Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Come!"

With a roar, the ancient raging bull unleashed a burst of powerful blood energy, and an exaggeratedly huge battle axe materialized in its rough hand. It gripped it tightly and smashed it to the ground in an instant.

"Boom!!"

Countless sharp, blood-red crystalline spikes rose from the ground in an instant, turning a corner of the battlefield into a blood-red inferno.

"Old ghost, you're crippled like this, and you still want to compete with me? You're not worthy!"

Cang Yan roared, his voice booming with unimaginable power, causing many blood crystals to crack and nearly shatter.

He wielded a sword that glowed with purple light and lightning, and immediately engaged in battle with the Primordial Wild Bull.

The hatred between the two races erupted to its peak the moment their weapons clashed.

"Roar!!"

A primal and frenzied roar erupted from the old man's throat as he swung his battle axe with both arms, striking Cang Yan with a single blow.

There are no tricks involved.

Pure power combined with unavoidable speed creates the simplest and most powerful killing move, and its weapon is a manifestation of the blood energy within the body, ensuring that as long as the life is preserved, the weapon will not be destroyed.

"Boom!!!"

As a member of the divine race, Cang Yan prides himself on being a descendant of gods. He is of noble birth, and every drop of his blood is precious, symbolizing the supreme honor of his ancestors. For the sake of that inherited honor, he would never back down.

"clang--!"

"boom!!"

Two afterimages collided fiercely, and angry roars echoed across the battlefield. In a mere fraction of a second, the two sides exchanged thousands of blows, with various sharp and dazzling lights filling the entire battlefield, blood splattering, and flesh mangled.

We will not back down.

We will not compromise.

On one side are powerful beings from an ancient species, and on the other side are legendary Dao Lords from the divine race. They are exceptionally united in their determination to kill each other, and even if it means bloodshed and injury, they will not compromise or back down.

"Boom boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

A surge of blood energy spread across the dueling arena, and a blur flew out, coughing up blood, his hair disheveled—it was none other than Cang Yan.

After more than 20,000 fierce battles, His physical body was nearing its limit and could not withstand the monstrous strength of the bull, ultimately suffering a great loss.

The old man, his body steaming with blood-red vapor, had a terrifyingly cruel look in his eyes. Seizing an opening, he swung his axe forward with tremendous force, draining all the strength from his body in that instant.

"Pfft!"

Cang Yan's eyes rolled back and his limbs twitched as he was struck, almost letting out a wail. His face was contorted as he endured the blow, trying to dissipate the immense force.

However, the next moment.

"Oh!"

His body exploded on the spot, turning into a puddle of mud.

The ancient ox was panting heavily; it was old and had reached its end.

If it were in its prime, it could have killed this junior within ten moves with all its might, instead of fighting for tens of thousands of moves and almost being defeated due to exhaustion.

"Old ghost, you really are a beast, you've angered me..."

A chilling sound rang out, and the flesh and blood in the dueling arena instantly evaporated. Cang Yan was reborn and returned, changing his previous appearance to an awakened form with three heads and six arms, his body surrounded by dense lightning.

This is clearly the state of divine bloodline burning, which manifests as having three heads and six arms, and it will not be used except in dire circumstances.

Clearly, without unleashing his bloodline power, Cang Yan himself didn't feel confident of defeating the aged old bull-headed man.

The powerful members of the gods and ancient humans watching from the sidelines all gasped in shock. They had not expected this scene to happen. How could a mere dying beast have driven one of their clan's top ten Dao Lords to the brink of despair?

"Our predecessors, just how difficult it was to fight against these monsters at their peak..."

Someone said with an uneasy expression.

"He's almost at his limit... that old ox."

At the same time, the Soul Sound Ancient Spider also noticed many clues. The old savage bull was extremely weak in its normal state, burning its lifespan to gain temporary combat power. However, its lifespan was getting shorter and shorter, and its strength was gradually declining. It could not last long.

"Boom!!!"

Then, the situation on the duel field reversed. Cang Yan, with three heads and six arms and wielding various Dao weapons, continuously released his divine powers, completely suppressing the Mang Niu and constantly dragging out the time, trying to wear it down.

This move is the most reliable, so reliable that even after the old man fought hard several times, it was all in vain.

About twenty minutes later, Cang Yan was still at his peak, while the Primordial Wild Bull only had one-third of its previous strength. Its skin became increasingly dry and fragile, and appeared to be carbonized with numerous cracks.

"Old ghost, your era is over!"

"Offer your neck for slaughter!"

Cang Yan intensified his offensive, unleashing a barrage of spells like a violent storm. In an instant, the exhausted old ox was forced to retreat step by step, covered in wounds. Many of his organs and bones were shattered, and he staggered unsteadily, as if he would be defeated at any moment.

"I know what you want to do...."

Suddenly, the ancient ox, realizing it was no match for the enemy, laughed instead.

"However, I won't give...you...that chance..."

Having said that, its broken left hand condensed into a blood-red blade, which it thrust without hesitation toward the place where the souls resided, the space between its eyebrows above its head, intending to end its own life.

"!!!"

"You beast! How dare you!"

Cang Yan's expression was cold. He was determined to capture this person alive. He burst out with unprecedented speed, stepped forward and cut off the old man's left arm with his sword. At the same time, he pierced the old man's throat with his spear, pressing him firmly against the barrier of the dueling arena.

"Pfft!"

Yellowish, even nearly black, dried blood flowed from the wound. In a fleeting moment of lucidity, the old man wore a hearty smile. Though he could not utter a sound, his savage and ferocious eyes were filled with cruelty.

"boom!!"

The next instant, it activated the sword talisman given by the Primordial Sword Grass, and countless brilliant sword beams bloomed between the two, as if it were the beginning of a universe, a chaotic explosion.

"Boom!!!"

The terrifying sword energy swept across the entire area with overwhelming force. Each sword energy contained extreme power, and there were countless such sword energies, all of which were completely devoured by Cang Yan and the Primordial Wild Bull.

"what!!!"

Cang Yan howled in agony, and the magical artifacts he wore on his body shattered one by one, unable to withstand the baptism of sword energy.

In the blink of an eye, flesh and blood shattered, and body and soul were annihilated!

In that sharp and fierce storm of sword energy, any chance of survival was wiped out. Cang Yan, a legendary Dao Lord of the middle generation of the Divine Race, perished!

Accompanying Him to the Yellow Springs was the Primordial Bull, one of the ten ancestral-level powerhouses of the demon race in the Primordial War, a living fossil creature spanning nearly 30,000 years of life.

Chapter 649 An Era Where Kings and Emperors Coexist

The battlefield was bloody, and the onlookers remained silent.

Both sides perished in this battle. When the storm of sword energy dissipated, there was no longer the old man laughing heartily, nor the spirited Cangyan Daojun. All that remained were scattered pieces of flesh and sticky blood, and bone fragments turned to dust, painting the arena with a tragic crimson hue.

"Wow!"

Jiang Mo gazed at the dueling arena, and with a gentle flick of his left hand, countless scattered blood energies were gathered back into his fingertips, forming a bright red blood bead containing a rich blood essence. As he carefully refined it, removing impurities, the blood bead's energy became increasingly pure.

In a moment, the pearl was formed.

Jiang Mo casually handed it to Yao Wang, who was standing to the side.

"If you submit to it, you will inherit a significant portion of that senior's power."

"This...this is..."

"Thank you, my friend!"

Yao Wang was overjoyed to receive the blood bead, only to be surprised to find that it was full of the blood essence of the ancient savage bull, without any trace of the blood essence of the ancient human race. In the former case, with its blood essence depleted, it would have been impossible to condense such an amazing blood bead.

The only possibility is that Jiang Mo transformed the opponent's blood energy into blood energy of the same origin as that of the Primordial Savage Bull through his own means.

"Gulu!"

Without any hesitation, Yao Wang pinched the blood droplet between his hands and flicked it into his mouth, swallowing it into his throat and abdomen. Instantly, the supernatural powers within his body began to circulate, frantically refining that astonishing blood energy.

Seeing Jiang Mo and Taotie's actions, the twenty-two Dao Lords, ninety-four Divine Generals, and the Moon Reflection Divine Emperor of the Primordial Human Race all looked rather grim, as if they were on the verge of exploding.

"Do you want to continue?"

The ancient sword grass asked a question.

This was a kind-looking old man, even a little hunched over, with gentle eyes, devoid of any sharpness, and a weathered face as rough as marble weathered by time.

At this moment, it silently observed the situation of the enemy camp. It is no exaggeration to say that, given Cang Yan's death, the Dao Lords who will appear next will not be careless. As long as they are cautious enough, their own rulers will be worn down and unable to kill them in a short time.

Unless, of course, you are the one who takes the stage.

At the same time, the Moon Reflecting Goddess also seemed to consider the matter carefully. She lowered her eyes, her gaze settling on the Demon Refining Pot in Taotie's hand, and smiled faintly:

"Do you want to continue playing?"

"Okay."

"How about we wager the artifact in its possession for the next round? If our side wins, we ask that you return Senior Xuanxi's remnant soul to us. If we lose, it is because we are not capable enough, and we will be at your mercy."

"I have no objection," said the Ancient Sword Grass calmly.

"Neither do we." The other four rulers agreed.

The remaining Yao Wang was somewhat undecided. Since the Demon Refining Pot didn't belong to him, he looked to Jiang Mo for advice.

"Young friend, how is it?"

"can."

"It's not unreasonable for a mere wisp of remnant soul to add some excitement to this fight."

Jiang Mo nodded, signaling everyone to continue.

"Who's coming to the next show?"

"I."

A divine general slowly emerged from the divine race's camp. He was an elderly man with an aura as vast as the ocean, yet as calm and unhurried as a river or stream.

He wore a crimson-gold battle armor, and his weapon was a majestic divine sword with a thick and sharp blade. He exuded an aura of invincibility.

Zhao Ling, a divine general, is one of the strongest divine generals of the Moon Reflection lineage of the Divine Clan. He is at the Dao Lord realm and specializes in the Dao of the Blade. He and the Primordial Sword Grass, who specializes in the Dao of the Sword, are natural enemies.

"And I."

Immediately afterwards, another Dao Lord from the Primordial Human Race stepped forward, named Heavenly Book Dao Lord. Surrounded by scrolls, military books, paper and brush, and still flowing gray ink, he was handsome and gentle. He stepped into the dueling arena with ease.

Compared to Cang Yan in the previous battle, this person is even stronger!

"Oh?"

"You two... Hehe, let me have a go with you juniors."

On the side of the Overlord camp, the Primordial Sword Grass was in charge of the battle. The other Overlords wanted to help, but it stopped them, saying that in their current state, they were no match for the Dao Lords and Divine Generals on the other side, and would only be a burden if they went.

"call out!"

The afterimage of the Primordial Sword Grass vanished in an instant, appearing in the dueling arena. It looked at its two opponents with gentle kindness, then asked the distant Divine Race camp:

Is there anything else?

"Two people like you are no match for this old man..."

Even in a life-or-death battle, with life hanging in the balance, the old man remained calm and composed, chatting and laughing.

"Since you have spoken, senior, then this junior will step forward to fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more divine generals fell into the dueling arena like shooting stars. These were the best among the divine generals, not much worse than the twenty-odd Dao Lords, or even indistinguishable.

"One more person, please."

The Ancient Sword Grass extended a finger in a gesture.

"Senior, your arrogance is simply too disrespectful... I'll do it!"

Displeased with the old man's nonchalant demeanor, a Dao Lord of the Divine Race decisively stepped in. He was agile, wielding two blades, and his movements were swift and unpredictable, suggesting he was a master of assassination.