At this moment, the two sides are clearly divided.

The Yuan clan members were eyeing them covetously, their momentum unstoppable.

The ferocious beast emperors and the people of the Nine Lands, on the other hand, appeared rather disheveled, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

They knew that, given the current situation, if they resisted by force, they would likely only end up dying on the spot.

It would be better to deal with the Yuan Clan and the Ancient Demon Lord for the time being, while looking for an opportunity to escape.

After careful consideration, the Yuan clan members finally chose their preferred opponents and charged at them without hesitation, thus beginning a thrilling battle.

At this moment, Yuan Zhexian appeared remarkably relaxed and at ease.

He gently waved his sleeve, condensing the surrounding clouds into an exquisite table and stool. Then, he took out a flask of fine wine from his robes, slowly sat down on it, and looked down at the intense duel below.

Yuan Haoran appeared as if possessed by a war god, his aura rising steadily.

In an instant, a terrifying aura of a saintly king surged forth like a volcanic eruption, directly crushing towards the Taotie Clan's imperial prince and the ancient imperial prince of the Burial Immortal Mausoleum.

That aura was like a tidal wave, as if it wanted to devour everything.

However, faced with such terrifying power, the ancient emperor's son of the Burial Immortal Cemetery looked disdainful.

He sneered, "Hmph, a mere eighth-level Saint King, you dare to think you can overwhelm us with just your aura? That's just wishful thinking!"

Before he finished speaking, he and the Taotie Clan Emperor Prince beside him simultaneously released their incomparably powerful ninth-level Saint King auras. The two auras intertwined, like two giant dragons roaring and rushing towards Yuan Haoran's aura.

In an instant, the three auras collided violently in the air, intertwining and tearing at each other.

In an instant, the air was violently rubbed together, producing a series of ear-piercing hissing sounds and sparks flying everywhere, as if the entire space was about to be torn apart.

Surprisingly, the three were evenly matched, with no clear winner, resulting in a stalemate and a delicate balance.

Upon witnessing this scene, both the ancient emperor's son of the Burial Immortal Mausoleum and the emperor's son of the Taotie Clan were shocked and exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible? He is only at the eighth level of the Saint King realm, yet he was able to withstand the combined pressure of the two of us!"

Just then, Yuan Haoran's body trembled violently, and then a series of dazzling golden rays surged out from his body, instantly enveloping his entire body.

These golden rays, like burning flames, blazed fiercely, illuminating the entire space.

The auras emanating from the ancient emperors of the Burial Immortal Mausoleum and the Taotie Clan, who were originally evenly matched with Yuan Haoran, were crushed to pieces like fragile glass under the impact of this incomparably powerful golden light.

As their auras were completely suppressed, the ancient emperors of the Burial Immortal Mausoleum and the Taotie Clan felt an irresistible force rushing towards them. Before they could react, their bodies were involuntarily sent flying backward.

In the blink of an eye, the two had flown dozens of meters backward before barely managing to regain their footing.

Yuan Haoran stood firmly in place, his hands behind his back, with an arrogant expression on his face, as if he had everything under control.

He slightly raised his head, looking at the ancient emperor's son of the Burial Immortal Mausoleum and the ancient emperor's son of the Taotie Clan with a contemptuous gaze, and slowly said, "Ninth rank? Hmph, nothing more than that!"

Upon hearing Yuan Haoran's words, the ancient emperor princes of the Burial Immortal Cemetery and the Taotie Clan turned pale with anger.

You must know that they are the sons of ancient emperors, with extremely noble status and unfathomable strength.

To be looked down upon like this by someone who is a level below them is an utter disgrace!

Thus, their hearts burned with rage, and they could no longer care about anything else. At the same time, they roared and their Saint King power surged out in unison.

In an instant, two powerful and terrifying auras intertwined, forming a terrifying pressure that swept towards Yuan Haoran.

Meanwhile, the ancient demon lord on the other side also turned his attention to the Zhu Yan clan's imperial son and the Huo Dou clan's imperial son.

A cold smile appeared on her lips as she calmly said, "Today, I'll use you two as stepping stones to help me reach the Great Sage realm!"

Upon hearing this, the princes of the Zhu Yan clan and the Huo Dou clan exchanged a glance but said nothing more.

The next moment, they also unhesitatingly released the extremely powerful Saint King power within their bodies.

In an instant, the surrounding air became distorted due to the collision of these two forces.

Especially the Zhu Yan clan's imperial son, behind him, a colossal staff, seemingly crafted entirely of gold and radiating an extremely terrifying imperial aura, reappeared.

As soon as this giant staff appeared, the surrounding void trembled faintly, as if it could not withstand its power.

Just then, a strangely shaped imperial weapon, resembling a dog's tail, suddenly appeared in the palm of the Emperor's son of the Huodou clan.

This knife exudes a mysterious and powerful aura. Although the imperial might it releases is somewhat inferior to the earth-shaking giant club in the hands of the Zhu Yan clan's imperial son, it is still absolutely not to be underestimated by anyone.

Upon witnessing this scene, the ancient demon lord unhesitatingly unleashed an extremely dense pink energy from his entire body.

In an instant, the bright red demon-condensing bead appeared and hovered steadily above his head.

With the appearance of the Demon Condensation Pearl, a powerful imperial might, no less than that of the Zhu Yan Clan's imperial prince's earth-shattering staff, instantly spread out.

Immediately afterward, the ancient demon lord's eyes narrowed, and his thoughts raced as his divine sense surged. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, while he chanted incantations, and a dazzling pink light burst forth from his body.

With a flash of light, a shocking scene unfolded—eight powerful figures, each at the ninth level of the Saint King realm, suddenly appeared before the Ancient Demon Lord like ghosts.

Before they could even steady themselves, they transformed into streaks of light, hurtling towards the Zhu Yan Clan's imperial prince and the Huo Dou Clan's imperial prince with lightning speed.

Facing a formidable enemy, the prince of the Zhu Yan tribe showed no fear.

He roared, wielding the earth-shattering golden cudgel in his hand with tremendous force, charging straight towards the nine ninth-level Saint Kings and the Great Saint Realm soul entity that were coming towards him.

At the same time, the prince of the Huodou clan was not to be outdone.

With a flick of his arm, he gripped the strange imperial weapon and slashed forward with all his might.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying flame erupted from the blade, roaring like a ferocious fire dragon as it swept towards the ancient demon king.