The dragon opened its eyes, its gaze sweeping over the crowd.

He said, "What I need is a great battle to defeat everyone here, and then I can soar to the heavens!"

"Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, do you really think you're invincible?" the Demon Lord said coldly, his body tall and imposing, like an unshakeable demonic wall.

"Even the strongest demon in the demon realm has to share some of its prey with the onlookers when it's enjoying it, otherwise it won't feel at ease eating. You four want to eat it all by yourself, aren't you afraid of dying?" Tiger stripes appeared on the little demon's forehead, and its hands turned into tiger claws.

The Heavenly Book said, "According to my records along the way, you are very strong, but you can only deal with a maximum of five hundred half-saints at the same time. We have three thousand here."

Tianhuo said, "The younger generation is getting stronger and stronger with each generation, and their boasting is also getting bigger and bigger."

It burst open, burning with terrifying flames powerful enough to drive away the will of heaven.

What Samadhi Fire? Before this flame, it doesn't even have the right to burn; the flame itself will be ignited and burned.

The aura of natural disaster was released, and the divine image of a celestial being appeared behind the fairy.

Ignoring the gene-related information about the corpses, he asked Li Changzhou and the Crown Princess, "How is it?"

“Okay.” Li Changzhou nodded.

“Alright.” The Crown Princess nodded solemnly. “But the side hall needs people. If Fairy, Little Demon, Demon Lord, Old Ghost, Heavenly Calamity, and Heavenly Fire are willing, they can serve as deputy hall masters—of course, Tian Shi and the others will occupy two of the Quasi-Saint positions.”

The twelve members of the Heavenly Oath exchanged glances, remained silent, and accepted the proposal.

"You really don't take us seriously at all," the Demon Lord said in a gloomy voice.

From all directions, various demons peered into the void.

“I agree,” the old ghost suddenly said. “Give me a Quasi-Saint rank, and I might even be willing to contribute a little without risking my life.”

Everyone was taken aback and stared at the old ghost.

The Demon Lord, who was about to erupt, stopped his surging demonic energy and looked at the old ghost with surprise and suspicion.

Is it to feign weakness, form an alliance with the four members of the Corpse Gene, and then fight for the holy throne after defeating everyone else?

...It doesn't seem like it.

The Demon Lord's mood turned serious.

The little demon spoke his mind, shouting, "You old ghost, what's going on? You actually deserve the title of Quasi-Saint!"

“The Ghost Saint has the most exquisite grasp of timing. The old ghost received the Ghost Saint's inheritance, and he accepted it, so I accepted it too,” the fairy said.

“…Little fairy, you changed your mind too quickly.” The little demon was over 300,000 years old and had never met such a fairy. “Alright, if you two agree, I agree too, the conditions are the same as Old Ghost’s.”

Those who had previously dismissed the "clearing out" now felt uncertain.

"Kid, what exactly happened?" Tianzai demanded.

His tone suggested that he had known Lao Gui for a long time.

But the natural disaster had just returned to the present world from the Time Dam. Does this mean that the old ghost was born in the era of saints before the Great Dao reclaimed its power?

"Difficult, difficult, difficult." Old Ghost took his pipe from Ghost Ox's ear and slowly puffed on it, like a bitter old farmer.

Inside the tobacco pouch is a living planet, where human energy, demonic energy, devilish energy, divine energy, and immortal energy are transformed into tobacco and ignited.

Tianzai believed his eyesight was no worse than Laogui's; if even Laogui couldn't see how difficult it was, why did Laogui say it was difficult?

He suddenly realized that when the old ghost and the true dragon returned from chasing the King of Black Mist, they also said, "Difficult, difficult, difficult."

“What happened at the Seventh Temple?” he asked.

Old Ghost paused for a moment, seemingly stunned by the scene in his memory.

"I saw a ghost," he sighed.

"......"

With the Ghost Saint gone, Old Ghost is undoubtedly the biggest and most real ghost in the world. Who can be more ghostly than him?

"Enough talk, let's fight." The true dragon strode forward, clad in armor and wielding a halberd, like a supreme ruler of heaven and earth.

“Those who have no intention of fighting may leave,” said the Corpse Gene.

Flesh and blood covered the bones, and the bone banner transformed into a battle flag. The holy might of the War Saint spread, engulfing everyone like a tidal wave.

The supreme mechanical dragon emerged from the void, swallowed the Crown Princess Seal in one gulp, and the dragon and the seal transformed into the dazzling Immortal Gold Crown Princess Sword.

The Crown Princess was clad in supreme divine golden armor and held the Immortal Golden Crown Princess Sword, with chains of divine order wrapped around its golden blade.

Li Changzhou, wielding a bronze spear, traversed the mountain twenty-five times, his body protected by an invulnerability to all magic.

In an instant, the auras of the four people changed dramatically.

"There is no reincarnation in the universe, and death is the end of everything," the Corpse Gene continued to persuade. "This life is your first and last life, so cherish your life."

Li Changzhou also said: "No matter who you are, there are countless paths and countless distant places. You may not only have the Temple as your path."

"Three breaths," the true dragon said, "those who do not retreat, shall be killed!"

The entire universe held its breath.

The river of time seems to have been frozen.

The three breaths felt long, yet ended in an instant.

In the instant it ended, the true dragon cleaved out his battle halberd, and the azure chaotic flames followed closely behind him, as if acknowledging that he was the Lord of Chaos.

The terrifying Dragon Saint bloodline has been revived, and the power of the dragon has reached its peak.

Of the three thousand half-saints, two hundred retreated immediately.

"Battle tactics," Corpse Gene said calmly, his words still clear amidst the immense commotion of the true dragon, "Battle God, Battle Immortal, Battle Demon, Battle Monster, Battle Ghost, Battle All Living Beings."

At this moment, the Corpse Bone Gene finally unleashed the War Saint's Technique using the incomplete body of the War Saint.

Battle flags waved.

We wage war against the gods, against the immortals, against the demons, against the monsters, against the ghosts, and against everything in the world.

War! War! War!

The sounds of fighting and roaring echoed from the vast river of history.

Gods are falling, immortals are retreating, demons are fleeing, monsters are hiding, ghosts are vanishing, and all living beings are perishing!

Even more so, the sage was defeated.

"Fight!" The Corpse Gene's tone was no longer calm as he roared and entered the arena, brandishing his battle flag.

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