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"I see. You do have some tricks up your sleeve, but unfortunately, you're still too naive."

The Holy Son recovered from his shock, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more. Instead, he grabbed at Long Da with his palm again: "So what if you escaped once? You can escape for a while, but can you escape forever?"

A dark light burst forth from his palm.

It was so black and shiny that it made people uneasy.

The dark light seemed to have a life of its own, pulsating in long and short bursts, silently sweeping towards the dragon.

The instant the Holy Son unleashed that dark light, countless forests on the central sacred mountain felt their hearts pound wildly, experiencing a strange, overwhelming tremor and fear.

It was as if they were facing the common enemy of all living beings!

"Who says it can't be done?"

Just then, Feng Xia suddenly stretched out a hand and clenched his fingers slightly downwards.

Countless people were momentarily stunned as the Holy Son's attack struck simultaneously, yet... it didn't touch anything at all.

The dark light swept across the ground, instantly corroding a large chunk of rock before slowly dissipating into nothingness.

"Ok?"

The Holy Son narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them.

He noticed it instantly: on the summit of the central sacred mountain, a tiny speck of dust suddenly appeared in Feng Xia's outstretched palm. Who else could it be but Long Da?

"Very well, since you've all come together, let's wipe you all out."

A moment later, a smile appeared on Ying Daoyi's face, as if Feng Xia's actions just now did not make him feel the slightest bit angry.

He started walking again, his steps steady, seemingly oblivious to the divine light of the ladder to heaven, and steadily made his way to the summit.

To be fair, the Holy Son's ascent up the mountain was not fast, but every step he took felt like stepping on everyone's hearts, carrying boundless pressure, each step higher than the last, almost crushing people's minds.

He seemed to be walking from the ends of the earth, each step carrying the overwhelming power of heaven and earth, irresistible and unstoppable, destined to crush all enemies.

"He...he's here!"

Even top-tier demons like Xuan Qinghe and Wang Jue could only swallow their saliva at this moment.

Faced with that figure ascending to the mountain peak, they couldn't even muster the will to fight him.

"Too...too strong!"

At the critical moment.

Feng Xia suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Your Highness, did I grant you permission to come up?"

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Chapter 0331

So what if you don't allow it?

The Holy Son chuckled and shook his head, his tone growing increasingly cold: "There are many things in this world that, even if they happen right before your eyes, you are powerless to stop them. Forcibly stopping them will only result in your soul being scattered."

He looked up at the mountain peak, and although his gaze was upward, it gave everyone a strange feeling.

Ying Daoyi's body swelled infinitely, becoming increasingly majestic and astonishing, even surpassing the central divine mountain, looking down upon them from above.

Their every move, and even their thoughts, could not escape those cold eyes.

"I'm curious, what can you do if you don't allow it?"

As he spoke, Ying Daoyi continued walking towards the mountaintop with steady steps, as if mocking Feng Xia's weakness and powerlessness.

"If you have that power, you might as well try to stop this Holy Son."

"Your Highness, you're not giving up until you see the Yellow River."

Yellow River?

Which river is this?

The moment the thought crossed the mind of the Holy Son Ying Daoyi, he suddenly saw Feng Xia on the mountaintop extend his right hand, bend his index finger, and snap it forward.

In an instant, the world spun and time and space shifted.

"What……"

Immediately, the Holy Son noticed that the scenery around him had suddenly changed. Behind him was a vast and boundless land, and in front of him was a towering sacred mountain that reached into the clouds. A winding staircase led directly to the highest peak of the sacred mountain.

At the summit of the sacred mountain, many demonic beasts who witnessed this scene couldn't help but gape in astonishment.

An uproar, a clamor!

"This...this is?!"

"What's going on? Is it a spatial magic, or some kind of illusion?"

"Look! His Highness the Holy Son has actually returned to the foot of the mountain!"

"What just happened? I didn't see anything!"

Right before everyone's eyes, space seemed to have reversed, and the Holy Son Ying Daoyi, who had climbed the hundred steps, suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain!

Regardless of race or cultivation level, no one could see that scene clearly.

Xuan Qinghe's heart trembled violently. The moment Feng Xia made his move, he had focused all his attention on it. Unfortunately, he still failed to see through the mystery of Feng Xia's move!

"What exactly happened? What methods did he use?"

Xuan Qinghe's heart pounded wildly.

It is incomprehensible and impossible to understand.

The Holy Son Ying Daoyi's mind was also suddenly shaken. He looked around in disbelief, his expression changing drastically once again: "How could I... how could I be back down the mountain?"

More importantly, in the previous battle with Feng Xia, the various supernatural techniques were somewhat traceable.

This time, however, he truly couldn't understand it at all.

It is even more enigmatic than the so-called great supernatural powers of the Dao Heart, and its cause and effect are unknown!

"What's going on? Did I fall victim to his spatial magic?"

"No, there's no fluctuation of the Great Dao of Space, so it's not a spatial divine ability. Then what kind of divine ability is this? Or is it some kind of special talent?"

The Holy Son gritted his teeth. He felt a little dizzy, and the sense of helplessness and confusion he had felt when he was in the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison before surged up again.

He seemed to see an endless darkness, in which huge lotus petals transformed into a prison, sealing off the heavens and the earth. Even gods would be cast down from their pedestals and reduced to powerless mortals.

"Could it be that what he said is true?"

"The Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison Divine Power was never dispelled from beginning to end?"

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible! With our boundless wisdom, there has never been any supernatural power that cannot be broken throughout history!"

A deep, furious roar erupted from his heart. He unleashed all his magical power without reservation, charging headlong towards the summit of the central sacred mountain like a mad beast!

"Xia Donghai, prepare to die for this holy son!"

The Holy Son responded with a furious shout.

But then, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and goosebumps rose all over his back, as if in an instant he had fallen from a divine paradise into a hellish abyss!

What did he see?

In an instant, he rushed hundreds of feet up the Heavenly Ladder, but in the blink of an eye, he was back below the Heavenly Ladder. Ahead of him was a vast and endless sacred mountain, and the Heavenly Ladder was still unclimbed.

On the sacred mountain, there is Feng Xia, whose face remains calm and serene.

"This...how is this possible!"

At that moment, the Holy Son Ying Daoyi was completely stunned.

He even felt an unprecedented sense of horror—an emotion he had never experienced before. The mystery and the unknown brought with them a terrifying truth that was hard to accept.

What happened?

Why couldn't he sense any fluctuations in cultivation? Xia Donghai hadn't even moved a finger, yet he had already returned to where he came from, as if he had never moved even a single step!

In his view, even if a god were to descend to earth, he could never do this!

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

Feng Xia's lips curled up, a leisurely smile on his face: "Why are you still at the foot of the mountain? If you want me to die, you should naturally climb up the mountain."

As he watched Feng Xia's fingers occasionally curl up, the Holy Son's face grew increasingly gloomy.

After a long while, he finally spoke, word by word, asking:

"What kind of divine power did you use? Both you and this divine power are worthy of being remembered by this Holy Son."

His mouth suddenly split open to his ears, no longer maintaining the image of a youth. His flesh and blood writhed and dissolved, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a monster as big as a mountain of flesh right before everyone's eyes.

"What...what is this?!"

Xuan Qinghe had lost count of how many times he had been stunned.

Even with his vast experience and knowledge, he had never seen such a terrifying monster:

Its head is that of a true dragon, its body is that of a Qilin, it has phoenix wings on one side and Kunpeng wings on the other. A human face grows on its long tail, and it has six sharp claws under its body, as if they belong to different races. At the same time, eight heads grow horizontally from different parts of its body!

Each head is different.