A domineering, supremely yang force erupted from the golden sun, transforming into a storm of golden energy that surged toward the seven Bone Clan Venerables.
Amplified by the combined power of dozens of formidable guards, the golden sun unleashed extraordinary might. Waves of supreme power rippled, shattering the space in its path.
Seeing the golden storm approach, the seven Venerables swiftly shifted to a defensive formation, focusing on countering the Twin Kings’ assault while allocating some power to resist the storm.
One Venerable produced a crystalline bone fan, its material unknown but clearly forged from the bones of an extraordinary creature.
Infused with dark power, the fan’s surface glowed with hundreds of thousands of king-level inscriptions. With a wave, it released a pitch-black gale against the golden storm.
“Boom!”
The golden storm was unstoppable, instantly engulfing the gale.
Simultaneously, the Golden Sun Twin Kings charged, their golden cauldron trembling. A golden crow soared, merging with the storm’s power, breaking through the Venerables’ formation.
“Bang! Bang!”
Three Venerables were flung back, one crashing into the spatial wall, sending ripples outward.
For ordinary Saint Kings, such an impact would have caused severe injury.
Yet, the bone bodies of these three remained intact, their dark aura and yin qi only partially dispersed.
This was because their origins were extraordinary—crafted from Great Saint bones, they were nearly indestructible.
“Damn it! It’s supreme power. He has a Supreme Saint Artifact!” a humanoid bone Venerable, radiating holy light, roared as it rose.
Enveloped in supreme power, the Blazing Sun Prince issued a commanding order: “Blazing Sun Civilization cultivators, eliminate them. Leave none alive.”
His gaze then fixed on the figure atop the Heavenly Demon Mountain. Carrying the might of supreme power, he rapidly ascended.
Both the mountain and the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription were treasures. How could he let Zhang Ruochen take them?
As the divine grandson of the Blazing Sun Civilization’s old Heavenly Lord, the Prince excelled in all aspects. His body and saint soul were forged to be immensely powerful, capable of withstanding the mountain’s domain.
While climbing, he called out, “Zhang Ruochen, the seven Bone Clan Venerables are formidable. Shall we ally?”
Zhang Ruochen paused, turning to look down at the swiftly ascending Prince.
The Prince smiled warmly, saying, “The Hell Realm is dominant. You alone can’t oppose them. But with my aid, things would be different.”
“The Blazing Sun Civilization and the Heavenly Court are allies, meant to jointly resist the Hell Realm. Befriend us, and no one will dare touch you easily.”
His words were sincere, almost impossible to refuse.
Zhang Ruochen appeared contemplative, not responding immediately.
Seeing this, a subtle glint flashed in the Prince’s eyes. He climbed with full effort.
Soon, he reached the stone steps, closing in on Zhang Ruochen and Little Black.
“Brother Zhang’s achievements are legendary, renowned across the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm. I’ve long admired you and finally have the chance to meet,” the Prince said, stepping onto the stairs.
The steps were far more challenging, the demonic aura crashing like stars.
The Prince activated his bloodline power, golden light emanating from his flesh, his skin turning gold, as if he’d achieved an indestructible body.
Though not a divine son, the old Heavenly Lord’s potent bloodline, even across a generation, rivaled typical divine blood. Favored by the Heavenly Lord, the Prince was baptized in divine blood and tempered with countless treasures, making his foundation stronger than many divine sons.
Finally, he reached the step where Zhang Ruochen and Little Black stood, maintaining his warm smile. His noble aura flowed naturally, like clouds drifting in the sky.
“The seven Venerables are formidable. Neither of us can handle them alone. But together, we could slay them,” he said earnestly.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the ongoing battle below, assessing both sides.
An opportunity.
The Prince’s smile remained, but his eyes surged with killing intent. He suddenly swung a golden fist at Zhang Ruochen’s head.
His strike was swift and ruthless, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
“Zhang Ruochen, you shouldn’t have to die. Blame yourself for being here.”
The Black Demon Realm’s attack on the Blood God Sect was widely known. The Prince knew the *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription* was vital to the Kunlun Realm and that Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t let him take it.
Since Zhang Ruochen was an obstacle, he had to be eliminated. His earlier words were merely to lower Zhang Ruochen’s guard.
As for an alliance…
The Prince never considered Zhang Ruochen. Thousand Star Civilization, Heavenly Dragon Realm—any of them were stronger allies.
The mountain’s domain suppressed saint qi, forcing reliance on physical strength. The Prince, confident in his body, believed he could crush Zhang Ruochen.
The attack was abrupt. Who could have predicted the Prince’s sudden betrayal, flipping from sincerity to violence faster than turning a page?
At the peak of the Heaven-Connecting Realm, one step from the Near-Path Realm, the Prince’s physique and bloodline gave him strength surpassing most Near-Path Realm cultivators.
“Die!” he roared, his face cold, devoid of any smile.
But at that moment, a sharp glint flashed in Zhang Ruochen’s eyes. His body shifted instantly, and he struck with a palm.
A surge of yang energy erupted from him, converging in his palm, forming a dragon-elephant shape. Dragon roars and elephant trumpets echoed, dispersing the demonic aura flowing from the peak.
“You…” The Prince’s pupils constricted, retreating rapidly.
Zhang Ruochen had been on guard, as if anticipating the attack.
“Bang!”
Though the Prince reacted quickly, Zhang Ruochen’s dragon-elephant strike hit him.
Blood trickled from the Prince’s mouth. Despite his robust physique, he couldn’t withstand Zhang Ruochen’s blood-fueled palm.
Had he not retreated and channeled blood qi to his chest, his injuries would have been worse.
Zhang Ruochen radiated a powerful aura, his blood qi surging outward, manifesting terrifying phenomena.
Locking onto the Prince with an icy gaze, he said, “Did you think I’d believe your nonsense? In my eyes, the Blazing Sun Civilization is no different from the Hell Realm—just plunderers. Ally with you? You’re dreaming!”
“With this emperor here, none of you will touch the Kunlun Realm’s treasures,” Little Black sneered, eyes full of disdain.
The Prince clutched his chest, a flicker of wariness in his eyes, though he remained defiant. “Zhang Ruochen, I underestimated you. But you alone can’t take the *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription*.”
Leaving those words, he rushed down the mountain. “I’ll wait below. Even if you take it, it’ll end up mine.”
Zhang Ruochen’s strength far exceeded his expectations.
Unable to kill him and seize the inscription alone, he’d rely on the Twin Kings. No matter Zhang Ruochen’s prowess, he wouldn’t leave this space alive.
“Your fate isn’t for you to decide, but yours is for me,” Zhang Ruochen said, a terrifying killing intent erupting.
He moved, faster than the Prince, like a humanoid tyrannosaur, closing in instantly. A domineering fist struck.
“What are you doing? You… you dare try to kill me?” The Prince’s hair stood on end, his scalp tingling. He turned, throwing a punch to block.
“Bang!”
Fiery red blood qi clashed with golden blood qi, sending the Prince flying.
Zhang Ruochen’s blood qi was blazing, like it could burn the heavens, overpowering the Prince’s golden blood qi, evaporating most of it instantly.
“Zhang Ruochen is this terrifying? I’ve tempered my body with countless treasures since childhood, achieving an indestructible form, yet I’m no match. What kind of monster is he? His reputation is well-earned. I’m not his opponent now. I must escape,” the Prince thought, shaken by Zhang Ruochen’s power.
Desperate to flee the mountain and seek the Twin Kings’ protection, he could think of nothing else.
“Escape? Not with this emperor here!” As the Prince thought this, a massive flaming wing appeared, flipping him mid-air.
Zhang Ruochen drew the Abyss Ancient Sword, slashing at the tumbling Prince.
“Stop!” The Twin Kings, eyes blazing, tried to intervene.
But they were below, unable to reach the peak. Their attacks were neutralized by the sealing talisman.
Ignoring them, Zhang Ruochen drove the sword with powerful intent. Though saint qi was suppressed, the strike tore a faint spatial rift.
The Prince’s eyes filled with fear. Mid-air, unable to dodge, he channeled all his blood qi to form a barrier.
“Swish!”
The Abyss Ancient Sword sliced through the blood qi effortlessly.
Its momentum unabated, it struck the Prince.
Golden divine runes appeared on his body, surging with divine power, blocking the sword.
The Prince grunted, blood trickling from his mouth.
Zhang Ruochen’s attack was too strong, even divine runes couldn’t fully block it.
“Hahaha, Zhang Ruochen, my grandfather’s divine runes protect me. You can’t kill me!” the Prince laughed angrily.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the runes. “Impressive, but they won’t save you.”
He flashed forward, activating the Fire God Armor with Truth Mysteries.
A blaze of divine fire gathered in his left hand, striking with full force.
The Prince, unable to dodge, raised his arms to block.
“Bang!”
The fiery fist landed squarely.
Divine fire surged, engulfing the Prince.
The Fire God Armor, activated by Mysteries rather than saint qi, was perfect for this moment.
“What is this fire? How is it so terrifying?” The Prince retreated, fear in his eyes.
The divine runes were melting rapidly under the fire.
“Die!” Zhang Ruochen swung his sword again.
“Swish!”
Without the runes, the Prince’s armor couldn’t withstand the strike. His body was cleaved diagonally in two.
Yet, as a top Saint King, his vitality was tenacious. His severed body could be reattached with saint medicine, and his saint soul was hard to destroy.
Terror filled the Prince’s face. “No… don’t kill me. Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”
“Too late!” Zhang Ruochen’s killing intent was chilling.
Sensing no mercy, the Prince’s expression turned ferocious. “Kill me, and the Blazing Sun Civilization won’t spare you. Your end will be miserable!”
Zhang Ruochen, unmoved, swung his sword without hesitation.
Enemies, regardless of status, received no mercy. As for consequences, he’d offended many powers—what was one more?
Letting the Prince live would only bring more trouble.
“Pfft!”
The Abyss Ancient Sword sliced through the Prince’s head like tofu.
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Meanwhile, in the thunder storm battlefield, the treasure’s emergence intensified the chaos. Lin Xiao, having slain the handsome Cao Clan youth, rallied the Holy City forces.
The mysterious petrified force struck again, aiding their assault on the Nether Heaven Demon Palace remnants. The beast tide waned under their relentless attacks.
As the thunder storm’s light blazed, a massive shadow emerged—a dragon-shaped artifact radiating supreme power.
“The Dragon God Relic!” Lin Xiao’s eyes gleamed.
The Holy City and surviving Nether Heaven Demon Palace disciples, along with hidden powerhouses, converged, ready to fight for the relic.
Lin Xiao, gripping his Yaoguang Broken Sword, prepared for the ultimate battle, knowing the petrified force’s owner might reveal themselves soon.
