1082: C1082 One in the Sky

C1082 One in the Sky

"You, you actually dared to offend my nine great supreme power! You're courting death!" Within the Ancestral Array, nine silhouettes yelled at Ji Hao with cold voices.

The immortalism was in a state of upheaval as it suppressed the heaven and earth.

But Patriarch Haotian and the rest were not afraid.

Instead, his red eyes looked at them as he slowly said, "It seems that nobles really forget everything. The sins that you have created should be repaid today!"

Patriarch Haotian's voice shook heaven and earth.

It was like a thunderclap.

The eyes of the nine shadows flickered, filled with puzzlement.

"Who are you?"

"Eternity Warring Race, come specially to seek revenge and eliminate your nine great forces!"

Patriarch Darkheaven roared in rage.

The nine forefathers released their immortalism at the same time. The strength of the ninth heaven of Immortal Emperor Realm directly caused the entire world to be incomparably stifling.

As for those nine figures, their bodies trembled violently as well.

Then he smiled savagely.

"So there are still survivors from Eternity Warring Race. This is a good opportunity for us to clean up this mess. We will use our last bits of strength to clean up this mess, and clean up the last of the obstructions from our younger generation!"

The one who spoke was from Immortal Sword Sect.

Although he had fallen for ten thousand years, his pair of eyes still shone with a bright sword intent, as if they would be able to shatter the stars in the sky.

Domineering, bright, and sharp!

"Then you can try." Patriarch Haotian took a step forward, his big hands striking downwards, a terrifying burst of immortal power condensed and exploded out, suppressing the ancestor of Immortal Sword Sect.

"How dare you!"

The ancestor of the Immortal Sword Sect pointed her finger in the air, causing the terrifying sword might to transform into a vast sky of killing intent, directly rushing into the immortal power of the Patriarch Haotian, wanting to kill everything.

However, Patriarch Haotian only smiled.

"Do you really think you're still in your prime?" The Patriarch Haotian laughed in disdain, a torrent of immortal energy instantly swept across and killed the sword dragon in mid air.

The Immortal Sword Sect Patriarch's expression froze.

It was not the time for them to be at their peak state. Otherwise, why would they need to fear these juniors in front of them?

Although Patriarch Haotian and the rest were old, in their eyes, they were still juniors. If they did not die, how could they have been bullied to such an extent?

What a joke!

After shattering the Sword Dragon, the nine old ancestors attacked simultaneously and began to fight against the nine old ancestors. After all, they were not at their peak levels yet. They were all at a disadvantage and ultimately ended up being killed off one by one.

The eyes of the nine Patriarchs were filled with hatred.

If they were annihilated, what could the nine great powers rely on?

Wait for death!

With the formation broken, Tang Zun and the rest rushed out, and said respectfully to Patriarch Haotian and the rest: "Old Ancestor, please leave this to us."

The nine Patriarchs nodded.

Tang Zun and the rest rushed in.

Very soon, the wails of the disciples of the nine great forces could be heard. Most of their realms were not as strong as the Desolate Sect's, and the slightest mistake would lead to certain death.

On the other side, Xiao Chen and Chen Lei also displayed their might. One person against four was not at a disadvantage. Chen Yi turned into a Demonic Deity, swallowing the world and the stars.

In a short period of time, they had already bitten and killed the Lord Prefect of the Castrum Divinitus, causing the three of them to have incomparably ugly looks on their faces.

On the other side, Xiao Chen killed off the four people of Jian Wenjun's group. The might of the Demonic Halberd, Xiao Chen's invincible existence. When Xiao Chen's astral body appeared, his strength increased explosively.

"Puff …"

Blood spurted out from Jian Wen Jun's chest.

The might of Xiao Chen's palm strike was boundless and terrifying.

"Today, all of you will die!" Xiao Chen's attack on the flying sword Wen Jun did not kill him, but it crippled his cultivation. Thus, at this moment, Jian Wen Jun was already a cripple.

"Saint Lord, leave it to us."

The old ancestor spoke and stood beside Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen thought for a while before nodding his head in agreement. The strength of the remaining people such as the Pavilion Master of the Sun Moon Heavenly Pavilion, the Grandmaster of the Profound Sky Sect, was sufficient to sweep them away.

Patriarch Haotian took over Morning Tear.

On the other hand, Xiao Chen flew to the side of the heavily injured Jian Wen Jun. When he saw the pale face of Jian Wen Jun, Xiao Chen said indifferently, "I will not kill you, but only cripple your cultivation. From today onwards, you will find a place to hide yourself."

After he finished speaking, Xiao Chen turned around and left.

"Why?"

Looking at Xiao Chen's back, Jian Wenjun spoke.

Xiao Chen actually let him go.

Xiao Chen did not turn back as he said indifferently, "The nine great powers have nothing to do with me. However, I am the only one who has owed kindness to you. I do not want to kill them all, but I will not give you the opportunity to make a comeback.

Jian Wenjun was dazed.

Finally, he stood up and left.

It was just as Xiao Chen had said. From today onwards, he would be the only person left without a sword …

Swoosh swoosh!

Blood splattered everywhere in the air.

The eight great powers were all killed. Xiao Chen's eyes flashed; from today onwards, the nine great powers were all annihilated.

To be removed from the Heavenly Domain.

Tang Zun and the rest flew back.

The disciples of the Futian Alliance were all executed.

Seeing this, everyone had smiles on their faces. To wipe out the Desolate Alliance, Xiao Chen planned to take over all of their resources and move to the Desolate Alliance.

No one objected to this point.0

On the other side, the Holy Kingdom were also suppressed. Those who surrendered were not killed, and the rest were all wiped out. The purge this time shook the entire Heavenly Realm.

Xiao Chen and the others returned to the Desolate Alliance.

"Ancestor, I did it." Xiao Chen smiled.

In his consciousness, Bai Chenfeng was also incomparably excited.

Eternity Warring Race did not choose the wrong person.

On Xiao Chen's body, they welcomed hope.

"Well done." Bai Chenfeng praised.

From then on, the Heaven Realm belonged to the three factions. The Desolate Alliance, Yan Clan, and Flame Dragon Holy Kingdom. This made Yan Feibai and the Flame Dragon Sacred Light extremely happy.

They were on the right side of the line.

Choosing Xiao Chen was the wisest decision they could make.

On the second day, Xiao Chen and the Eternity Warring Race used supreme immortal energy to create a terrifying sect that spanned thousands of kilometers; the Eternity Warring Race and the Celestial Realm.

Xiao Chen was the Saint Lord of the Heavenly Desolate Land.

The Yan Clan was the number one clan in the Heavenly Region, subordinate to the Eternity Warring Race.

Flame Dragon Holy Kingdom was the number one Holy Kingdom of the Heaven Realm, a vassal Eternity Warring Race.

The other great sects were all waiting to see what would happen next.

Everything was under the control of the Heavenly Desolate Domain.

Eternity Warring Race, in the Great Hall.

Xiao Chen and the others were there, as well as Yan Clan's Yan Feibai and the Flame Dragon Sacred Emperor.

The three groups were together.

"Old Yan, Senior Long, are you satisfied with this result?" Xiao Chen smiled as he looked at the two of them and slowly spoke.

Hearing this, the two of them nodded with a smile on their faces.

Although the current them couldn't compare to the Eternity Warring Race, they were the strongest powers under the Eternity Warring Race. They also had many powerful sects as their status and background far surpassed before.

"Satisfied." Yan Feibai laughed.

As for the Flame Dragon Sacred Emperor, his eyes glinted with a brilliant light. "My son is not mistaken. A Sacred Master isn't a person from the pond. They will turn into a dragon once the winds blow. If my son is a Holy Lord, then I'll be satisfied."

Xiao Chen smiled faintly.

"Arcanum is my brother. He believes in me, and I also believe in him. Senior Long should also have confidence in him. In the future, Arcanum's achievements will definitely not be low."

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