It was as if a god had risen up again in the Wenshan Dao Sect. This punch was delivered on behalf of all the disciples of the Wenshan Dao Sect.

"Six-Star Imperial Vein!"

Not to be outdone, the Third Prince threw a punch straight at Jiang Yuan.

This is a contest between racial geniuses; whoever retreats loses racial prestige, which will severely damage the confidence of their respective clans. Therefore, with the outcome still undecided, there is no possibility of retreat.

As the two fists collided, explosions rang out continuously near Mount Wendao. The Nascent Soul Realm already possessed the power to move mountains and overturn seas, so the ordinary peaks next to Mount Wendao simply could not withstand such power and began to sway precariously.

"Nothing special!" The Third Prince actually had a slight advantage.

He did not know the true meaning of the Ancient God Fist.

"Yeah?"

Jiang Yuan's fist bled; this punch relied entirely on the Blood Dragon Secret Bone.

"I'll send you to hell!" Golden light emanated from the Third Prince's body; it was the invincible power of the Holy Spirit.

"Send me to hell?"

Jiang Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly and muttered, "Then I have to thank you a lot, but do you even know what a god is!"

"Ancient God!"

A will that absorbed the desolate essence of heaven and earth suddenly descended. Jiang Yuan was like an ancient god fighting in the ancient times. His aura was desolate, brutal, and annihilating.

The power of the Holy Spirit proved utterly ineffective before this ancient god's will, and the blood-red fist shattered the golden fist with overwhelming force.

Boom! Half of the Third Prince's body was smashed, and the Blood Dragon Secret Bone revived once again.

The former god stands on the territory it once protected; this will be the last display of its will.

"Blood Dragon!"

The agile Blood Dragon Soul completely converged on Jiang Yuan's right arm, and the red patterns that wrapped around it left the Wenshan Dao Sect disciples speechless for a long time.

The former guardian deity of the sect is now fighting for an outsider. No one can be blamed for this; the only one to blame is the incompetence of the Wenshan Dao Sect, which cannot even recognize its own guardian deity.

"Bone Secret - God!"

The Ancient God Fist has undergone a transformation; at this moment, the god is himself, and he will unleash his own will.

A red shadow flashed by, and the Third Prince, who had just repaired his body, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He saw an unstoppable red shadow rushing towards him. He felt death, the true descent of a god.

"Princess, save me!" At the last moment, the Third Prince crushed the jade pendant in his hand and then fought back fiercely.

However, the immense fortune behind the red shadow had already connected the entire Wenshan Dao Sect, and this punch gave the second stage of the Nascent Soul Realm no chance.

boom

A burst of blood bloomed in the air, but Jiang Yuan's expression did not lighten, because he did not sense the other party's death.

"Never mind, kill the others first!"

Jiang Yuan knew that someone of Sheng Hu's status must have extraordinary life-saving skills, making it very difficult to kill him. It would be better to kill his followers first.

The red shadow attacked Yan Hong and the others, and this time it truly turned into a killing spree.

The final burst of the Blood Dragon's power will surely occur amidst blood, for only blood can awaken the will of the Wenshan Daoist disciples.

Ninth level of the Divine Realm! Die!

Ninth level of the Divine Realm! Die again!

Five people were able to withstand a single blow from Jiang Yuan, who had merged with the Blood Dragon Secret Bone; the remaining nine people were killed one after another.

"As expected, you're still here!"

Jiang Yuan, who controlled space and time, quickly pulled the Third Prince out of the void. At this moment, the Third Prince's aura was weak, clearly indicating that the attack just now had seriously injured him.

"Since you've lost, then die!" Jiang Yuan showed no mercy and raised his hand to use the Bone Secret Technique to end the enemy before him.

The fist slammed down with incredible speed, and the Third Prince's eyes were filled with terror. But when the fist was only a hand's width away from his head, a force descended.

"Enough! They've already paid the price for their invasion!"

Jiang Yuan stopped punching, because if he had moved forward just one centimeter, the tip of the sword would have pierced his heart.

The two swords wailed, and everyone present who wielded a sword could feel the faint sorrow.

The Gentleman's Sword and the Lady's Sword should have been companions, but now they are pointing at each other, which is a great tragedy for both swords.

Standing before Jiang Yuan was Bu Yao, who exuded a dark aura and stood facing him with a sword.

"So, you're involved, aren't you?" Jiang Yuan said without any joy or sorrow. He had previously suspected that Bu Yao would ambush him, but now that he had seen her, the answer was clear.

"How did you end up here?" Bu Yao asked, her expression filled with confusion.

Jiang Yuan ignored this and simply asked, "Did you bring people to kill me?"

Ignoring Jiang Yuan's questions, Bu Yao pulled the Third Prince behind her and said firmly, "I'm only here to take him away!"

"Are you begging me or threatening me?" Jiang Yuansong clenched his fist into claws, the blood-red scales reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Walk!"

Upon hearing the mention of the Third Prince, who had lost all will to fight, Bu Yao prepared to leave the place.

"Did you ask me?" Jiang Yuan threw a punch.

However, Bu Yao had been waiting for this moment. When Jiang Yuan leaped up, she thrust out her sword. The black sword tip, enhanced by the Supreme Holy Sword, actually pierced through the Blood Dragon Secret Bone and the Undying Armor, two layers of defense, and the finger-length sword tip disappeared into Jiang Yuan's body.

Seeing this, Bu Yao instinctively wanted to stop, but Jiang Yuan ignored her and pounced on her frantically, his eyes only wanting to kill the Third Prince.

"Jiang Yuan!" Bu Yao was caught in a dilemma, but in the end she chose to sheathe her sword and use her own body to block the attack.

The power of the Blood Dragon came to an abrupt halt in front of Bu Yao, and Jiang Yuan suffered a backlash from withdrawing his fist, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm sorry, he can't die." Bu Yao apologized, filled with remorse.

But Jiang Yuan wouldn't listen to any of that at the moment. He drew his Gentleman's Sword with a clang, pointing the tip at Bu Yao for the first time, and asked coldly, "This is our last chance. It's up to you whether you give it to us or not!"

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