Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 475 The Ancestor Arrives, The Ancestor Dies
Dragon.

Its very existence is the oldest interpretation of "the limitations of human power." Whether it is the divine dragon of the East or the evil dragon of the West, they are all natural disasters that transcend the totems of all living beings.

Even someone as powerful as Indra only dared to secretly plot against the dragon on auspicious days when the dragon was weakened.

Today, Ren Shaoyang uses the miraculous power of "Harmony of Heaven" to influence the entire island.

The sleeping dragon felt threatened and immediately opened its eyes to fight back!

In an instant, a wild and boundless aura surged forth, causing not only him but also Hongxiu to shudder and tremble all over.

Ren Shaoyang was the first to be hit. He felt the world rapidly expanding while he was rapidly shrinking. The vast aura surrounded him, forming a huge vortex that made him lose control and slowly sink inward.

He was momentarily distracted, a fleeting moment of panic crossing his mind.

Immediately, Ren Shaoyang narrowed his eyes, his divine will spreading outwards, using the method of "harmony" to constantly probe the weaknesses of the divine dragon hidden underground.

In Ren Jianshen's view, everything in the world has flaws, there is no absolute harmony, only relative harmony, and everything aims at the ceaseless flow.

Therefore, he firmly believed that both unparalleled martial arts and unparalleled masters had flaws, and of course, the dragon was no exception.

The dragon underground seemed to be enraged, and its energy suddenly became wildly unleashed.

Indra's expression changed, and he shouted sternly, "The dragon has awakened!"

"Master!" Luo Xian asked, "Was it the dragon awakened by the struggle between Ding'an and the Water God Ancestor?"

Di Shitian paused for a moment, then turned to look at the white-robed figure: "Sword God Ren, what do you think?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "No."

"Oh?" Indra raised his eyebrows. "Who can awaken the dragon?"

"Me!" Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, "Only me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of power, as if a mountain were crashing down on them.

"Ah~!"

A dozen or so sailors with less skill experienced their blood and qi surging wildly, which they could not control. They immediately died, bleeding from all seven orifices.

At this moment, a raging torrent surged into the sky and earth, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

Giant waves surged up again on the calm sea, their roar deafening. Countless fish floated to the surface belly up, and the entire island in the middle of the lake shook as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

This energy arrived swiftly and abruptly, its ferocity unprecedented.

Even Indra couldn't help but change color, his arm hairs stood on end, and his scalp tingled. He was secretly shocked: "In terms of ferocity, the phoenix is ​​nothing compared to the dragon!"

Waves of air surged in, causing Ren Shaoyang's sleeves to flutter, but the air currents shifted in an instant, becoming nothing more than an illusion.

Suddenly, Indra could no longer sense his presence.

Ren Shaoyang "disappeared." He was clearly standing in the same spot, but his spirit and aura subtly changed in response to the dragon's might. He seemed to have become a stubborn rock, standing in the wind, letting the powerful aura sweep past him one by one.

I remain unmoved.

"What superb Void Refining skills!" Di Shitian thought to himself in surprise.

The ground shook violently, and Luo Xian felt a tremor run through her body. She quickly drew her Greedy Wolf Sword and Heavenly Blade and planted them in the ground to maintain her balance.

"Sword God Ren, the Divine Dragon has awakened ahead of schedule. We must make our move." Di Shitian's voice was icy, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

“I know,” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile.

How could he not know? He was the one who woke up the dragon.

"Deal with the Water God Ancestor as soon as possible, otherwise, with such a troublemaker, things might suddenly change."

Hongxiu sneered: "We're not shit."

Di Shitian said coldly, "Ren Hongxiu, this is the last time you will disrespect me."

Hongxiu chuckled, "Alright." As she spoke, she strode towards the two who were locked in a frenzied exchange of blows. Suddenly, she swung her legs and charged forward like a whirlwind, letting out a sharp cry.

"Ding'an, a swift and decisive victory is needed!"

"Roger that!"

Ding An laughed heartily, and with a flash of light, his blade moved like the morning sun, warm and comforting.

It is the starting move of the Three Unfettered Strike Techniques – “Emotional Arousal”!
Although the Water God Ancestor's divine will dissipated, he was a veteran of countless battles and immediately switched from offense to defense. He stomped his feet, and with a loud bang, the ground was shaken into a crater by his heels.

He took a deep breath, stepped back, and assumed a horse stance. In an instant, he raised his left fist and tucked his right fist to his waist, the ruthless power of the "Divine Water Technique" permeating his entire body.

The blade flashed across the sky, slashing diagonally.

The Water God Ancestor remained expressionless, waiting patiently for the opportune moment. His left fist protected his face, while his right fist was imbued with full power, ready to unleash a powerful punch that would instantly kill his opponent.

Forty feet, thirty feet, twenty feet
"when!"

Fist and knife clashed, exploding into a blinding halo of light.

Both were fierce and powerful men, each possessing immense strength. After exchanging blows, neither retreated, but instead engaged in another all-out attack.

With focused concentration, he unleashed a barrage of attacks: fast and slow sword strikes, light and heavy sword strikes, the lingering flame sword technique, the water and fire in harmony, the fire and water in disharmony, and the three sword strikes of forgetfulness.

Suddenly, the blades on the field flashed like snowflakes, like fiery dragons, stirring up boundless energy as they charged and crashed about.

The Water God Ancestor was not to be outdone. His arms were nourished by dragon blood, making them impervious to blades and spears. Even after being slashed hundreds of times by the Eagle Blade, only sparks flew as he continued to retaliate without fear.

Just then, a red figure suddenly entered the arena and reached out to grab it.

This attack was faster than anyone could have imagined. The Water God Ancestor was caught off guard by the newcomer's lightning-fast movements and quickly dodged.

In a flash, an opening appeared. The man chuckled and swung his fist with incredible speed.

Click!

The Water God Ancestor's helmet was smashed to pieces, flying out in all directions, and he staggered backward.

But then Hongxiu showed a slight look of surprise on her face and clapped her hands twice more.

This move was extremely ordinary, yet it was incredibly terrifying. What Hongxiu slashed out seemed not to be a palm, but two electric dragons, one straight and one curved, shooting towards the Water God Ancestor.

"Humph!"

The Water God Ancestor snorted coldly, straddled the ground, and suddenly thrust out his fists.

Hurrah!
The electric dragon was blocked by two fists, crackling and popping. Then, with a loud bang, it was as if gunpowder had exploded in the arena, and dust billowed up.

Just then, the Water God Ancestor suddenly roared, his voice booming through the air, and threw a punch at Hongxiu.

The fist carried unparalleled power, causing the flames on the ground to shake violently; its power was astonishing.

"Take this!" Ding An roared, raising his gleaming white eagle-blade and leaping down to slash.

Upon seeing Ding An's strike, Di Shitian's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "He must completely conceal the flames within the blade. If they make contact, the resulting explosion will likely scorch the heavens and the earth!"

He turned to look at Ren Shaoyang, who had a relaxed expression, and his anger grew even stronger: "These three bumpkins all have such talent, God is really unfair!"

With a loud bang, flames scattered in all directions.

Flames raged around the two of them, like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

Ding An shouted loudly, and swept his long sword horizontally, the temperature of the blade suddenly changing from scorching hot to icy cold.

However, he used a completely opposite move – “Desolation of Love”.

Such a shift between yin and yang, hot and cold, is like moving from the height of summer to the depths of winter, from hustle and bustle to quiet desolation, or like a sudden, abrupt breakup from passionate love.

The changes were so dramatic, it was as if something had fallen from the sky to the ground.

Faced with such a move, an ordinary person would likely have their mentality collapse instantly, leaving them powerless to resist.

But the Water God Ancestor is truly formidable; his body is so strong that it cannot be cut or broken, and he is even immune to mental attacks because his divine will has dissipated.

He raised his foot and stomped his foot, assuming a fighting stance again, and charged forward with a furious roar.

In the blink of an eye, the two were evenly matched, their fists clashing with knives and their legs exchanging blows, their fight a magnificent and earth-shattering spectacle.

The Water God Ancestor suddenly retracted his left fist and punched out with all his might with his right fist, shouting, "Hmph!"

This punch was like a cannonball shooting into the sky, striking Ding'an's sword directly. Its force was unparalleled, forcing him to take three steps back.

Seeing that he had repelled the enemy with one punch, the Water God Ancestor subconsciously threw another punch, roaring, "Die!"

Suddenly, a giggle was heard.

boom!
A loud metallic clang echoed throughout the venue, sending dust flying everywhere.

This punch, delivered with full force, struck the attacker squarely in the head. The entire force should have caused the head to explode, with brain matter splattering everywhere.

But the Water God tilted his head, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Whee!"

A soft laugh rang out again.

Hongxiu pressed her forehead against the enormous fist, her flowing hair slowly cascading down. She mischievously raised her eyelids and smiled playfully, "Not enough~!"

The Water God Ancestor suddenly felt a shiver run through his body, and his feet swayed backward, almost causing him to slip and fall to the ground.

"Hehe." The witch smiled with narrowed eyes, clenched her fists with both hands, hung upside down, and suddenly swung her right heel up, 'boom,' slamming it into the head of the Water God Ancestor.

This heel strike landed in the same spot as the punch just now.

Click!

The Water God Ancestor screamed in agony, blood spurting from his forehead as he tried to cover his head and retreat.

Hongxiu shouted sharply, "Break off the hand! Grab the hand!"

"Alright!" Ding An sheathed his sword, pounced forward, and grabbed his hands with both of his.

The Water God Ancestor's eyes widened in fury, like an angry yaksha, and he was about to forcefully shake him off.

To my surprise, despite swinging my arms left and right, I couldn't break free!

The next moment, a snow-white jade foot with a golden bell tied to its ankle slowly descended from above the head of the Water God Ancestor.

"You actually ruined one of my shoes." Hongxiu smiled. "What is your punishment?"

It turned out that the blow to her head had not only broken his head, but also shattered her shoe.

"Roar!"

The Water God Ancestor suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and was about to bite the jade foot!
"Pervert!" Hongxiu frowned, leaped up, and casually slashed at her waist.

Damn!
The heavens and earth turned red!
A bloodcurdling scream erupted, a truly terrifying sound.

Then a blood-red scimitar was seen stuck straight into the head of the Water God Ancestor!
"Hmph, perverts must die!" Suddenly, Hongxiu shouted, her little feet lightly stepping on the hilt of the knife.

puff!
The sharp tip of the "candle flower red" shines out from the lower jaw.

Thick, black blood gushed down the crimson blade.

(End of this chapter)