It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent; even an Immortal Emperor would have to kneel be

Upon hearing Zhou Yuan's words, Yang Qi and the other disciples of the Boundless Holy Land all frowned.

"Crown Prince of Great Zhou, what do you mean by this? We have no intention of competing with you for this Blood Bodhi Fruit," Yang Qi said.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan laughed heartily.

"I know you don't want to compete with me for this Blood Bodhi Fruit, but I don't know if you've had any other opportunities in the Misty Wonderland these past few days."

"How about this, show me your storage bags and I'll let you leave?"

Zhou Yuan spoke casually, showing no regard for Yang Qi and the others.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qi and the other disciples of the Boundless Holy Land immediately turned pale.

They had no intention of competing with Zhou Yuan, but Zhou Yuan did not want to let them go.

Xiao Rufeng and Bai Zitian both looked at Zhou Yuan with unfriendly expressions.

They could tell that the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty was very powerful, and the aura flowing from him was extremely strong and domineering.

I'm afraid even an ordinary ninth-level half-saint wouldn't be able to withstand his pressure.

Zhou Yuan looked at everyone, unmoved. The smile on his face disappeared, and he snorted coldly.

"What? Hand over the storage bag now? Do you want me to take action?"

After Zhou Yuan finished speaking, his followers behind him simultaneously released their auras, their faces filled with ruthlessness, and surrounded the group.

"What should we do? Senior brother, should we fight him? This Crown Prince of Great Zhou is clearly up to no good. Even if we hand over the storage bag, he probably won't let us go."

Some disciples of the Wuji Holy Land spoke to Yang Qi through gritted teeth.

Yang Qi fell silent. Among the many members of the Boundless Holy Land, he was the Holy Son and the backbone of the group.

The pressure they are facing at this moment is naturally enormous.

He wasn't confident he could defeat Zhou Yuan, but he was truly willing to swallow his pride, submit, beg for mercy, and hand over the storage bag.

That's not like him at all.

Yang Qi gritted his teeth and roared.

"All disciples of the Boundless Holy Land, follow me to battle!"

The next moment, Yang Qi unleashed his power and charged towards Zhou Yuan.

Yang Qi was confident that with his sudden outburst, he could definitely catch Zhou Yuan off guard.

But the next moment, he rushed up to Zhou Yuan and his expression changed drastically.

At this moment, Zhou Yuan's aura was extremely terrifying, and countless black dragon phantoms exploded and appeared around him.

Zhou Yuan looked at Yang Qi and sneered.

He raised his hand and threw a punch.

With countless black dragons exploding around him, they pressed down on Yang Qi with a world-destroying aura.

With a scream, Yang Qi was thrown backward, crashing into something behind him.

He landed beside a group of disciples from the Boundless Holy Land, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Qi looked at Zhou Yuan with disbelief. How could the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou be so strong?

Despite being at the same level, he was no match for Zhou Yuan and was defeated so thoroughly.

Yang Qi, as the Holy Son of the Boundless Holy Land, was confident that he was no weaker than any of the younger generation in Tiannan Xuanzhou, yet he was defeated so decisively at this moment.

Even when it was a surprise attack by myself.

At this moment, Xiao Rufeng, Bai Zitian, and the rest of the Wuji Holy Land people were looking at the seriously injured Yang Qi.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions grim.

Even Yang Qi, the strongest player in the arena, was no match for the Crown Prince of Zhou.

Aren't they finished?

"I have completed the final step of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture. How could you possibly be a match for this Crown Prince?"

Zhou Yuan looked at the ugly expressions on everyone's faces and smiled faintly.

Ever since the Supreme Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty obtained a fragment of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, none of the princes or emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty have been able to cultivate it to that final stage.

Then Zhou Yuan appeared, the greatest person in history to have received the title of "Number One Person in the Great Zhou Dynasty".

He finally reached that point, cultivating the incomplete Heavenly Emperor Scripture to its final stage.

His strength has undergone a dramatic change.

Zhou Yuan was overjoyed. If he obtained the complete version of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, he couldn't imagine what level he could reach.

It's likely that the entire southern region is his for the taking.

After Yang Qi's defeat, no one from the Wuji Holy Land dared to step forward. Their strength was far inferior to Yang Qi's, and rushing forward would only lead to their deaths.

"Throw them under the Blood Bodhi Tree, so that the Blood Bodhi Tree may bear more Blood Bodhi Fruits."

Zhou Yuan gave instructions to his subordinates.

The people behind him nodded hurriedly and slowly walked towards Yang Qi and his group.

At this moment, everyone in the Boundless Holy Land was on high alert as these figures approached.

Their holy son Yang Qi has fallen, their backbone has fallen, and they all look on in despair.

Bai Zitian felt bitter. He regretted not reminding Xiao Rufeng in the first place, as he had only gotten himself involved.

He glanced at Xiao Rufeng.

His expression changed slightly.

The Xiao Rufeng before him did not display the same despair and helplessness as the Wuji disciples in the arena.

Instead, it was unusually calm, as still as a deep well.

Bai Zitian was puzzled. Xiao Rufeng's cultivation level was only at the seventh level of the Half-Saint realm, and he was no match for Yang Qi. How could he possibly face someone as powerful as Zhou Yuan?

Xiao Rufeng was able to remain calm; did he have something to rely on?

"Brother Xiao, do you have a way to defeat the enemy?"

Bai Zitian asked.

Xiao Rufeng looked at Bai Zitian and smiled faintly.

The person in front of him had just spoken up to remind him and clear up their doubts, although Xiao Rufeng didn't know why.

But he kept this sentiment in his heart, he said with a smile.

"certainly."

Then Xiao Rufeng took out two tokens from his waist, holding one in each hand.

Both tokens before me are priceless treasures, each containing a mental clone.

It was given to him by Gu Hao before he entered the Misty Wonderland.

The other one was given to him by Chen Ping.

Gu Hao's clone was also crafted with strength within the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm, and it would not exceed the limit of the Misty Immortal Realm.

Xiao Rufeng was lost in memories.

Gu Hao was full of confidence when he left the secret realm and entrusted this clone to him.

"Ru Feng, there is a mental clone of mine here. Although it is only at the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm, it is enough to keep you safe inside."

Thinking of this, Xiao Rufeng decisively stuffed the token that Gu Hao had given him back into his storage bag.

The next moment, another token in his hand flickered with light, and a figure in white appeared.

Holding a long sword, he was a peerless figure.

Xiao Rufeng looked at Chen Ping's back and smiled confidently.

Although this was an avatar of his master, it gave him a sense of security that was no less than that of his master himself.

This figure, no matter what danger or difficulty he encounters, will always stand in front of him and shield him from everything.

He will always believe in Chen Ping and will always believe in his master!

Bai Zitian saw "Chen Ping" appear at this moment.

His eyes widened in surprise; he realized it was an avatar.

Moreover, it seems to be the lowest level of clone, which has no consciousness and only 1% of the strength.

Bai Zitian had doubts, but if Chen Ping himself appeared, he would trust Chen Ping unconditionally.

Because the sense of oppression Chen Ping exerted on him was far greater than that of the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou.

But is this clone really enough?

Bai Zitian narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, the disciples of the Boundless Holy Land behind him also noticed Chen Ping's clone.

However, they showed no joy. Having cultivated for many years, they were not fools and recognized that this was a low-level clone.

Moreover, they believed that even if Master Xiao Rufeng himself were to descend, he would probably not be a match for Zhou Yuan.

After all, their understanding of Chen Ping was limited to the fact that he was Xiao Rufeng's master.

All that is known is that he is a cultivator from the Northern Region.

Forget about such a small place.

The crowd was in despair and had little hope for the "Chen Ping" before them.