#920 - Call the strongest one, I will accompany you to the end!

Hong Sen could not withstand the golden fist imprints. Each collision caused unbearable pain from the violent divine power, shattering his internal organs.

If he were not a descendant of the Great Primordial Serpent demon, possessing a physical body far superior to ordinary cultivators, he would have already disintegrated.

He wanted to run, to escape from here, but each time he was blasted back by the golden fist imprints. Moreover, a barrier appeared around the palace, preventing him from breaking through.

"Brother, hold on for a moment, let's break out together!"

Hong Ran fiercely battled with Jing Ya, violently wielding the great halberd in his hand, destroying the cyan sword energy. The aftershock of the sword waves constantly impacted the surroundings, wave after wave, overwhelming the Elder Qian Yu, and even causing the Holy Son Teng to cough up blood.

They were within the area of battle, and the energy aftermath of this level was too terrifying.

"Hong Ran, hurry! Hurry! We must break through and head to the starry sky!"

Hong Sen was covered in blood, completely turned into a blood man, and he was about to collapse.

Jun Wuxie's fist imprints were like mountains collapsing and earth overturning, the power was tyrannical and unmatched, and the attack speed was too fast, making it impossible for him to dodge, so he could only choose to face it head-on.

All of his secret techniques would instantly collapse against the scorching sun-like fist imprints, and then he would be struck by the fist imprints.

He felt that his physical body was about to disintegrate, and his life essence was being consumed drastically. If this continued, he would surely die in a short while.

"Primordial Descent, Giant Serpent Devours the Heavens!"

Hong Ran's cold voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, penetrating the starry sky.

His body transformed into a giant serpent, almost filling half of the palace's sky.

"Hiss!"

He opened his bloody maw, spitting out his forked tongue, and with a turn of his body, he surrounded Jing Ya, quickly closing in.

Within the range of his entanglement, primordial true energy surged, and endless runes shone, squeezing towards the center, greatly affecting Jing Ya's movements.

Behind Jing Ya, a cyan Luan bird emerged, its wings violently flapping, attempting to shatter the domain he constructed, but at this moment, Hong Ran's massive snake head suddenly bit down.

A terrifying vortex condensed in his bloody maw, covering Jing Ya, about to devour her.

The cyan Luan cried out, constantly flapping its wings, resisting the devouring power, while its wings were like sharp blades, cutting apart the surrounding runes and true energy that were crushing in.

Jun Wuxie abruptly turned his head to look, his eyes flashing with light, and charged towards Hong Ran.

"You want to help that bitch Jing Ya, you're dreaming!"

Hong Sen realized this was a good opportunity. If Hong Ran could severely injure Jing Ya, they could turn defeat into victory.

"I borrow time from the future... ten thousand years!"

With his severely injured body, he forcefully used a forbidden technique, risking unimaginable backlash.

Roar!

His body transformed into a great dragon in the brilliant and dazzling light, in the rolling primordial aura.

The dragon body was tens of thousands of meters long, its dragon eyes were as cold as knives, filled with violence, roaring as it charged towards Jun Wuxie, its sharp dragon claws tearing through the air.

"A dying struggle, you think you can stop me?"

Jun Wuxie's golden palm swept forward, colliding with the dragon claws, erupting with a harsh metallic tremor, sparks flying.

The dragon claws could not withstand the power of the palm, and were instantly shaken open.

Almost at the same time, a golden blood energy hand grabbed the tail of the great dragon and slammed it violently towards the ground.

This was a scene that shocked the world.

A human, eight feet tall, with a hand condensed from blood energy, grabbed the tail of a great dragon tens of thousands of meters long, and swung it around like a whip, frantically lashing it towards the ground.

Boom!

The palace ground shook, the buildings trembled, and the defensive runes flashed wildly.

"Aow!"

A shrill dragon's cry resounded throughout the Immortal Execution Dynasty, resounding throughout the vast starry sky.

Everyone watched that scene in shock.

The dragon scales on the great dragon's body shattered and flew off, countless cracks appeared in its flesh, and some parts collided with the corners of the buildings with defensive runes, causing bloody wounds and flying blood.

The great dragon transformed by Hong Sen was bleeding from its ears, nose, and mouth, its screams becoming more and more shrill, and even its dragon horns were broken off.

"Dragon Chant!"

Jun Wuxie roared, and a cyan dragon rushed out of his body, soaring towards the high sky, circling in the air, and swooping down, transforming into a battle spear, piercing through Hong Sen's dragon head with a *poof*, nailing him to the ground within the imperial palace.

Aow!

Hong Sen screamed, his dragon body tens of thousands of meters long convulsing wildly, the force gradually weakening, and finally no longer moving, with only a faint breath spewing from his dragon nose.

A large number of runes on his body were collapsing, and the dragon body quickly reverted to the giant serpent form.

Such a scene frightened Qian Yu, who was being suppressed by the Primal Chaos Incarnation, and Holy Son Teng, causing their bodies to go limp and their faces to turn ashen.

How could this be?

This was completely different from the scene they had envisioned.

They, two late-stage powerhouses from the mythical realm, should have looked down upon the lower realm universe, controlling life and death at will. How could they be killed instead, becoming fish on someone else's chopping board?

How beautiful the previous imagination was, but the current reality is so cruel, making them unable to accept it!

"Hong Ran, you claim to be a seventh-level myth, arrogant and conceited, wanting to forcibly take away my imperial concubine. Now let me see how much weight your seventh-level myth has!"

Jun Wuxie, after nailing and killing Hong Sen, walked towards Hong Ran, who was trying to devour Jing Ya but had not succeeded.

His massive giant serpent body flickered with blazing rune light, filled with rolling primordial aura, frantically closing in towards the center.

However, in the center, Jing Ya's bloodline godform, the Cyan Luan, spread its wings, constantly dissolving his attacks, and the two fell into a stalemate, neither able to do anything to the other.

Jun Wuxie stepped on the void and walked towards Hong Ran, golden military talismans constantly condensing around his body, shining like condensed stars, the intent to kill and conquer was vast, sweeping through the universe.

The will to kill and conquer was constantly rising, causing everyone to feel fear.

The feeling was indescribable, there was a sense of trembling from the depths of the soul.

It was as if a military monarch had returned, holding ten thousand soldiers, presiding over the world's killing!

"Boy, you are too arrogant. By opposing my demon race, your ending is already doomed!"

Hong Ran's body loosened, his massive snake head standing tall in the air, spitting out a thousand-meter-long scarlet snake tongue, his diamond-shaped eyes flashing with a cold and stern light.

"Jing Ya, you are a proud person. We are all the best among the supreme beings of our respective generations in our youth. Are you going to abandon the pride in your bones and join forces with someone to fight me?"

Hong Ran knew that he would surely lose if he fought two against one, but he didn't want to end like this, it was too unworthy.

If he could fight one-on-one, first severely injure that kid named Jun, maybe there was still a possibility of leaving alive.

As for Qian Yu and Holy Son Teng, in such a desperate situation, he could no longer take care of them.

"I said, today I only came to kill you, and your provocation is useless to me!"

Jing Ya's will to kill was extremely firm. What pride? Compared to the future of their lineage, those were not important. What was personal life, death, honor, and disgrace?

"I said, I want to see how much weight you have, so I will fulfill your dream of a one-on-one fight!"

Jun Wuxie walked to Jing Ya's side and said, "Senior, please watch from the sidelines, I will kill this person!"

"Little fellow, your state is consuming a lot of energy. In a one-on-one fight, I'm afraid..."

"Senior underestimates me."

Jun Wuxie interrupted Jing Ya's words and said, "This person wants to forcibly take away my imperial concubine. If I don't kill him with my own hands, and I still need others to help me, I should commit suicide in this world. What face do I have to live in shame!"

Jing Ya's heart trembled at his sonorous words.

She thought she already understood his nature, but now she realized that she still didn't fully understand the domineering and strong nature of this young man.

He had a reverse scale, and anyone who touched it would surely die!

Obviously, the woman beside him was his reverse scale. Once touched, it would drive him crazy.

"Hahaha! A mere barbarian from the lower realm, speaking wildly. You think you can kill me just because you killed my elder brother? You are ignorant!" Hong Ran's huge body swayed, forbidden technique runes lit up on his body, his aura skyrocketed, rumbling as he charged over: "You killed my elder brother, I will swallow you alive!"

At this moment, he sublimated to the extreme, like Hong Sen, sublimating three hundred times, breaking through the limit of his physical body, and the giant serpent body even developed some cracks due to the violent energy within.

He was four heavens higher than Jun Wuxie. If measured by Jun Wuxie's standard, Hong Ran's current state was equivalent to sublimating four thousand eight hundred times, which was much stronger than his four thousand and fifty times!

"You can't do it."

Jun Wuxie's eyes were indifferent. So what if his absolute power was stronger than him?

This kind of sublimation beyond the limit, his physical body is about to be unable to withstand it, how long can it last?

He faced Hong Ran who was charging over and punched forward.

The military talismans jumping around all merged into his fist at the moment of punching, colliding with the huge serpent body.

The tail of the giant serpent was as hard as metal, extremely flexible, and struck wildly, colliding with his golden fist, sparks splashing, clanging, like blacksmithing.

The aftermath of the battle swept out like a raging tide, impacting all the defensive runes in the palace to the extreme.

Each time Jun Wuxie's fist collided with the tail of the giant serpent, he would be shaken back a few steps.

The opponent's absolute power was stronger than him, shaking his arm with a tearing pain, and his fist was bleeding.

However, his life essence flowed, instantly forcibly repairing the damage to his physical body.

While the two were fighting head-on, the giant serpent twisted its body, trying to entangle him countless times, but each time it failed, easily avoided by his Xing Zi tactic.

In such a battle, every punch hit the flesh, and every move was a head-on collision.

Hong Ran was happy with this kind of fighting style because his absolute power was stronger.

Jun Wuxie was also the same, his physical body recovery was super perverted, and he could fight continuously.

The two had their own thoughts, but they both chose the same fighting style.

Gradually, Hong Ran's heart began to sink.

He felt that his physical body could no longer withstand it. The amplification effect of the forbidden technique began to weaken, and the advantage of absolute power was gradually disappearing.

On the other hand, his opponent was still so full of energy.

He let out a fierce roar, and the Giant Python's body frantically enlarged, its serpentine form coiling and filling the sky above the palace, surrounding Jun Wuxie in the center, its body rapidly tightening, squeezing towards the middle.

Jun Wuxie sneered, and the Chaos Domain unfolded, instantly enveloping Hong Ran's massive body within it, all laws forbidden!

All the runes on Hong Ran's body instantly extinguished, and those violent True Energies suddenly disappeared, causing him to be greatly alarmed.

Just then, he saw his opponent with one hand behind his back, stepping through the air, and stomping down with one foot.

He wanted to dodge, but without True Energy, his reaction speed had decreased by who knows how many times, and his body simply couldn't react.

Boom!

He only felt a tremendous force descending from the sky, bombarding his body, like Mount Tai pressing down, making his body unable to withstand it, falling straight down, and crashing heavily to the ground.

"Only a seventh-level Myth realm, yet you dare to be so arrogant in front of me!"

Jun Wuxie's body descended like a great mountain, his foot stepping on Hong Ran's body, crushing his entire snake head on the ground, no matter how his body struggled, it was to no avail.

The huge python body bent and coiled around, Jun Wuxie waved his sleeve, and golden blood energy surged out, impacting it.

Scales on the python's body shattered and flew away, the flesh was blurred with blood, revealing the pale white bones.

Then, he reached out and grabbed Hong Ran's tail, shaking his arm.

Hong Ran's body flew up like a whip.

The Chaos Domain dissipated.

Everyone saw a blood-soaked Giant Python being swung around, smashing fiercely against the palace buildings, large amounts of blood splattering, staining the long sky red, and letting out a miserable scream.

Hong Ran screamed heart-rendingly.

He wanted to break free, wanted to resist, but found that just now, with that shake, his opponent had dislocated all the joints in his body, and his entire body could hardly use any strength.

The superimposed forbidden technique had also stopped due to the forbidden law just now. Now that his physical body had suffered heavy damage and his life essence was severely depleted, there was no way to sublimate to the extreme again.

At this moment, he was far too weak in strength compared to his opponent.

"What kind of divine power was that just now..."

Jing Ya watched this scene in shock.

Hong Ran had never been at a disadvantage, but after the brief appearance and disappearance of the Chaos Domain, everything was completely reversed. What did Hong Ran experience inside that made him become completely powerless to resist?

Rumble!

The ground and buildings of the palace continued to shake. Hong Ran's huge body was swung up and smashed wildly against those buildings, crashing into corners, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

In a short moment, his whole body was riddled with holes, all the scales had fallen off, and it was almost impossible to find a complete place.

"I am not reconciled, this Holy Emperor is not reconciled!"

Hong Ran knew that he could not escape disaster today. He let out a miserable roar, filled with unwillingness towards fate.

A dignified expert of the Holy Emperor Realm, a seventh-level Myth realm, even the pinnacle of the Extreme Heaven position in the Holy Emperor realm, he dared to challenge, but he was going to die in this Lower Realm universe with extremely backward cultivation civilization, and be buried in the desolate world. What a tragedy this was.

"You are not reconciled? You think you are amazing just because you are in the Holy Emperor realm?" Jun Wuxie sneered, and pointed his fingers to slash down. The golden finger light was sharp and unmatched, and with a poof, it chopped off Hong Ran's python head. In that huge body, blood spurted out like a river.

"Don't say you are just a Holy Emperor, even if the Supreme Being of the Holy realm dares to come here and run wild, they will have to die!"

Such powerful words impacted everyone's hearts, especially those Upper Realm envoys who were watching in secret, who couldn't believe their ears.

Jun Wuxie's strength was beyond imagination, and he even said such a thing.

What kind of confidence did he have to dare to say that even if the existence of the Supreme Saint realm came, they would have to die?

The Supreme Saint realm, that kind of existence is difficult to find in the entire Upper Realm. They usually don't appear, either sleeping or in closed-door cultivation.

What is Supreme?

Except for the prosperous world, that is a true existence that can be called Supreme in the Upper Realm, with the power of the Dao reaching the heavens!

"Lower Realm barbarian, how dare you be like this! My Demon Race will surely slaughter your dynasty!"

The diamond-shaped snake eyes on Hong Ran's head burst out with a fierce light. Even if he had fallen to this point, he was still as fierce as ever.

"Is that so? Don't say I won't give you a chance. Now you can send a message to the Upper Realm Demon Race and call the strongest one to come. I will accompany you to the end!"

"I think you are tired of living!"

A cold and ferocious light flashed in Hong Ran's fierce snake eyes. A jade talisman burning with light flames rushed out of his sea of consciousness, instantly cutting through the sky and disappearing into the end of the world.

Jing Ya saw it and was about to move to chase the jade talisman.

"Senior, don't chase, let him call for people!"

Jun Wuxie stepped forward and stopped Jing Ya.

"Little guy, you..."

Jing Ya looked at him with her beautiful face slightly raised. She felt that she could no longer understand the young man in front of her.

What did he rely on to dare to be so? Even if they were fighting in the Lower Realm, the Immortal Execution Dynasty was 108,000 miles away from the Teng lineage of the Demon Race Saint Child. How could they fight against it?

"Hahaha!" A piercing, grinning laugh came from the mouth of the Saint Child Teng, who was being suppressed by the incarnation. The fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by arrogance and excitement: "Jun, you will soon pay the price for your arrogance and ignorance. How dare you challenge our Demon Race, a mayfly trying to shake a tree, how sad and ridiculous!"

Jun Wuxie reached out and grabbed in the void, and the Saint Child Teng screamed and flew up.

At the same time, he waved his sleeve, and an ancient sword pierced through the sky, and in the Saint Child Teng's violently shrinking eyes, it pierced through his chest with a poof, carrying him far away, and sticking into the top of a tall building in the palace with a ding.

The hilt of the sword trembled slightly, nailing the Saint Child Teng to it, and bright red blood dripped down from the wound.