Eternal Sacred King

Surrounded by the terrifying fiend qi of Hatred and the Asura, Yan Beichen charged towards Immortal Sword once more!

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The two terrifying fiend techniques of the Hatred Sutra and Asura Sutra were already channeled to their limits. Yan Beichen seemed like he was treading through a sea of blood with a torrential malevolent aura!

The many Mighty Figures of Sword Sect could not defend against Yan Beichen's attacks at all.

Wielding the Hatred Fiend Saber, the Asura resembled the ancient Fiend Emperor reborn and many Mighty Figures of Sword Sect fell one after another.

The Startling Sword Intent and Lifeless Sword Intent could not defend against the sharpness of the Hatred Fiend Saber at all!

In the blink of an eye, there were only slightly more than ten Mighty Figures left out of more than 30 in the Sword Sect group.

Furthermore, every single Mighty Figure of Sword Sect had panicked expressions and retreated continuously.

Although Conjoint Body Mighty Figures had immense vitality and could even regrow severed limbs, how could anyone merely be severely injured against the Hatred Fiend Saber?

All of them would die!

For some of the Mighty Figures, they had already cultivated more than 10,000 years by this point—none of them wanted to die here just like that.

Some of the Mighty Figures of Sword Sect turned and fled, no longer daring to fight Yan Beichen.

Immortal Sword stood in the crowd, feeling increasingly alarmed as he looked at the foreign faces beside him pleadingly.

Those foreign faces were Mighty Figures of the Primordial Six Races. However, they had changed their appearances and hid their true bodies!

At that moment, the experts of the Primordial Six Races had grim expressions as they rose in unison.

"I can't watch on anymore. I have to make a move and kill him!"

God Han Ling said slowly.

"That's right. If he's allowed to continue growing, he'll become an unimaginable threat to our primordial races!" The Mighty Figure of the Heavenly Eye race nodded as well.

"Fellow Daoists, thank you for your help. I'll definitely remember your lifesaving grace!"

Immortal Sword was delighted, thinking that the experts of the Primordial Six Races were going to deal with Yan Beichen.

When he heard that, the Golden Crow Third Prince gave a stifled laughter with a disdainful expression.

To be honest, none of them from the Primordial Six Races took human cultivators seriously at all, not even if they were Mighty Figures.

Although Immortal Sword was famous in the cultivation world, in the eyes of the Golden Crow Third Prince and the others, he was akin to an ant—who would bother about his life or death?

"What's your name again?"

The Golden Crow Third Prince reached out and patted Immortal Sword on the cheek. "You're not qualified to address us as equals. Your life or death has nothing to do with us, fufu."

Immortal Sword was once the titular disciple of Sword Sect. Even if his Essence Spirit was injured, he was a Mighty Figure.

But now, he was slapped on the cheeks by the Golden Crow Third Prince!

The smile on Immortal Sword's face froze.

Up till this point of his cultivation, he had never endured such humiliation!

If it was anyone else, he would have counterattacked immediately if they dared to do this to him. He would use all means to torture them to death and burn their bones into ashes!

However, the person before him was the Golden Crow Third Prince.

Beside the Golden Crow Third Crown Prince were Conjoint Body Mighty Figures of the other primordial races as well. If he showed any bit of defiance, he would be killed by the experts of the Primordial Six Races before Yan Beichen could arrive!

The Golden Crow Third Prince ignored him and left with the other experts of the primordial races before long, heading towards Su Zimo.

Immortal Sword did not move at all and gripped his fists tightly. His body trembled slightly and his face flushed red.

Even after the Primordial Six Races left, he said nothing—he allowed his dignity to be trampled into dust by the other party!

Immortal Sword grit his teeth and looked at Yan Beichen who was charging over from afar in silence.

He knew that he could not compare to Yan Beichen after all.

If Yan Beichen was in his position, Yan Beichen would definitely dare to raise his saber against the Primordial Six Races. However, he did not even dare to express a single bit of displeasure!

On another battlefield.

Su Zimo's Heaven and Earth Dharma Characteristics was invincible and undefeatable—no Conjoint Body Mighty Figure could stop him!

The Mighty Figure of Poison Sect who declared that he wanted to kill Night Spirit with poison earlier on was scared out of his wits and retreated hurriedly.

"Where can you run to?"

Su Zimo shouted.

His Heaven and Earth Dharma Characteristic waved its whip and tore through the voids, whipping the Mighty Figure of Poison Sect into pieces and the latter died on the spot!

After the series of kills, Su Zimo was now extremely close to Night Spirit!

His gaze intensified and the thunder whip coiled, wanting to pull Night Spirit over from the ground.

All of a sudden!

A blood-colored vine appeared and whipped the thunder whip with an extremely evil aura!

The power of thunder and the Samadhi Dao Fire exploded instantly!

The blood-colored vine constricted and its surface was charred black. However, its foundation was not injured.

However, the power of the thunder whip was completely dissipated!

Without even thinking, Su Zimo's 99 feet tall Heaven and Earth Dharma Characteristic strode forward and swung its arms, smashing down with the Creation Lotus Platform.

At the same time, the Heavenly Fiend Scythe descended as well!

"Good timing!"

A figure flashed and transformed into his true form. His golden hair danced and his green eyes were deep, filled with golden blood qi!

Splash!

The sound of a tsunami echoed from that figure's body!

Tsunami blood!

The figure did not use any Dharmic weapons and merely punched towards the Creation Lotus Platform barehanded!

The crowd was shocked when they saw that!

Even Mighty Figures Dharmic weapons might not be able to defend against the power of Su Zimo's Dharma Characteristic, let alone a body of flesh.

Boom!

A loud bang sounded when the Creation Lotus Platform collided with the person's fist!

Although the figure took a half-step back, his fist was intact and the Creation Lotus Platform was repelled as well!

The golden-haired man waved his hand and grinned. "It does hurt a little."

He merely felt a slight pain receiving the Creation Lotus Platform barehanded!

On the other side, the Heavenly Fiend Scythe was blocked by a cold beam the moment it slashed down and sparks flew!

A tall figure stood in midair with a green face and bared fangs that were extremely hideous. A pair of pitch-black meat wings grew from his back and he wielded two crescent sabers with shocking curves that shone with a cold glint!

The primordial races had finally appeared!

Su Zimo was extremely familiar with the two races that attacked later on.

The golden-haired, green-eyed being was of the God race.

The one with the green race, bared fangs and wings was from the Rakshasa race!

The thing that blocked his thunder whip was an extremely evil plant that waved countless blood-colored vines.

Every single vine was like a thick blood vessel. At the top of the vines was a human face without a nose or eyes. There was only a gigantic mouth with sharp fangs that intertwined with one another and shone coldly, as though they could slice everything apart!

Although Su Zimo had never seen this ferocious being before, he could vaguely guess that this was another one of the primordial races—the Blood Vine Race!

Legend has it that the Blood Vine race lived by devouring the blood of all living beings.

It did not even reject bloodline from the other primordial races!

Any living being that wandered into the territory of the Blood Vine race would be shredded and devoured, turned into nourishment for themselves without even bones left—these were extremely violent beings!

Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat as he vaguely recalled something.

However, at that moment, he was in a dangerous spot and could not protect himself. Night Spirit could not be saved either and he was tense. He did not have the mood to think about it carefully and the thought vanished as quickly as it appeared.