Ling Fan shook his head.
The descendants of Zhou Yun Chang had, in essence, taken root within the Nine Hua Realm.
Zhou Yun Chang was his registered disciple, and he had died because of him.
Unless absolutely necessary, he could not resort to such a drastic measure.
Of course.
If it truly came to that point.
He would not hesitate.
Just as Ling Fan annihilated the five Saint Kings from the Five Great Heavenly Demon Realms.
The earth-shattering commotion immediately reached the ancestral land of the Zhou family.
Tian Ao Saint King, Tian Ying Saint Demon King, Mo Tong King, and the other four Saint Kings assumed that the five Saint Kings had completely suppressed and annihilated Emperor Sword Yun Long Yin, becoming extremely arrogant.
"Hahaha, Zhou Po Tian, Zhou Zhen Tian, Zhou Qing Tian, do you three old fellows feel it? The aura of your Zhou family ancestor the Great Emperor's Emperor Sword must be a final flicker of its life. You are finished, completely finished!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Tian Ao Saint King, Tian Ying Saint Demon King, and Mo Tong King, their arrogance soaring, attacked with even greater ferocity and sharpness. They immediately forced the three Zhou family Saint King ancestors to retreat steadily. Zhou Po Tian, facing two Saint Kings alone, was under immense pressure. He was repeatedly forced to vomit blood, and one of his arms was even severed by Tian Ao Saint King's sword, his blood staining the sky.
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
Countless Zhou family powerhouses cried out in alarm, their hearts splitting with grief.
"They are at their wit's end. Strike them while they are down and finish them off! Let's go!"
The allied forces of the Great Sacred Lands, led by the powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Realm, surged with morale. Their offensive became even more swift and violent. For a time, an aura of despair enveloped all the Zhou family powerhouses.
"You bandits, how dare you be so arrogant! I am here!"
Just as Zhou Po Tian was being pushed to the brink by the two Saint Kings.
Suddenly.
A roar echoed from the horizon, like the explosion of thunder from the nine heavens.
Boom!
A figure of boundless power descended.
"It's you, Xiahou Cang Hai!"
"It is I, Brother Po Tian. I am still alive, and I have also become a Saint King. I have come to lend you a hand!"
The powerful figure descended beside Zhou Po Tian.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
It was none other than the ancestor of the Xiahou family.
He had now advanced to the Saint King realm.
Reaching the level of their ancestor, the Ten Great Saint Generals.
"Excellent!"
The arrival of Xiahou Cang Hai.
For the Zhou family and the descendants of the Ten Great Saint Generals, it was like timely rain after a long drought, offering a glimmer of hope in their desperate situation.
Now it was four Saint Kings against four Saint Kings, and the pressure was greatly reduced.
However, they did not have much time to rejoice.
Boom!
A muffled sound.
Xiahou Cang Hai suddenly launched a fierce attack, striking Zhou Po Tian heavily with a palm.
Pfft!
A spurt of blood shot out.
Zhou Po Tian suffered a fatal heavy blow.
"You!"
Zhou Po Tian's eyes were about to split.
"Heh heh, Brother Po Tian, don't blame me. I was also forced. The Xiahou family has long since submitted to the Heavenly Demon Realm. If we don't submit, we will be annihilated. It was with the help of the Heavenly Demon Realm that I was able to advance further before my lifespan ran out and break through to my current level."
"Xiahou Cang Hai, you deserve to die!"
Zhou Po Tian roared with sorrow, like an aged lion.
First, his arm was severed by Tian Ao Saint King, greatly reducing his strength. Now, he was ambushed by Xiahou Cang Hai, leaving him in a state of utter exhaustion. He had the will to kill his enemies but lacked the strength to turn the tide.
"With my blood, I invoke the ancestral Emperor statue!"
Zhou Po Tian suddenly roared.
As if in a final burst of energy, his body erupted with a vast and boundless power. The bloodline within his body began to burn, rushing towards the divine hall where Zhou Yun Chang's statue was enshrined.
"Heh heh, do you think we don't know your trump card? This divine statue contains an Emperor formation that can kill Saint Kings. We already know this, so how could we let you activate this statue!"
Tian Ao Saint King chuckled.
A talisman shot out.
In an instant, the talisman ignited, emitting a terrifying aura of supreme power. It transformed into a massive formation map that descended, directly covering the divine statue of Zhou Yun Chang. Before the statue could fully awaken, it vanished into thin air, completely isolated!
"Emperor Talisman!"
Zhou Po Tian and the others were utterly despairing.
They never imagined that the enemy was so well-prepared this time.
"Heh heh heh, Zhou Qing Tian, Zhou Zhen Tian, Zhou Po Tian, you are finished. With four against three, you might still have a chance to break through and escape. But now Zhou Po Tian is practically dead, and Zhou Yun Chang's divine statue has been sealed by the Emperor Talisman bestowed by Lord Demon Emperor. Now it is five Saint Kings against two Saint Kings. Even if you had three heads and six arms, you are destined to die!"
"The Zhou family will not be destroyed, and Zhou Po Tian will not die. Those who deserve to die, those who deserve to be annihilated, are you."
Just then.
A faint voice echoed over the ancestral land of the Zhou family.
"Who is there, playing tricks? Get out here."
Tian Ao Saint King's expression turned cold. He raised his sword and slashed through space, forcing a figure out of the void.
"It's you!"
When enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred.
Tian Ao Saint King recognized Ling Fan at a glance.
"Who is he?"
The other three Saint Kings, Mo Tong King, Tian Ying Saint Demon King, Yan Ke Demon King, and the traitor Xiahou Cang Hai, all asked in confusion.
"He is the one who killed one of my avatars at the source point of the Sacred River in Wuzhou."
Tian Ao Saint King said with murderous intent.
"To be able to kill one of your avatars, he must at least have the strength of the peak of the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm. This junior actually possesses such strength?"
The Saint Kings seemed somewhat incredulous.
"Hmph, that was just an accident. My true body is here now, and killing him is as easy as flipping my hand." Tian Ao Saint King's expression was somewhat displeased as he snorted.
Yan Ke Demon King's body flowed with terrifying and boundless demonic fire, burning even the void. He sneered, "That's natural. This junior thinks that by killing one of your avatars, he can challenge a Saint King. He truly doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
"With a mere ant like him, he wants to be a savior? How ridiculous."
Mo Tong King's body was covered in countless eyes that spun erratically, making one's scalp tingle.
"Noisy."
Ling Fan reprimanded faintly.
He raised his hand and grabbed.
Instantly, the void distorted, and a massive hand appeared out of nowhere, reaching for Mo Tong King and Yan Ke Demon King.
"Presumptuous! You dare to challenge my authority, you are dead! I will extract your soul and burn it for three thousand years until you are utterly annihilated!"
Yan Ke Demon King spat out, and a river of demonic fire surged across the heavens and earth.
Mo Tong King's eyes also flashed with a hint of ferocity. All the demonic eyes on his body simultaneously focused on Ling Fan, intending to drag Ling Fan's soul into the boundless demonic realm, to be eternally submerged.
However, in the face of Ling Fan's grab.
The ferocious and terrifying river of demonic fire was shattered into pieces upon the first contact. All the demonic fire that landed on the palm was instantly extinguished, as if fire had met water.
And Mo Tong King's invisible soul attack was also blocked. That grab seemed to distort his vision, causing his demonic eyes to suffer severe damage, making it impossible for him to even open them!
"What!"
"This..."
Everyone was stunned.
Ling Fan had, with just one grab, easily suppressed two Saint Kings!
However, before everyone's shock had subsided.
Something even more shocking happened.
Under his grab, the bodies of Yan Ke Demon King and Mo Tong King actually exploded. Their demonic souls screamed, escaping from their broken flesh in utter terror.
"Mo Tong King, Yan Ke Demon King!"
Tian Ao Saint King was greatly alarmed.
Even for him, a top-tier powerhouse among Saint Kings, it was extremely difficult to defeat Yan Ke Demon King and Mo Tong King, let alone kill them.
Yet, Ling Fan had accomplished this so easily.
What kind of terrifying strength was this?
"Quickly save us!"
The two demonic souls screamed.
However, before Tian Ao Saint King and Tian Ying Saint Demon King could react, *pu chi*.
The demonic souls of the two Saint Kings were completely crushed.
Ling Fan's world refined the two Saint Kings, and it expanded to about eighteen zhang, his aura further strengthening.
At that moment.
The world fell silent.