"Humph! Here to meet your death?"

A man sneered disdainfully, not even bothering to glance over.

Yet, as soon as the man finished speaking, his face froze in shock, realizing that the black figure was completely unaffected by his oppressive aura.

"Eyes hollow, is it a puppet?" the man was taken aback.

"Bang!"

"Buzz buzz!"

In the midst of his surprise, the black figure was already upon him, delivering a punch to the man’s chest. The earth-shattering explosion pierced everyone’s eardrums, its terrifying power vibrating the Seven Divine Realms instantly.

However, despite this fearsome force, it failed to budge the man in the slightest.

Indeed, the man remained completely unresponsive, as if this terrifying punch was of no consequence.

How terrifying is this!

Surprised, the man stared at the figure before him and said, "It’s not a puppet! It’s controlled by someone! The Reincarnation Spell? No, Xuan You is dead; no one can cast the Reincarnation Spell, and it has long been lost."

The one who struck was none other than the Ghost of the Netherworld, under the control of Feng Wuchen.

The Ghost of the Netherworld had wholly become Feng Wuchen’s slave!

Feng Wuchen had given the Ghost of the Netherworld the order to act if a crisis emerged at the Dragon God Palace.

"Ghost of the Netherworld!" The people of the Dragon God Palace exclaimed, but were filled with worry.

The opponent was from an ancient force with power enough to crush anyone in the Seven Divine Realms.

At the fall of a punch, the Ghost of the Netherworld resumed its attack.

"Boom!"

In the aftermath of the surprise, before the Ghost of the Netherworld could make a move, the man punched, causing the mindless and thoughtless Ghost of the Netherworld to spew blood on the spot, turning into a black line and flying through more than a dozen towering peaks.

Just an ordinary punch was enough to severely wound the Ghost of the Netherworld.

Witnessing this scene, the people of the Dragon God Palace were utterly horrified.

Even a Transcendent Saint couldn’t withstand such an ordinary punch!

How could anyone at the Dragon God Palace resist such a terrifying strongman?

Even if the Blood War God came, they might not be able to stop it.

"Damn beast! What the hell are they planning?" Liu Qingyang cursed angrily through gritted teeth, his rage soaring to the skies.

Long Tian Chou said solemnly, "They’re coming for us, probably intending to annihilate the Dragon God Clan."

Beyond this, Long Tian Chou could think of no other reason.

After all, the Seven Clans and the Dragon God Clan are sworn enemies.

The man patted his chest disdainfully, "I felt nothing, so weak, isn’t there any decent strongman?"

Ling Xiaoxiao coldly stared at the three of them and asked, "Who are you? What exactly do you intend?"

"What? Does the Dragon God Palace have no one? To let a woman stand out and speak," a man mocked.

"Stop wasting time, we can’t afford to bear the wrath of the Young Master, let’s catch them!" another man said coldly, immediately charging at Ling Xiaoxiao without any pity.

The other two also immediately took action, their goal was to capture a few people back.

A terrifying and unstoppable aura swept out, shaking the heavens.

"Xiaoxiao, be careful!" the Dragon Mother cried in panic, the people of the Dragon God Palace were in extreme terror.

"Xiaoxiao!" Ling Muyun and the Rakshasa clan members were all driven mad.

"Bastards! Get moving!" Liu Qingyang and others frantically shouted, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t move an inch, unable to exert any strength.

Even Long Tian Chou was pressed down tight, rendering everyone nearly breathless.

Feng Zhengxiong was frantic, "It’s too late!"

At this moment, everyone’s heart plunged into a bottomless abyss.

In fathomless depth.

The three were incredibly fast; they could hardly stop them, and even if they could, they were powerless, the terrifying pressure immobilizing them.

Ling Xiaoxiao’s delicate face turned icy cold, with a thought, she used instantaneous movement, as the man’s claw reached out.

He missed.

The people of the Dragon God Palace couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your instantaneous movement is too poor," an extremely scornful voice suddenly whispered in Ling Xiaoxiao’s ear, without warning.

"What?" Ling Xiaoxiao’s pretty face changed dramatically, completely unaware.

At that moment, Ling Xiaoxiao felt as if she was being stared at by Death, with nowhere to hide!

"Humph! I advise you not to resist, because in my eyes, you’re just an ant," an icy voice rang out again, demon claws reaching for Ling Xiaoxiao.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, an incredibly strong beam of energy blasted in, directly targeting the man.

With some awareness, the man glanced briefly, his figure instantly turning phantom-like, the domineering and fierce beam piercing through the mirage.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Simultaneously, the other two were also stopped by two extremely violent energy beams.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Above the Dragon God Palace, five figures flashed into appearance, it was the Blood War God.

"Miss Xiaoxiao, please step back," Tian Tu said gravely.

"Thank you, five seniors," Ling Xiaoxiao respectfully thanked, but her heart grew increasingly anxious.

Because the Blood War God was injured at this moment, obviously not fully recovered from the last great battle, after all, it wasn’t that long ago.

The Blood War God was risking his life to protect her as the lady of the house!

"Xiaoxiao, are you alright?" Xiao Qingqing asked urgently, holding Ling Xiaoxiao tightly, treating her as her own.

"Aunt Xiao, I’m fine," Ling Xiaoxiao smiled and shook her head.

"Gave Grandpa a scare," Ling Muyun said with a pained expression.

"It’s bad! Tian Tu and the others haven’t recovered yet," Long Tian Chou frowned worriedly.

Yunyouzi said fearfully, "Their strength is more terrifying than Lin Xuan Tian, Tian Tu and the others are not their match, it would just be pointless sacrifice."

The people of the Dragon God Palace were both furious and terribly anxious, but they were utterly helpless.

Unless Dantong intervened, but Dantong hadn’t appeared, and their last hope was shattered.

"Finally, some decent strongmen arrive," the leading man said coldly, his sinister gaze sweeping over Tian Tu and the others.

Another man sneered, "The Blood War God, eh? Tian Tu, I know your strength, indeed not weak, but unfortunately in my eyes, you’re still trash. You haven’t recovered yet, are you in such a hurry to die?"

"Tian Tu, is it worth sacrificing your life for the Dragon God Palace?" another clansman asked coldly.

Tian Tu replied coldly, "Stop the nonsense!"

"Courting death!" Tian Tu’s indifferent attitude greatly annoyed the three of them, their chilling killing intent spreading out, causing souls to tremble in extreme fear.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In the void of the Dragon God Palace, several more figures appeared.

The newcomers were Donghuang Wuji, Soul Extinction, Qianhun, and Ghost Servant, all with unprecedented solemn expressions.

The Qing Jiaolong of Beast Soul Mountain, Bi Lin Sky Python, and a few Transcendent Saint realm monsters also flashed into appearance.

"Great, the masters are here," Ye Jianying exclaimed in delight.

"Finally made it," Feng Zhengxiong also breathed a sigh of relief.

Though the opponents were terrifyingly strong, a dozen Transcendent Saints should be able to hold them back.

"Oh, the Transcendent Saints of the Seven Divine Realms are all here, huh!" a clansman sneered, not taking it seriously at all.

The leading man said coldly, "Make it quick, the Saint Emperor Clan should have noticed, take action!"