This sudden turn of events left the tall figure who had just appeared stunned. He hadn't expected that Yuan Cangsheng, facing a Mythical Realm Emperor, would dare to kill his descendant right in front of him.
After a brief moment of shock, he regained his senses, and an unparalleled, terrifying pressure erupted from his body, surging towards Yuan Cangsheng as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. He roared, "Insolence!"
Meanwhile, the Yuan Clan's Ninth Ancestor, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, saw this tall figure and gave a helpless, bitter smile, muttering to himself, "Sigh, really, if you beat the young one, the old one will come; if you beat the old one, an even older one will appear... It's just endless."
The Eighth Ancestor then spoke up, saying, "It's truly unexpected! The oldest ancestor of the Netherworld is still alive. Back then, after he created the Netherworld, he disappeared without a trace, so much so that I once thought he had perished."
Just as the words of the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors of the Yuan Clan fell, an enormous eye suddenly appeared in the sky above the Yuan Clan.
The aura emanating from this eye was far more terrifying than that of the ancient ancestor in the Netherworld; it was simply terrifying.
Its gaze was icy cold and indifferent, as if it could pierce through all illusions, staring straight at the Netherworld Ancestor below.
Upon seeing the appearance of this enormous eye, the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors of the Yuan Clan quickly exchanged a glance, and a faint smile appeared on their faces simultaneously. "I didn't expect this one to arrive."
The Netherworld Ancestor, who felt that cold gaze, felt as if all his secrets had been laid bare and seen through in an instant.
This feeling instantly sent chills down the spine of the Ancient Ancestor of the Underworld, causing his scalp to tingle and goosebumps to rise uncontrollably all over his body.
He was secretly horrified, thinking to himself, "I never expected that the Yuan Clan would have such an existence."
He then steeled himself and bowed to the eyes that radiated endless indifference, saying, "Fellow Daoist, is there any room for negotiation?"
At that very moment, that enormous eye, radiating an aura of indifference, suddenly spoke. Its voice seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, icy cold and filled with boundless majesty: "You, a being as insignificant as an ant, dare to discuss the Dao with me and call yourself my friend?"
"roll".
This word was like a thunderclap falling from the heavens, booming loudly, its sound waves carrying unparalleled power, directly impacting the depths of the soul of the Netherworld Ancestor.
The towering figure that the Ancient Ancestor of the Netherworld had conjured appeared so fragile and vulnerable in the face of this terrifying power.
In just a moment, his seemingly indestructible figure shattered like a mirror, turning into countless fragments that scattered in the air.
However, the matter did not end there. Deep within the Netherworld, one of the Ten Lands, lay an extremely vast and boundless space. In this space, an old man sat cross-legged in mid-air, quietly.
The old man, who had been ruddy-faced and exuding a powerful aura, suddenly spat out a stream of dark green blood, which splattered into the surrounding void.
A deep sense of fear flashed across his eyes, which he could hardly conceal.
After a long while, he murmured to himself with trembling lips, "Just one word, yet it caused such severe damage to my body... This person's cultivation must have reached the pinnacle of this world!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a mysterious and unpredictable decree descended from the sky. With a flash of light from the decree, the entire Netherworld was shrouded in a thick mist. From that moment on, the Netherworld completely disappeared from the world, no longer participating in any worldly affairs.
The enormous eye that had once displayed earth-shattering power gradually dissipated into the vast天地 (heaven and earth) after successfully shattering the figure of the Netherworld Ancestor, and was never seen again.
The Ninth Ancestor of the Yuan Clan slowly opened his mouth, and his voice rang out like a great bell: "I never expected that this incident would alarm Fifth Brother. He conjured up his eyes to deter those villains."
Just then, the Eighth Ancestor spoke up, saying, "If it weren't for the covenant of Heaven, which prevented Fifth Brother from going all out, he alone could have annihilated these villains instantly."
Then the Eighth Ancestor of the Yuan Clan said again: "Judging from the current situation, this battle of immortality is probably coming to an end soon."
Before he could finish speaking, a figure rushed over like a whirlwind—it was Yuan Cangsheng.
He ran up to the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors of the Yuan Clan with a smug look on his face and said with a grin, "Hehe, you two ancestors, look how well I did! I easily killed those three Supreme Emperors from the Netherworld!" After saying that, he didn't forget to puff out his chest, as if waiting for praise.
"Hmm... it's so-so," the Ninth Ancestor said with a smile to the Eighth Ancestor, seemingly not too impressed with Yuan Cangsheng's performance. Hearing this evaluation, Yuan Cangsheng's smile froze and he hung his head in dejection, but he quickly recovered, after all, it was already quite difficult to gain the approval of the two ancestors.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Cangsheng turned his head sharply, his gaze like two cold beams, locking onto the remaining four emperors.
He asked coldly, "What, do you all have any last words? If not, then set off on your journey!"
Faced with such a fierce aura, the True Dragon Emperor was not afraid at all, and still maintained the dignity of a strongman, shouting loudly: "Hmph! The eight great ancestors of our various races are about to arrive here. If you don't want this world to fall into endless slaughter, you'd better let us leave now!"
Yuan Cangsheng was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter as if he had seen the biggest joke in the world.
He looked at the four people in front of him with a disdainful gaze and said sarcastically, "Hahahaha, have you guys ruined your brains from cultivating? Can't you even see the current situation? The outcome is already decided. Even if your ancestors came, what could they do? Do you think you can turn the tide?" After saying that, he crossed his arms and looked like he had victory in his grasp.
At this critical moment, a dazzling red lotus phantom suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. The phantom was as beautiful as a dream, radiating a mysterious and enchanting light. Then, the phantom slowly dissipated like smoke, gradually revealing a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a red and blue cheongsam.
The woman possessed a graceful figure and light, elegant steps, each one seemingly treading on clouds, exuding a cool and noble aura. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes, like deep lakes, sparkled with a lively light. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, its gentle sway adding to her captivating charm.
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