Doupo: I'm just an alchemist

With such a terrifying aura pressing down on them, the powerful figures of both races couldn't help but feel despair...

Their all-out attack was so easily countered by the opponent. Do they still have any hope of winning?

There was absolutely no chance of turning things around; this suffocating sense of despair was something they all experienced firsthand.

Hand over the ancient jade, and you'll still have a chance to survive.

If they don't hand over the ancient jade, their only fate is death!
"Nangong Wuxin, you are far too confident. I admit you are very strong, but to dare to come to my Yan Clan's space is truly unwise. Since that's the case, then you shall perish here today!"

A hint of mockery flashed across Yan Jin's face. How could these country bumpkins possibly understand the profound knowledge of the Dou Di race?

The next moment, the descendants of the Yan Clan knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically.

Blood gushed from their foreheads, and this blood, like burning flames, wove together mysterious runes.

Yan Jin also bowed and kowtowed sincerely: "Unfilial descendant, please bless my ancestors and protect my Yan clan to get through this crisis!"

A large number of treasures containing energy were thrown out, and the sky was instantly occupied by an extremely hot sea of ​​fire, which swept through the entire space.

As the Yan Clan continued to kowtow, a slightly ethereal red-haired old man actually emerged from the crimson sea of ​​fire.

This... is the progenitor of the Yan clan bloodline—Emperor Yan!
"Please, ancestors, return to your rightful place!"

As this figure appeared, everyone in the Yan Clan felt a tremor in their bloodline.

Tears welled in their eyes as they looked with utmost reverence at the figure who exuded an aura that transcended all others.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

The Yan Emperor's originally somewhat illusory figure became almost tangible as he continuously absorbed energy.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his descendants. His confused gaze quickly became bright.

"The Yan Clan? My descendants!"

"Ancestors, please bless us unfilial descendants!"

"Is this the remnant soul of Emperor Yan? That's quite interesting. It's a pity, though, that he must have perished long ago."

Nangong Wuxin narrowed his eyes and watched all this quietly, without making any move to interrupt or stop it.

Not only him, but everyone on their side noticed that the remnant soul of Emperor Yan didn't seem to be very bright.

If nothing unexpected happens, the ancestor of the Yan Clan must have perished long ago.

"Three Nine-Star Dou Sheng?"

The remnant soul of Emperor Yan slowly raised its head and noticed the intruder. However, upon seeing the opponent's strength, its fragmented mind paused for a moment.

"Emperor Yan, although you became a Dou Di, it seems you have still fallen. Today, let me send you off on your final journey, and let the entire Yan Clan do the same!"

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Wuxin had already entered the Danhun Realm state, and his golden eyes were the best proof of that.

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The Yellow Springs Roar!

Roar! ! !
This move, based on the Wrath of the Yellow Springs and modified according to Nangong Wuxin's own situation, is the Roar of the Yellow Springs. The power he unleashed with such soul force made everyone change color.

Wherever that terrifying soul sound wave passed, the void ceased to exist, leaving only a pitch-black nothingness.

This attack surpassed the speed of light and seemed to transcend time. The remnant soul of Emperor Yan couldn't react in time and was directly struck. The next moment, the remnant soul of Emperor Yan, who appeared to be unharmed, turned into ashes little by little, like a piece of paper after it had burned, and dissipated into the world.

What followed was the terrible backlash.

The power of this move, Roar of the Yellow Springs, was terrifying. Even the remnant soul of the Flame Emperor could not completely withstand it. Moreover, this destructive force shattered the souls of all members of the Flame Clan whose souls were below the Spirit Realm through their bloodlines!
All the Yan Clan members who had not yet reacted and could not accept what they were seeing had their souls shattered, leaving behind countless soulless shells.

However, all of this happened in just one second before Nangong Wuxin unleashed the Roar of the Yellow Springs.

"How...is this possible? How could this be! It's impossible!!!"

The remaining powerful members of the Yan Clan couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes. How could this be?
The people around Nangong Wuxin were also stunned for a moment, and some even pinched themselves to try to tell whether this was reality or a dream.

How could there be such a powerful expert? The power that Nangong Wuxin displayed has completely surpassed their understanding.

Even an Emperor-level soul couldn't achieve this, right?
"You stubborn fools, you shall perish here!"

Without hesitation, Nangong Wuxin waved his hand, and more than fifty Saint Realm experts attacked simultaneously, completely eliminating all the Yan Clan members and the Lei Clan's experts with overwhelming force.

After obtaining the ancient jade from the Yan Clan, Nangong Wuxin led his people to march towards the Lei Clan.

Upon arriving at the Thunder Clan's space, Nangong Wuxin and the others saw a person who, despite only being a half-saint, made Nangong Wuxin not even consider making a move.

Because he is—Mang Tianchi.

"Unintentional, why did it come to this?"

Mang Tianchi looked at this most outstanding graduate in the history of Canaan Academy with mixed feelings.

"Dean, for your sake, I will give the Lei Clan a chance. Hand over the ancient jade to me, and I will not harm the descendants of the Lei Clan."

Nangong Wuxin stretched out his hand, his golden eyes looking at Mang Tianchi.

This is his bottom line. Those bloodline descendants deserve to live, but the powerful members of the Thunder Clan must die!

Except for... the dean.

"Heh...Do I still have a chance to resist?"

Mang Tianchi sighed, looked around at the people, and handed the ancient jade in his hand to Nangong Wuxin.

In the current Thunder Clan space, apart from Mang Tianchi, a half-saint powerhouse, the strongest remaining beings are a few Dou Zun.

Without hesitation, Nangong Wuxin eliminated all of them, leaving only the Lei Clan members below the Dou Zong level.

Then, under Mang Tianchi's complicated gaze, he gently blew air.

call……

Countless wisps of mist enveloped the Thunder Clan's space. Upon seeing the mist, everyone quickly shook their heads and distanced themselves to shake off their dizziness.

"Don't worry, Dean. This is the Nightmare Mist of the Pure Lotus Demon Saint. For the next hundred years, they will live in the illusion and it will not pose any threat to them."

Well, if he hadn't become emperor, it's hard to say whether they would have been able to find someone to take revenge on a hundred years later.

Watching Nangong Wuxin lead everyone away, Mang Tianchi shook his head, closed the Lei Clan space, set up a protective barrier, and silently sat outside to guard it.

On the other side, Nangong Wuxin did not stop, but led everyone towards the Soul Clan's space.

At the same time, after noticing Nangong Wuxin's actions, the Soul Emperor dared not delay and hurriedly ordered his clansmen to set up a great formation and summon the ancestor...

By the way, because the Void Devouring Flame refined the bloodline power of other ancient races, making their bloodlines impure, their ancestors no longer respond to their calls.

(End of this chapter)