Covering the Sky: I, Fuxi's Son, the Proven Emperor

They retreated rapidly for dozens of miles, widening the distance between them. This was a battle of the younger generation, a battle beyond their reach.

"Alright, I'd like to see just how powerful he really is."

The Yin-Yang Saint wore a crown, his face was like divine jade, and he was surrounded by black and white energy. His eyes were deep and he looked towards the center of the battlefield.

These days, his master has been telling him about the bloodlines of ancient emperors and their children. He's heard it so many times he's practically sick of it. He outwardly agrees, but deep down he's not convinced.

I soared down upon the world, why should I fear others? Like the great Nangong Zheng and the Peacock King, I roamed freely across the ten directions, challenging the holy land. That is the true hero.

"Cousin, let me handle this. This little Peng might have a problem with me!"

Xia Yiming's face was grim, his iron armor gleaming, and a true dragon was being born from his body, materializing from the ethereal.

That was the Great Dao Divine Law, possessing a terrifying aura that nearly shattered the heavens.

"Imperial Dragon Qi!"

Many people turned pale, not wanting this unique skill to reappear.

The progenitor of the Great Xia Dynasty is a myth, said to possess offensive power surpassing that of the gods. When the Imperial Dragon Qi is unleashed, it shatters the entire universe; no one in the world can withstand even a fraction of its power.

Claimed to be the greatest warrior of all time, at least widely recognized in Zhongzhou, Xia Yiming was angry, feeling that he had said the wrong thing and caused trouble for his cousin.

"No need, it has nothing to do with you anyway, this roc will jump eventually!"

Feng Yi refused, completely disregarding the Little Peng King and treating him as nothing. This contempt deeply stung the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, igniting his fury.

"Die! Bathe in the blood of the atavists, and forge my invincible path!"

The blond man shouted, his voice icy and chilling, penetrating to the bone.

"call out"

In an instant, he transformed into a golden ray of light, tearing through the sky and arriving at lightning speed. Between his fingers, a dragon and a roc circled, like yin and yang flowing and complementing each other, their power unparalleled.

The Supreme Heavenly Roc Dragon-Slaying Technique!

Legend has it that the ancient Tianpeng could fight and kill a true dragon, leaving behind such a legend. The whole world was in turmoil, the wind and clouds changed color, and endless killing intent and the divine laws of the Great Dao were like a tide, almost engulfing heaven and earth.

It was as if the ancestor of the Tianpeng clan had come back to life, his aura soaring through the sky and his roar shaking the mountains and rivers.

It was incredibly fast! The Heavenly Roc moved at top speed, and the Little Roc King, with a cruel expression on his face, slashed out with a claw, unleashing a torrent of power, aiming to pluck Feng Yi's head off.

He was like a golden god, unleashing divine punishment and judging mortals.

"hiss"

The surrounding cultivators broke out in a cold sweat; if they were in that position, they would have been instantly killed. Little Peng King was terrifying; his speed was unparalleled, and he had brought it to its absolute limit.

His sudden outburst revealed astonishing combat power, enough to kill even a being of the Holy Son level.

Even the Yin-Yang Saint changed color; this Little Peng King certainly had reason to be arrogant.

His speed is unparalleled, making him look down on his contemporaries and killing geniuses as easily as cutting vegetables. He is absolutely comparable to the King's Body!

"buzz"

However, this devastating blow could kill even the best among his contemporaries.

Feng Yi remained completely calm, as if a gentle breeze were caressing his face, and simply glanced silently at the Golden-Winged Roc King.

In an instant, the universe seemed to freeze, and everything stopped at that moment.

A martial will, as vast as the cosmos, emerged through his eyes and interfered with reality!

"what"

With a scream, Little Peng King's Heavenly Peng Divine Form and the Dao Intent of the Ancient Sage collapsed.

His body broke apart inch by inch, spontaneously combusting and heading towards destruction.

Like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves and wildfires burning withered grass, the primordial spirit is also obliterated, and the physical body turns into ashes.

Without runes or fluctuations, it was merely a will. With a single glance, Little Peng King died and vanished into nothingness.

"How is this possible?"

The crowd was in uproar, and many people felt they were hallucinating.

The Golden-Winged Roc King's talent and power are undeniable. He can look down upon all the holy sons and is absolutely comparable to a royal body.

But now, someone can die inexplicably just from being glared at. How terrifying!

Chapter Sixty-Seven: A Monument to Martial Arts

This was beyond people's comprehension; a chill ran from head to toe.

Xiao Peng Wang's death was too bizarre. He was only glanced at, yet he possessed no supernatural powers or Dao patterns, and then he inexplicably perished.

The assembled heroes were stunned and speechless for a long time. Facing the King of Men was as if they were looking up at an immortal monument to martial arts.

"With a single thought, he startled even the gods and spirits; with an invisible killing intent, he slew his enemy."

Not to mention ordinary people, even a cult leader was moved and pondered that kind of method, finding it unfathomable.

It was the powerful human expert, Nangong Zheng, who noticed something amiss.

It was an unparalleled will that, influencing the very forces of heaven and earth, suppressed and killed Little Peng King.

"So arrogant, I thought it was some birdman who could leap to the heavens, but it turns out he's just a sparrow, he can't fly far."

The big black dog said in a cheeky tone, in its mind, Feng Yi was the second Wu Shi.

It is naturally not to be offended. If it weren't for the fact that it had only recently begun its cultivation and its cultivation level was still shallow, it would have let Little Peng King taste what the Black Emperor's ferocious bite was like.

A stray dog ​​has become a spirit, which has attracted a lot of attention, but no one has said anything.

After all, this is an ancient and powerful family, perhaps the pet of some important figure.

Many powerful members of the demon race looked on with strange expressions. It was pitiful that the Golden-Winged Roc King, who was also a prodigy, was buried by a dirt dog after his death.

"Attaining enlightenment is nothing but a distant dream."

Silence fell, and the king's imposing presence filled the younger generation with dread.

I was terrified that he would glare at me to death; it was too frightening. How could an ant possibly compete with a dragon?

The kings of Zhongzhou, in particular, who had originally come with great ambition and boundless spirit, like a group of gods descending to earth, were now pale in comparison.

"At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? A single glance at the wind and the Dao vanishes into nothingness. Can he be compared to the ancient, beginningless one?"

The Yin-Yang Saint sighed, tears of blood welling in his eyes, filled with endless sorrow.

His ambitions and lofty aspirations were shattered at that moment.

He finally understood his master's words: the blood of an emperor is invincible, and it is a tragedy to live in the same era as such a person.

No matter how exceptionally beautiful or talented you are, you are destined to be nothing more than a green leaf, used to highlight the brilliance of this person.

He was moved to tears, his Dao heart was on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't help but sigh like this.

The scene before me is so similar to that of hundreds of thousands of years ago: kings rise up, while one man walks the great path alone.

"Without beginning!"

The mere mention of this name by the Yin-Yang Saint Son caused even the leaders of various religions to lose their composure.

The holy lands will never forget the Great Emperor Wushi, that god-like figure who brought the human race to its zenith.

With just one hand, it has crushed heroes throughout history, making them unable to lift their heads.

They swept through everything in their path, so powerful it was almost unbelievable. Even the most forbidden zones and immortal gods had to lie low.

Upon closer reflection, Feng Yi and Emperor Wushi are actually quite similar.

Since his birth, he has effortlessly swept aside his contemporaries, displaying the same extraordinary talent and brilliance.

"If Your Highness has the time, you may come to my Yin-Yang Sect to see the Yin-Yang Dao Scripture handwritten by our founder."

The group of old monsters, whose eyelashes were all empty, quickly realized what was happening.

The future of the Human King is bright. He has already demonstrated a potential that transcends limits and has broken many cultivation records.

Even if there's only a one in ten or two chance, it's worth betting heavily on someone who can rival the Great Emperor Wushi.

Yin Yang Sect Master Wang Yangzhan was the first to speak, completely at ease. He was over three thousand years old and nearing death, so he had long since lost all sense of shame.

Can face be used as a substitute for medicine?

These words shocked many people, for the scriptures of the Yin-Yang Sect were no ordinary things.

It can increase combat power by four to five times, and it has a profound understanding of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, which are boundless and mysterious.

"Is this what life is like for my older brother?"

Duan De changed his appearance, afraid of running into acquaintances, but still secretly envied them from the side.

To think that a dignified and virtuous Taoist master like him would be targeted and killed for so many years simply because he glanced at the ancestral tombs of the sacred site.

It's such a misunderstanding.

But look at our own prince, the Holy Land is practically begging to give him the throne. We're all human, yet the difference in treatment is too obvious.

So what if I'm a little handsome and have a bit of natural talent? Why isn't there a sacred place to discover my extraordinary potential?

Even if it meant becoming the Holy Son and guarding the tomb of the Sleeping God King, I would be willing, Duan De thought to himself.