However, at this critical moment, suddenly, four terrifying auras that sent chills down one's spine suddenly appeared in the sky.
This aura surged forth like a tidal wave, pressing down directly on the people engaged in fierce battle below.
In an instant, the entire space seemed to freeze under this terrifying pressure, making it difficult to breathe and causing one's heart to race.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light suddenly flashed, like lightning ripped through the night sky. This light spread rapidly, enveloping all the already heavily injured and dying experts of the Fallen Emperor Palace in the blink of an eye.
When the light faded, the powerful figures from the Fallen Emperor Palace who had been struggling on the battlefield vanished without a trace, as if they had evaporated into thin air.
They had already used the power of this magical light to transfer to the interior of the Fallen Emperor's Palace, successfully escaping disaster.
Upon seeing this, Tai'a Qingcheng, Cang Wulan, the Ancient Demon Lord, Yuan Ruochu, and the others all gathered together and quickly walked to Yuan Zhexian's side.
Just then, Yuan Haoran, who had been in a state of enlightenment, finally succeeded and slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, he had successfully advanced to the sixth level of the Supreme Saint Realm, and this enlightenment undoubtedly greatly enhanced his strength.
Witnessing this scene, the ancient demon lord's beautiful face instantly revealed a look of pure joy.
Then, she angrily waved her pink little fist and gently tapped Yuan Haoran's head, saying coquettishly, "Hmph! You, you clearly possess an incomparably powerful mythical imperial weapon that could easily kill that ferocious imperial clan expert in one fell swoop, so why won't you use it?"
Seeing this, Yuan Haoran knew that the Ancient Demon Lord was somewhat annoyed, so he quickly showed a warm smile and explained softly, "Miao'er, even if you have the most powerful magic weapons, if your own strength is not strong enough, it is nothing but a mirage."
Mythical imperial weapons are ultimately just external possessions. The only true path to cultivation is to constantly hone oneself and become truly powerful.
After saying that, he continued, "Besides, you saw it with your own eyes. After this self-tempering and tempering, hasn't my cultivation level reached another level?"
Upon hearing this, the Ancient Demon Lord was about to respond when Yuan Zhexian spoke first: "In this world where the strong prey on the weak and the mighty are respected, only by becoming powerful enough can one suppress everything and subdue all directions."
"And all other things are merely auxiliary tools in the end; they cannot ultimately lead to the Great Way."
Seeing this, the Ancient Demon Lord nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Yuan Zhexian's point of view, and said no more.
At this moment, Yuan Zhexian spoke again: "Alright, everyone, the real protagonist has appeared, and the final battle is about to begin."
Before he finished speaking, a jaw-dropping scene suddenly appeared—four enormous and ornately decorated thrones seemed to descend from the sky, appearing in the high sky in the blink of an eye.
Seated atop the four thrones were the four palace masters from the Fallen Emperor Palace. Their eyes were as cold and ruthless as ice, looking down at Yuan Zhexian and the others below, their entire bodies radiating a chilling and intense killing intent.
Immediately afterward, the prince of the ferocious imperial clan spoke first, shouting: "How dare you kill the prince of my ferocious beast imperial clan and seriously injure many of the powerful figures of my Fallen Emperor Palace! Your crimes are heinous and you deserve to die!"
Its roar was deafening, shaking the entire space and seemingly penetrating the depths of everyone's hearts.
Just then, Yuan Haoran moved with lightning speed, leaping forward in one stride and shouting, "Don't be arrogant! I just killed that Ninth Level Saint Realm expert from the Ferocious Clan. What can you do to me?"
Upon hearing this, the prince of the Ferocious Clan's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, as if shrouded in frost. He then coldly said, "How dare you! You actually dared to kill one of my clan's experts! Today, I will make sure you die in the Yellow Springs and go down to be buried with him!"
Having said that, the ferocious prince of the clan suddenly stood up and leaped down from the throne that symbolized supreme power. Then, like an arrow released from a bow, he rushed towards Yuan Haoran.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Haoran's fighting spirit was instantly ignited, and he exuded an unparalleled aura, shouting, "You've come at the perfect time! Let me see just how much this ferocious clan's imperial son really is!"
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Haoran suddenly leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light and rushing straight toward the ferocious clan's imperial son.
In an instant, Yuan Haoran was surrounded by a dazzling golden light, like a golden sun shining in the sky, making people dare not look directly at him.
At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura surged out from his body, as if it could shake the heavens and earth.
His right arm muscles were bulging, veins were standing out, and his right fist was clenched, constantly gathering strength.
When his power reached its peak, Yuan Haoran used all his strength to unleash a devastating punch at the son of the Ferocious Clan.
The fist was incredibly powerful, generating a sharp gust of wind that swept towards the ferocious imperial prince.
Upon seeing this, the ferocious prince of the Ferocious Clan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. His aura suddenly surged, and a terrifying power erupted from his body, instantly distorting the surrounding space.
With a flick of his arm, his fist, covered in gray energy, hurtled toward Yuan Haoran like a shooting star.
Wherever the fist passed, the void was torn apart, emitting a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds.
Yuan Haoran showed no sign of backing down in the face of this fierce attack.
He also mobilized the powerful energy within his body, gathering it in his right fist, and then smashed it fiercely to meet the opponent's attack.
In an instant, two fists containing boundless power collided violently in mid-air.
It was like two stars colliding, bursting forth with a dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying energy spread wildly outwards from the two of them.
This energy swept across like a raging torrent, destroying everything in its path to dust.
Yuan Haoran and the ferocious clan's imperial son, who were at the very center of the energy storm, were simultaneously thrown backward by the immense force.
After retreating for about a mile, the prince of the Ferocious Clan stomped his feet hard on the ground, abruptly stopping his momentum.
Yuan Haoran was sent flying back five or six miles before he could barely steady himself.
The ferocious clan's imperial son looked at Yuan Haoran in the distance and spoke coldly.
"What a magnificent innate sacred body and Dao embryo! I never imagined your physical strength was so terrifying."
"It's a pity, though, that you're only at the sixth level of the Supreme Saint Realm. If you were to match my cultivation, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be your match."
Having said that, the ferocious prince of the Clan revealed a cruel smile, then roared, "However, you will never reach the ninth level of the Supreme Saint Realm! Because you are destined to die today! Prepare to die!"
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