient times, vast and supreme!

"Kun Yuan Body Protection Technique, activate!"

Zhao Yu gave a low shout.

Nine illusory, earth-yellow dragons shot into the sky from his body, coiling and entwining around him.

Each dragon is tens of feet long, with clearly defined scales and flowing whiskers, making them incredibly lifelike.

boom!

The palm strike of that Celestial Realm expert landed squarely on the dragon shadow.

The expected screams did not occur.

His palm strike vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying recoil force surged up his arm.

Click!

puff!

He was struck as if by lightning, thrown more than ten feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground. His right hand was like mud, and his fate was unknown.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The fake emperor actually severely injured a veteran Celestial Realm expert with a mere wave of his hand?

Zhao Yu's maniacal laughter froze.

"Kun Yuan Body Protection Technique...beginner level?! You...where did you get the Earth Dragon bloodline?!"

He himself possesses a high concentration of earth dragon bloodline and has cultivated this technique for many years, but only recently managed to condense a faint earth dragon phantom that is almost invisible.

But this beggar in front of us has directly condensed nine incredibly solid earth dragons!

Sit down!

Zhao Yu glanced indifferently at the group of stunned Celestial Realm experts, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"this one?"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of the other two Celestial Realm experts.

He didn't even use any special moves; he simply raised his hand and threw two punches.

Before the force of the punch arrives, the dragon's might precedes it.

The two men were suppressed by the dragon's might, their bodies stiffened, unable to even make the most basic reactions, and were hit solidly in the chest by two fist gusts, following in the footsteps of the first person.

"This...this isn't the bloodline of the Earth Dragon!"

Master Hu's expression changed drastically. He finally recognized the source of the aura on Zhao Yu's body, and his voice even changed tone.

"This is the bloodline of the First Dragon! The legendary First Dragon lineage, which was said to have been severed long ago!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Shen Miaochu's beautiful eyes gleamed with surprise; she never imagined that Zhao Yu had been hiding his true intentions so well.

Meng Qianshan and his son Meng Baishan were so excited that they trembled all over.

The bloodline of the First Dragon!

They've chosen the right person to follow! This is the true Son of Heaven!

Zhao Yu's face was ashen, and his teeth were grinding together.

"So what if I have the bloodline of the First Dragon? I have a second trump card!"

He roared at Master Hu.

"Let's do it!"

Master Hu looked troubled, but still took out five jade bottles from his bosom.

He crushed the jade bottles one by one, and five clumps of blood of different colors floated in the air.

Then, he made hand seals, chanted incantations, activated his technique, and drew upon celestial phenomena.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically.

The once bright sky suddenly darkened, and a black 'sun' appeared out of nowhere, swallowing the real sun.

Tengu eats the day!

A strange and chilling power descended from the sky, enveloping the entire plain.

Under the suppression of this force, all those with dragon bloodline felt their power rapidly draining away.

The nine majestic earth dragon phantoms surrounding Zhao Yu began to tremble violently, and their light dimmed at a visible speed.

His expression changed slightly as he clearly felt that the immense power of the Primordial Dragon bloodline within him was being suppressed, leaving him with less than one-tenth of its original strength.

On the other side, Zhao Yu was also deathly pale and swaying precariously.

His earth dragon bloodline concentration was extremely high, and the weakening he was experiencing at this moment was also extremely severe.

However, this suppression is more severe the higher the bloodline concentration.

Therefore, compared to Zhao Yu, his condition is actually much better.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Yuqiang, struggling to stay upright, let out a morbid, maniacal laugh.

"This Heavenly Dog Devours the Sun Treasure, which is specifically designed to counter all dragon bloodlines in the world!"

"You filthy beggar, so what if your primordial dragon bloodline is strong? Now, you're still going to obediently accept your death!"