Chapter 10: Battle with the Ancient Prince

The most severe battle has arrived. In the final stage of the Emperor Road, blood has already flowed like a river, and large areas of the star field have been destroyed. Wherever the war passed, corpses were scattered all over the ground. Some of the geniuses who aspired to the final stage of the Emperor Road have already fallen in a pool of blood, watching their hopes shattered.

"Well, it's too tragic. The prince of the giant demon elephant clan was slaughtered! I can't believe it. He just killed a quasi-emperor before. It's my turn so soon." Someone sighed, lamenting the difficulty of the road. He had already withdrawn from the competition for the emperor's road and was watching this tragic song of prosperity.

The genius who fought his way out of the ancient starry sky road was slaughtered by a stronger genius. It seemed that the meaning of his life was to become a withered bone under the feet of others.

"This is the saddest thing, alas." Countless sighs.

"Ahhhhh! I hate it! Just a moment! Just a moment!" Someone was shouting, and the sad mood spread to everyone's heart.

The battle stopped in an instant. Everyone was looking at the bright light in the center of the battlefield.

A huge explosion shook everyone's ears. The air wave flew far away, forming a huge pit of unknown depth. A figure slowly walked out of the deep pit. His breath was very weak, but he was not seriously injured.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It only took a moment. I killed you, that's the best proof!"

This was the peerless genius of the God Clan with flawless divine blood. His strength had reached the eighth level of the Quasi-Emperor, and he was extremely powerful. He was very likely to surpass the heights of the few ancient supreme beings of the God Clan, and perhaps he could truly become a great emperor, breaking through ancient history and becoming a legend.

Everyone agreed. This statement was undeniable. There was no such thing as a bullshit excuse of being just one step away from victory. If you lose, you will die, and if you die, it will be nothing. There is no point in saying anything.

Bei Tianya, the Protoss's genius, calmed down his breath and hung high in the starry sky, showing his unrivaled elegance. No one dared to challenge him again.

Suddenly, there were bursts of dull footsteps in the starry sky, and every step sounded like the rumbling sound of drums.

Si Shaolong is here. His mind and body are clear, and almost all states have reached the most perfect moment. His blood is boiling, like a giant dragon beating.

"The holy body of the ancient star Tianhuang is here!" someone shouted.

"What holy body! Can a holy body without great accomplishment still be called a holy body? Looking through ancient history, aren't there enough holy bodies that have been killed?"

Some people were dismissive. They had fought their way out of the Imperial Pass and had seen too many strange physiques and unheard-of heaven-defying secret techniques. Just a holy body could not shock them at all.

In other words, before they are killed by the Holy Body, no matter how glorious the Holy Body's record is, they dare to fight against it.

Si Shaolong ignored them. It was not that Si Shaolong necessarily looked down on them, but the battles that Si Shaolong had experienced, or the battles that Saint Body Qian Suiyuan had experienced, had already given Si Shaolong the capital to be confident.

How many people dare to snipe a supreme being?
Si Shaolong's arrival gave the war some time to ease.

"Brother Dao, how are you?" a sharp voice sounded.

Si Shaolong looked in the direction of the voice. It was an ancient prince: Yan Zhizi. Few people knew that he was an ancient prince, he hid himself too deeply. He used too many taboos and methods, and he was intentionally hiding his identity.

But Si Shaolong knew his identity. However, his father, the Ancient Emperor Zhitian, attained enlightenment too long ago, and his father, the Ancient Emperor Zhitian, did not leave any Taoist tradition. The ancient history records of this ancient emperor were so rare that no one knew his identity. Si Shaolong even doubted whether he possessed his father's ultimate weapon.

"It has been seven years since my last battle with Brother Dao. I still feel inexplicably nervous about your strength." Yan Zhizi spoke slowly, with a strong hostility towards Si Shaolong.

Si Shaolong glanced at him, then looked at the two bloody heads he was holding in his left and right hands.

Yan Zhizi smiled, his mouth corners raised, revealing a sinister and terrifying smile: "I just killed two blind things." He was ugly, with slightly distorted facial features. Si Shaolong knew his true form, which was not humanoid, but a blood-red worm wandering in the deep sea of ​​the universe. It was a strange creature, with a very huge body, and liked to devour the cold star field crystal cores.

Si Shaolong knew how terrifying he was. His father could prove himself and become the ancient emperor who dominated an era, so his offspring must be extremely powerful.

Si Shaolong smiled contemptuously: "I would have forgotten about that battle if you hadn't mentioned it. Now that I think of it, I just kicked away a poor bug that was blocking my way."

Yan Zhizi's eyes were extremely cold. Si Shaolong's words were obviously rubbing salt into his wounds. He was the biological son of the Ancient Emperor. Si Shaolong's words were not only an insult to him, but also an humiliation to his father!
"Today we have reached the final stage, and the grudge between you and me will be settled today! I will use your head to atone for my father!" Yan Zhizi's hatred for Si Shaolong reached its peak.

Si Shaolong did not comment, he just stood not far from Yan Zhizi, but he was as calm as water.

Yan Zhizi threw the two quasi-emperor heads in his hands into the sky. In an instant, he felt the wind and clouds of the world suddenly change, and the cosmic dust mixed with the turbulence of time and space formed a series of tornadoes. The cosmic gale blew past the two of them, and Yan Zhizi's scarlet hair danced wildly, like a bloodthirsty demon king.

Once you reach the realm of Quasi-Emperor, the higher you go, the closer you are to the limit of the universe. Every move you make will result in inexplicable changes. Si Shaolong and Yan Zhizi are obviously close to becoming the peak of Quasi-Emperor.

They were both at the eighth level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, one possessed the physique of an ancient saint, and the other possessed the blood of an ancient emperor. Now, a battle between the strong and the strong was about to begin.

They have a grudge and are destined to fight to the death. For people of their level, death is the best destination.

"Die!" Si Shaolong took the lead. Since the battle with the Great Saint Yuan Canggu, Si Shaolong has adapted to the ideology of this world. He has adapted to this world. It is no longer unfamiliar.

Si Shaolong is not someone who likes to passively take a beating.

Si Shaolong's unique holy body image appeared. A golden phoenix and a golden dragon blasted out from the fists on his sleeves. Suddenly, endless fist shadows appeared and blasted towards Yan Zhizi.

It was a shocking and fierce attack, fast, fierce and accurate. And the moment Si Shaolong threw out his fist, his figure quickly came in front of Yan Zhizi. This was the Xing character secret, a supreme secret technique that was said to be faster than all the techniques in the world.

A cloud of blood mist appeared in front of Yan Zhizi's chest, and it burst out in an instant. It extinguished the endless fist shadows, and with a loud roar, endless blood sprayed out of his mouth, shattering the Golden Phoenix and the Golden Dragon. It was also incredibly fast.

　For the needs of the plot, several fictional ancient princes and ancient emperors were temporarily inserted

　　
　
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