Covering the Sky: I, Wang Teng, truly lack the bearing of an emperor.

When the ancient race giant appeared, the ancient race beings were stunned, their eyes filled with astonishment. It seemed that they had not expected that the ancient race's great saint would bring this man out.

"It's up to you. Kill that human youth no matter what, as long as you can forgive and forget anything that happened in the past," the Great Sage of the Ancient Clan said.

The ancient man, whose body was wrapped in chains, nodded.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly walked towards the ring.

With each step he took, his aura grew stronger, until finally, his aura was almost indistinguishable from that of a sage.

"Something's not right with your ancient clan; you've actually sent out an ancient saint!"

Black Emperor frowned and spoke.

Everyone could sense that the ancient race contestant, whose body was shrouded in skill, possessed the aura of an ancient saint.

"Ancient Saint? That's all in the past. He was a sinner of the ancient race. When he first stepped into the realm of Sainthood, he imprisoned and defiled more than a dozen descendants of an ancient emperor. After the matter was exposed, his foundation was severed, and he was regarded as a sinner of the ancient race and suppressed at all times."

An ancient sage spoke up, revealing the person's origins.

“He was indeed a powerful ancient saint, but his foundation was severed long ago. Now he is just a sinner below the realm of sainthood, and he will never be able to return to that realm in his lifetime. If you don’t believe me, you can send someone to investigate.” Another ancient saint said.

After investigating, the Great Sage Crane and the White-Clad God King discovered that this person did indeed possess the aura of a Sage, but at his core, he was still a Dao-Slaying King.

Moreover, his path to advancement has indeed been completely severed. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how brilliant he is, he will have no chance to go any further and will remain at this level forever.

However, this can still be considered a form of cheating.

After all, although the person in front of him is a Dao-Slaying King, he was once an ancient saint. Even though his cultivation has been reduced, his understanding of the saintly realm and many insights are not something a Dao-Slaying King should have.

This is equivalent to an ancient saint suppressing their realm to participate in the battle against a Dao-slaying king.

However, no one had expected that there would be such a contestant from the ancient tribe, so they did not consider this aspect when they initially formulated the rules.

After all, what sage would be so crazy as to reduce his own cultivation level just to stop a teenager?

"Wang Teng, you step down. Let the others take your place," the white-robed god-king said.

Although Wang Teng is very strong, his opponent is, after all, a former ancient saint. If they were to fight, he was worried that Wang Teng would be injured in the battle.

The human race is not without demigods as well; at worst, they can send those demigods up to wear down the ancient race's powerhouse.

Although the person who takes the hit might be injured or even die as a result, the White-Clad God King and the Great Sage of the Crane both believed that as long as they spoke, someone from the human race would step forward.

After all, Wang Teng's strength and status are undeniable. If anything were to happen to Wang Teng in this battle, then all of them would be the ones to regret it.

"Senior, please believe me. Only I can suppress that guy," Wang Teng said softly.

Even if a former ancient saint has had his cultivation level reduced, he is still not someone a half-saint can deal with.

Sending a demigod would only increase casualties, and Wang Teng didn't want to see that happen, so he preferred to go on stage himself.

"Well... then you must be careful!" Seeing Wang Teng's determined gaze, the white-robed god-king nodded.

He knew Wang Teng's personality all too well; once Wang Teng made up his mind, no one could change it.

The Great Sage Crane nodded in agreement, also supporting Wang Teng's decision.

The burly man from the ancient tribe on the arena was eager to try. His eyes were filled with a beast-like light as he stared intently at Wang Teng, as if he wanted to tear Wang Teng to pieces and stuff him into his stomach.

The ancient sages sat in front, watching this scene with smiles on their faces. They did not believe that the sealed demon would lose, because this guy was almost the strongest below the sages.

Of course, there were many things they hadn't told Wang Teng, which is why they were so confident.

With both sides entering the arena, Black Emperor gave the order, and the battle resumed.

The ancient sage roared and reached out to tear the chains binding him, only to find it was all in vain.

From the patterns on the iron chains, it is clear that the chains are made of various rare materials, some of which are even mixed with divine metal.

To be treated this way by the ancient clans, one can only imagine the grave sins this chained powerhouse must have committed.

Even Wang Teng didn't dare to be arrogant in the face of such a powerful opponent.

An endless fire domain instantly ignited around his heart. The fire domain was divided into nine layers, and Wang Teng stood in the very center of the ninth layer. Behind him was a phantom furnace that was floating. That was the Hengyu Furnace, a phantom that would only appear when Wang Teng cultivated the Hengyu Emperor's inheritance to an extremely profound level.

Among the Jiang family members who have now recovered, apart from the White-Clad God King, there is really no one who can cultivate the Hengyu Emperor's legacy to such a high level. Even the Jiang family patriarch's attainments in this area are not as good as Wang Teng's.

"Ha!" the burly man sneered.

The next moment, he actually rushed directly into the endless flames, tearing at the chains on his body with brute force, seemingly trying to refine the chains in this way.

Seeing this, Wang Teng didn't hold back. With a wave of his hand, a huge fiery phoenix formed behind him and pounced towards the ancient clan expert.

The Fiery Phoenix spread its wings, and the surging flames even flew over the edge of the arena, like a magnificent rain of fire, captivating everyone present.

"Hehe, fire!" The ancient clan's burly man chuckled, and without dodging or avoiding, he charged directly at the Flame Phoenix, as if he had entered the Phoenix's belly in an instant.

The next moment, the Flame Phoenix collapsed and transformed into a blazing, seemingly inextinguishable flame, which was held in the hand of that ancient clan expert.

Although the intense heat was causing his body to change shape, he did not give up; instead, a mad light flashed in his eyes.

"Found it! The fire for forging battle armor!"

He was bathed in flames, frantically pounding on the chains binding him, seemingly trying to use Wang Teng's methods to melt away the chains that bound him, turning them into armor that could firmly protect him, rather than a tool that restricted his freedom.

Seeing this, the onlookers were stunned. They did not expect that the people sent by the ancient clan this time would be so powerful. They could move freely even in that wisp of flame from the Endless Fire Domain. They even wanted to temper the chains on their bodies under such circumstances and turn them into a suit of armor. They really did not know whether he was confident enough in his strength or had gone completely crazy.

Beside him, Wang Teng calmly watched this scene.

However, Zhou Shen's flames began to distort, as if they came from a different time and space.

The power of time and space has been activated, yet the burly man before them seems unaffected.

"He was sealed in the Divine Source immediately after his cultivation was stripped away. For him, even when he just broke out of the Divine Source, he was at his current peak. Unless you can go back to the time when he was asleep for millions of years, what you will output will always be him at his strongest when he was below the level of a sage."

The ancient sage sneered. They had already witnessed the power of time reversal, so how could they not recognize that power now?
But this time, that power seemed to be failing. Those chains were a constraint for that madman, but from another perspective, weren't they also a form of protection?

As long as that chain is there, the madman's state will be locked within a certain range.

Even during the millions of years that he was sealed in the abyss, the madman's condition did not decline at all.

Therefore, no matter how much the boy uses the power of time and space to go back, the madman's state will not change much, unless the boy can go back millions of years in one go, back to when the madman was just born. Otherwise, the power of time and space will not have any real effect on the madman.

Wang Teng's gaze remained calm.

The power of spacetime doesn't seem to be of much use, but...

He has never been someone who only knows one method.

In the sky, a massive rift, like a seal on an abyss, appeared before everyone.

Before their divine senses even touched the abyss, they could already feel the intense negative emotions emanating from it, as well as the powerful aura that made everyone frown.

“Eternal exile!” Wang Teng said calmly.

The ancient clan expert who was forging his armor in the flames was instantly swept into another dimension.

However, he soon returned from that time and space.

He was once an ancient saint who had personally entered the starry sky, so he had a certain understanding of his original coordinates.

So, he came back.

He grabbed a meteorite and, as soon as they met, eagerly threw it at Wang Teng's head, as if he were having a snowball fight with his best friend.

Wang Teng's gaze remained calm.

Ancient saints... even those whose cultivation has been stripped away are far from easy to deal with.

There's nothing to be discouraged about.

He made his move again, still using the legacy of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor.

However, the madman, whose body was bound in chains, seemed to have finally gotten used to it, and he began to fight back.

He used the unmelted portion of the chains as a weapon, each swing capable of shattering space, and the divine gold runes flashing on them made the brows of the group watching from afar twitch.

They could all see that this person was very powerful. Although he was currently at the Dao-Slaying King level, there was no doubt that most Dao-Slaying Kings would be killed by him, with almost no hope of survival.

However, Wang Teng was an exception.

Those who are used as trump cards by the ancient clans' great saints will gain a deeper understanding of the fighting style of the ancient saint realm. For Wang Teng, they are not even considered trump cards, because there are simply too many powerful individuals in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land who are willing to spar with him.

"That's all."

After fighting for no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Wang Teng couldn't help but shake his head.

He had initially thought this guy who was pushed forward would be incredibly powerful, but now it seemed he was nothing special.

He was simply a king who had his foundation as a sage severed.

Seemingly provoked by those four words, the ancient clan expert suddenly began to roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. He even exhibited signs of atavism, with golden scales covering his body, making him look like a small dragon, appearing exceptionally powerful.

However, that's where it ends.

Wang Teng didn't have the patience to fight a madman forever; he still had seven battles to go.

After learning about the guy's approximate strength, Wang Teng lost interest.

He was quite surprised that the contestant who was used as a trump card by the ancient clan only had this much strength.

Opposite him, the ancient clan expert was still wielding chains, coming on menacingly, trying to wrap the chains around Wang Teng and treat him the same way he had treated the descendants of the ancient emperor.

However, he was destined not to have that opportunity.

As Wang Teng raised his hand, a few words that sounded monotonous, yet seemed to contain a different kind of charm, came from his mouth.

"Throughout history..."

In an instant, the river of time behind Wang Teng suddenly erupted without any warning. No one knew why this was happening, but they could clearly see that the spacetime around Wang Teng seemed to be completely disordered.

They saw things that had appeared on this land years ago, decades ago, and even hundreds of years ago.

However, within that turbulent spacetime, they could no longer see Wang Teng or that ancient clan expert.

In an instant, both the human and ancient race experts stood up instinctively. They knew that Wang Teng must have used an extraordinary method to cause this turn of events.

But what about Wang Teng?
The turbulent spacetime before them allows them to see the past, but they cannot find Wang Teng!
Just as they were racking their brains to find Wang Teng, a voice seemed to ring out beside them, yet also seemed to transcend countless mountains and rivers and endless history.

“Sweep...pacify...all…”

They heard these words intermittently, as if they came from a dimension they couldn't perceive, but they were certain that the voice was Wang Teng's.

Everyone tried desperately to listen to that voice, but no matter how hard they tried, the voice seemed to be shrouded in mist, and no matter how hard they listened, they could not hear it clearly.

The spatial turbulence in the arena had gradually subsided, and everyone looked in that direction.

There were originally two figures standing there, but as time gradually calmed down, it was discovered that there was only one person standing there.

Wang Teng!

He stood there calmly, his battle robes neat and tidy, composed and at ease, as if he had not experienced the fierce battle that had just taken place, or as if nothing had happened at all.

But everyone remembers that just now Wang Teng fought against a powerful member of the ancient clan. The opponent was strong and even faced the influence of time travel to some extent.

"What about that ancient clan?" someone couldn't help but ask. (End of Chapter)