"Damn it, what is his cultivation level? Why does every casual move he makes carry such powerful Daoist principles and laws?"
Faced with this fierce and relentless offensive, Yang Jing recalled the horrific scene of Yang Mian'er's death.
At that moment, he was afraid.
Upon reaching the Great Emperor realm, death seems to be extremely distant to them, so distant that they don't even know how to write the word "death."
Now, Shen Zhao has successfully made him recall his deepest fear of death through his actions.
"I can't die here!"
With a roar, Yang Jing sacrificed 30% of his body to shake off Shen Zhao, who was closing in again, and then quickly ran towards the Supreme Palace.
"Trying to run? Come here and kneel down so I can kill you!"
"Boy, don't push your luck. I advise you not to come along, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death."
"Aren't you going to avenge your granddaughter?"
"A gentleman takes revenge even after a thousand years. On the day you die, I will scatter your ashes into the sea."
"Old man, you're really pushing yourself to the brink of ruin."
"Will you let me go if I don't force you?"
"How about I think about it?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jing stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked, "Is what you're saying true?"
Bang~
His response was a heavy iron fist that slammed into his flamboyant face, sending him flying.
"I've thought it over, and I don't intend to let you go."
"You fucking tricked me, didn't you?"
Knowing that his opponent was determined to kill him, Yang Jing turned around and ran towards the Supreme Palace with all his might.
After a quarter-hour chase, the outline of the Supreme Palace finally came into view.
At the same time, a glimmer of light flashed from the pulverized remains of Qin Feng, and quickly flew out of the direction of the Seven-Colored Saint Monarch Rock...
"Fellow Daoist, why are you in such a sorry state?"
Just as Yang Jing was being chased like a drowning dog, another figure slowly floated down from the magnificent Supreme Palace.
"Fellow Daoist Zheng, save me! This boy is vicious and wants to destroy my Holy Monarch Rock! Quickly, kill him..."
Boom~
puff--
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhao struck Yang Jing on the back with a palm strike, sending him flying to Zheng Xiao's feet.
"How dare you! What kind of lowly creature dares to run wild in the Supreme Lord's Mansion at Saint Lord Rock!"
Zheng Xiao was furious and was about to stop Shen Zhao.
But at that moment, the earth shook violently, and the barrier in the void also began to fluctuate irregularly.
"What's going on?"
While the two were surprised, Shen Zhao smiled.
At the same time, Ding Bu'er's voice rang out from the sound transmission stone on his body.
"Master Chen, the core of the imperial vein has been unearthed. As you instructed, the formation has already been set up around it. In a quarter of an hour at most, the imperial aura of the Seven-Colored Sacred Monarch Rock will be completely severed."
Upon hearing this news, Shen Zhao revealed a cruel smile.
When he looked at Yang Jing and Zheng Xiao again, it was as if he were looking at two dead men.
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