I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 491 The battle between father and son
For the past two weeks, the Purple-Robed Scripture King has been having the same dream.

In his dream, he obtained a peerless weapon, a divine weapon that could transform into different forms.

That divine weapon was incredibly powerful, possessing all sorts of unimaginable magical abilities. Wielding it, he swept across the land, and no one in heaven or earth could rival him.

Wielding a divine weapon, he once again took control of the World Society, leading its disciples in battles across the land, unifying the entire nation, and creating an unprecedented great achievement. All living beings groveled at his feet.

One of the important reasons why the Purple-Clad Scripture King rushed to the Sword Worship Manor was because of this dream.

Dreams often have symbolic meaning.

He believed that this dream was God telling him that the peerless divine weapon was born for him and should be his, and that he would use the peerless divine weapon to dominate the world and create an unprecedented great cause.

However, he never told anyone about this dream.

The Purple-Clad King's already furrowed brows deepened as he stared intently at Bai Suzhen.

"What kind of dream are you talking about? What do you mean by it?"

A wicked smile appeared on Bai Suzhen's face: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I'll let you savor it again."

After speaking, she raised her slender arm and pointed her fair, jade-like fingers at the center of the purple-robed King's forehead.

Boom!

The purple-robed King felt the scene before him shatter into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in the World Society.

"Our leader is accomplished in both literature and martial arts, and will unify the martial world for thousands of years to come."

In the training ground of the World Society, countless people bowed and worshipped him.

Among them are many martial arts heroes and leaders of various sects.

Even more, the Purple-Clad King saw his eldest son, Xiong Ba, his grandson-in-law, Ying Xun, and Wu Wudi, who had once made him flee in disarray, kneeling at the very front.

In addition, the peerless divine weapon that could transform into any weapon was also placed beside him.

"wrong!"

Looking at the scene before him, the Purple-Clad Scripture King was filled with boundless pride, but just as he was about to tell everyone to stand up, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Immediately afterwards, everything blurred before my eyes, and the scene before me shattered again, and I was back in the sword pool.

At this moment, Queen Ziyi's back was already soaked with cold sweat. Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her, her eyes revealed an undisguised fear.

"You...I...the dream I had was woven by you?"

“There are six great crossings of the demon realm. Among them, the Crossing of the Lost Heart can weave dreams for people. The power you inherited from the Scripture King is essentially the Scripture Crossing, one of the six great crossings. The Scripture Crossing and the Crossing of the Lost Heart share the same origin. It is not difficult for me to weave a dream for you.” Bai Suzhen smiled faintly, her jade hand gently stroking her black hair, her tone soft.

"Your goal is to lure me into your trap?" The Purple-Robed Scripture King's face was grim as he gritted his teeth and said, "I suppose my blood is one of the materials used to forge this peerless divine weapon!"

Bai Suzhen clapped her hands and laughed: "Not bad, you're still quite clever."

"Damn it, you filthy bitch, I'll kill you!"

The thought that what he believed to be his destiny was actually just a dream woven by others, a game they had played with, filled the Purple-Robed Scripture King with rage.

Coupled with the hatred that originally belonged to King Jing, he could no longer suppress his raging anger.

With a sudden roar, he leaped into the air, his entire being like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a destructive force as he hurtled towards Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen did not choose to confront him head-on. Her figure transformed into a formless black mist, strangely dodging the attack from the Purple-Clad Scripture King. Then, she floated ten feet away and solidified her figure, saying calmly, "Purple-Clad Scripture King, today is the day you pay your debt, so the one who will deal with you is not me."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of heavy footsteps sounded.

The Purple-Clad Scripture King looked on warily and followed the sound. He saw a black figure emanating an even more domineering aura than himself. The figure wore a black cloak and had a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.

"Father, you didn't kill me last time, but today is your death day!"

Clearly, the person who came was Xiong Ba.

For the past five years, Xiong Ba has been seeking revenge against Zi Yi Jing Wang.

During this period, the father and son fought three times, and Xiong Ba was defeated each time.

Their last encounter was a year ago.

That was the time when Xiong Ba was most seriously injured. If Ying Xun hadn't given him a Blood Bodhi before, he would have died long ago.

At this moment, in addition to Xiong Ba, a man in black appeared in the sword pool.

Her entire body was shrouded in black, obscuring her face, but judging from her figure, she was clearly a woman.

She walked straight toward Bai Suzhen, who was not far away, and only after standing next to Bai Suzhen did she look at the purple-robed Scripture King in the arena.

Like Xiong Ba, her eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent.

If killing intent could materialize into swords and blades, the Purple-Clad Scripture King would likely have been torn to pieces in an instant.

She's a woman, and she's always by Bai Suzhen's side, yet she harbors such hatred towards the Purple-Clad Scripture King...

Without a doubt, this person is Kurohime.

Fifty years before the beginning of the story, the leader of the purple-clad gang, at the request of the righteous path of the martial arts world to eradicate the demonic sect, had the entire Hei family, who had already left the demonic sect, wiped out.

Therefore, as the last surviving member of the Hei family, Hei Tong hated Zi Yi Jing Wang so much that he wished he could drink his blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw on his bones...

Both of them had a grudge against the Purple-Clad Scripture King, but compared to Black Pupil, Xiong Ba was definitely more attractive to the Purple-Clad Scripture King.

"My good son, I never thought you would survive."

The Purple-Clad Scripture King looked at Xiong Ba with slight surprise. Although he sensed that the other party's aura was more unfathomable than before, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Besides his three previous victories, which gave him confidence in facing Xiong Ba, he also made further progress in the past year. He not only incorporated Wu Jing Wu Dao into his own martial arts, but also learned Xiong Ba's Three-Part Return to Origin Qi.

In the eyes of the Purple-Clad Scripture King, with his current strength, it was not impossible for him to sweep across the world, let alone the mere Xiong Ba.

"Father, how could I possibly die before I kill you!" Xiong Ba said coldly, his aura surging.

"Kill me? Hah, you think you can?!"

"Just me!"

The moment those three words were uttered, Xiong Ba made his move without hesitation.

He thrust both palms forward with a sudden burst of power, and the sound of thunder could be faintly heard as the force surged forth.

This move is called "Cloud Thunder Startles". It is a palm technique created by You Ruo by combining the Taoist magic passed down to her by Ying Xun with the Cloud Dispelling Palm. It combines the Zhen trigram and contains thunder. When both palms are used at the same time, the palm power contains yin and yang. Yin and yang merge and thunder is generated.

This move is a powerful and deadly attack that combines both prestige and intimidation.

Its sound was like thunder, shaking one's mind and spirit.

His might was like thunder, and his ferocity was unparalleled.

The only drawback is that it consumes a great deal of physical and mental energy.

"Hmph, then let me see just how much you've improved!"

The Purple-Clad Scripture King snorted coldly, channeling his full palm power to meet Xiong Ba's attack head-on. Thus began the battle between father and son.

Meanwhile, outside the villa.

A bolt of divine lightning crashed down.

This lightning bolt was unlike any other; it seemed to possess a kind of spirituality, like a thunder dragon roaring down from the heavens, ready to destroy everything in the world.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, a faint, ethereal figure could be seen—none other than Di Shitian.
At this moment, Indra had entered a state of calm and composure, as if even if the sky were to collapse, he would not be moved in the slightest.

He rode the thunder dragon that shook the universe, and with an unparalleled momentum, he bombarded Ying Xun.

"The Emperor's Thunderclap activated by the Heavenly-level Maha Boundless? Its power is several times stronger than the original Emperor's Thunderclap. Although Emperor Shitian is a bit crippled, he has not disappointed me."

As the lightning bolt struck, a cold smile flashed across Ying Xun's face. He then lightly touched the ground with his toes and soared into the air like a sharp sword, raising his palm to meet Di Shitian's Heavenly Thunder.

This palm strike was driven by the boundless power of heaven and earth, blending yin and yang, sweeping away all the yin and yang forces in the world. Even a simple palm strike is no less powerful than any top-tier martial art.

boom!
A deafening roar erupted, and the aftershocks of energy surged outwards like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

In an instant, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

The space around where the palm strikes and lightning collided suddenly trembled, and faint black cracks could be seen blooming, as if even the space itself could not withstand the power of the two strikes.

The surrounding area, spanning dozens of miles, was also shaking. The martial arts practitioners below felt as if they were facing the end of the world. The aftershocks alone caused many people to be covered in blood and faint.

The lightning dissipated.

Ying Xun's palm strike still shattered Di Shitian's Heavenly Thunder.

However, under the power of the thunder, he crashed to the ground like a falling meteor, causing the ground to sink and shatter, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Haha, Young Master Nineteen, how does it feel to unleash the Heavenly Mighty Thunder of the Emperor Heaven, which I am currently wielding?"

Di Shitian did not pursue the attack. Instead, he stood in the void, exuding a terrifying aura as vast as the heavens and the abyss, and looked down arrogantly at the swirling dust below.

Below, Ying Xun waved his long sleeves, suppressing the sandstorm, and looked up at the smug-looking Di Shitian, commenting with an air of importance: "Hmm, I must say, your Di Tian Mad Thunder is very strong, extremely strong!"

Indra sensed his perfunctory attitude and frowned slightly: "Young Master Nineteen, aren't you curious about where my Heavenly-level Maha came from?"

Ying Xun was taken aback at first, then asked seriously, "That's right, where did your Heavenly-level Maha come from?"

Although it was a question, the tone was very calm, and there was a sense of perfunctoriness in that calmness.

It was clear that Ying Xun was doing this on purpose, and this deliberate act made Di Shitian feel his contempt.

Therefore, Indra became angry again.

Perhaps he was a good-tempered person during the Qin Dynasty, but after the fall of the Qin Dynasty, he was by no means a good-tempered person.

He manipulates all living beings and compares himself to the heavens.

"Damn it, Ying Xun, you're asking for it!"

—The Emperor's Thunderous Fury.

Boom! !
……

While Ying Xun and Di Shitian were exchanging blows, the father and son in the Sword Pool were also engaged in a fierce battle.

After five years of silence, who knows how many people's power he absorbed with his Returning Origin Blood Hand? Coupled with his lack of principles and Dao, and his recent mastery of the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi, his strength has increased exponentially compared to the former leader of the Purple Robe Sect.

If it were the battle between Xiong Ba and him a year ago, Xiong Ba would have lasted at most five moves before being defeated.

But in the past year, Xiong Ba hasn't been wasting his time.

It should be noted that during these five years, Xiong Ba learned many profound martial arts techniques, among which the most important was the Wuqiu Yijue (无求易诀).

Having let go of his obsessions, and having vented a lot of anger and hatred in his battle with the Purple-Clad Scripture King a year ago, he now has a rather carefree and desireless mindset, like watching fallen flowers in leisure. Therefore, he has further comprehended the mysteries of the Seeking Nothingness Technique. Under the influence of the Seeking Nothingness Technique, the power of the martial arts he has learned has naturally increased further.

More importantly, after Ying Xun returned, he passed on a great deal of his internal energy.

Overall, Xiong Ba's improvement was no less than that of Zi Yi Jing Wang.

However, in the battle between the father and son, Xiong Ba was at a disadvantage.

The reason is simple: the skills that Xiong Ba is best at, such as the family's Broken Sword Technique and the Three-Part Returning Qi, have all been learned by Zi Yi Jing Wang. However, Xiong Ba does not know Zi Yi Jing Wang's Returning Blood Hand and Wu Jing Wu Dao martial arts.

In this way, Xiong Ba's moves will naturally be countered by Zi Yi Jing Wang.

Seeing Xiong Ba fall into a disadvantageous position, Hei Tong, hidden beneath his black robe, couldn't help but shout.

"Owner."

Bai Suzhen seemed to know what she was going to say, and said calmly, "No rush. Even if Xiong Ba can't defeat the Purple-Clad Scripture King, he won't be defeated. Wait until they are both exhausted before you take revenge."

Xiong Ba was, after all, a man with the Mandate of Heaven, and also Ying Xun's father-in-law. Therefore, Bai Suzhen always believed that Xiong Ba would never lose to the Purple-Clad Scripture King in this battle.

As for the Purple-Clad Scripture King, he will surely die in this battle!
After all, besides Xiong Ba, there was also Hei Tong.

Although Hei Tong's strength is not as great as Xiong Ba's, killing a Purple-Clad Scripture King who has been greatly weakened is no problem for him.

Bang bang bang!
Xiong Ba unleashed a barrage of punches, palm strikes, and kicks, each move and stance terrifying beyond measure. It possessed not only the enduring power of the wind, the fierce strength of the clouds, and the chilling cold of the frost, but also the amplification of the Wuqiu Yijue technique and the ferocious tyranny of thunder magic.

Unfortunately, even so, he was no match for the Purple-Clad Scripture King for the time being.

As the battle between the father and son continued, a white mist gradually rose from the sword pool.

"Ah, Yunlai Wonderland."

Zi Yi Jing Wang chuckled, knocked Xiong Ba back with a punch, and shook his head, saying, "It's useless. I also know the Cloud-Dispelling Palm. A move from the Cloud Lai Immortal Realm is useless against me."

The Cloud Wonderland is the eleventh move of the Cloud Dispelling Palm. It can place the enemy in a cloud of mist, making them unable to see the boundaries. Moreover, the mist can also cause the opponent to have hallucinations, seeing the scene they fear most. When the enemy loses their composure, the palm strike can be delivered with a fatal blow.

"Father, today I will make you die under the Cloud-Dispelling Palm."

Xiong Ba's voice came from the clouds, as ethereal and uncertain as the clouds in the sky.

"Foolish! You think you can defeat me with your mere Cloud-Dispelling Palm?"

The Purple-Clad Scripture King ripped off his cloak and used his hand to make it swirl wildly, forming a hurricane vortex that forcefully sucked in the surrounding clouds. In just a few breaths, he nearly destroyed the Cloud Paradise that Xiong Ba had carefully set up.

Just then, a figure silently clapped his hands behind the Purple-Clad Scripture King.

"I knew you had a backup plan, and I was just waiting for you to come up with it."

The Purple-Clad Scripture King was clearly prepared. With a flick of his cloak, it instantly transformed into a sword, stabbing towards the figure behind him.

This cloak not only contains the immense power of a move from the Cloud Realm, but also a wild and unrestrained force. If it hits Xiong Ba, he will be severely injured even if he doesn't die.

However, just as the cloak was about to strike Xiong Ba in the blink of an eye, he instantly transformed into a cloud of mist and dissipated.

"Oh no, we've been tricked."

The Purple-Clad Scripture King was startled, but the real Overlord had already made his move. The water sphere formed from the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi slammed heavily into the Purple-Clad Scripture King's chest.

boom!
The purple-robed king's burly body trembled violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)