The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1162 - 629: Six Centuries Later, the Grand Ancestor Emperor Descends to the Mortal World!
"..." Xu Zhenguan was unable to answer, her absolutely beautiful face turned blue and white. She couldn’t possibly say that she couldn’t control the true heritage left by her ancestors, so she simply chose not to explain. With a sneer, she slashed with a sword: "Enough nonsense! Madman Wu, today it’s either you without me, or me without you!"
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"Grand Ancestor Emperor... Dragon Essence... Impossible... Impossible..." At this moment, the one most impacted was Prince Jing.
His original arrogance was gone, replaced by bewilderment and incomprehension.
He was not surprised by the existence of Dragon Essence, but he could not understand why Zhao Douan, this outsider, could wield it.
What further enraged him was that the moment the Grand Ancestor Emperor’s royal dharma image appeared, he clearly felt his own bloodline being stimulated, and the cultivation that originally belonged to him was being suppressed...
Fortunately.
He had already ingested the Buddhist Shariputra, and thanks to its effectiveness, his cultivation was not greatly affected. Otherwise, just by the emergence of Dragon Essence, his entire cultivation would have been suppressed to that of a mortal!
"Why... Ancestor, why can you be controlled by this outsider?!" The anger in Prince Jing’s eyes was almost erupting.
Bathed in golden light, Zhao Douan smiled and said: "Obedient grandson, won’t you kneel upon seeing your ancestors?"
"Kneel you mother..." Prince Jing cursed loudly, then immediately felt that the dharma image was only of Heavenly Human Realm aura, and his shock and anger turned into greed.
If only he could extract and digest the Dragon Essence from this pretty boy’s body.
Then... thinking of this, Prince Jing’s heart filled with zeal.
"I’ll have to return to the capital and ask if my aunt is willing." Zhao Douan said with a smile. He stretched out his arms, and the huge dharma image behind him began to fuse into his body along with the vast pillar of light.
In the blink of an eye, the pillar of light vanished, as did the dharma image, but Zhao Douan’s aura continued to climb. His body surface was covered with a faint golden glow, and between breaths, he was already among the Heavenly Humans.
"Do you think this can suppress me? Wishful thinking!" Prince Jing sneered coldly.
Was it due to the effect of the Shariputra? Hence unable to thoroughly crush him? Zhao Douan frowned, but then his brow relaxed. He didn’t look at the Chasing Saber on the ground, instead, he twisted his wrist, causing a crisp explosion of joints, and grinned revealing white teeth: "It’s only natural for ancestors to beat grandsons!"
As he said "natural," he stepped out, hurling himself at Prince Jing.
Before the word "natural" settled, he had already punched at Prince Jing’s face!
Startled and angered, Prince Jing crossed his arms to guard in front of him.
"Bang!"
A solid collision, making everyone’s hearts feel like they had been fiercely hammered. Some mortal onlookers only felt dizzy and blood was being pumped excessively, nearly collapsing.
Then, centered around the two, the ground first collapsed like sandcastles, and nearby structures were shaken into powder.
Following that, the tremors spread in rings outward, tearing apart buildings in the vicinity like a storm, and the water surface burst with countless bubbles, vast vapors evaporated into mist, shrouding Dongxuan Lake.
The guests fled in terror, even Prince Chen and his wife were forcibly lifted away by their guards, quickly escaping further.
The surrounding cultivators engaged in their own battles also changed complexion drastically, turning to flee, steering clear of the Heavenly Human battlefield.
The upheaval persisted.
The area slightly shook.
Subsequently, under countless gazes, within a mist-covered region, the air explosively boomed, and even the vapors were sublimated away. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Prince Jing was seen flying backward, his feet skimming the water surface heading toward Dongxuan Lake’s center, his entire body crackling and popping from the punch, his hair bun was disheveled, black hair swirling, and blood trickling from his mouth. Regaining his stance with shock, he looked fearfully at Zhao Douan, who had laughter in his step appearing close again, having a clear guess about the disparity in their strength.
If in full condition, they would be roughly equal, but due to Dragon Essence suppressing his own cultivation, he was completely on the back foot.
"Beyond the Heavenly Human level, there are higher and lower ranks." Zhao Douan said: "Xu Wen, it seems you are not my match, why not surrender obediently?"
Prince Jing was enraged, he too pulled back his elbow, drawn widespread Qi Mechanism, punching forward: "Get lost!"
Their second punch resulted in the explosion of dozens of water columns from Dongxuan Lake, a terrifying spectacle.
Even the Empress and Wu Xiankui in the sky were forced to move further away, clearing the battlefield to avoid the casualties when the four Heavenly Humans fully unleashed their power.
Prince Jing paid the price of a bloodied arm, yet successfully repelled Zhao Douan.
Unrelenting, he took a deep breath, the light of the Shariputra inside him bursting forth, projecting a flawless palm, gathering countless water droplets like a celestial river crashing upon Zhao Douan.
Zhao Douan neither dodged nor evaded, dived straight into it, the Mystic Turtle Seal’s power parted the vapor as he broke through the "celestial river," reaching for Prince Jing, without mysterious Secret Skills or arcane techniques, at that moment, Zhao Douan abandoned all "strategy," and instead, like street brawling, grabbed Prince Jing’s shoulders directly, exerted his waist, twisted his feet, and turned the spot, throwing Prince Jing like a sandbag!
Thrown towards Yutou Mountain!
This brute force, akin to wrestling style, left the spectator cultivators dumbfounded.
However, Zhao Douan and Xu Wen had both forcefully harnessed Heavenly Human power, and didn’t possess the ability or time to fully master the essence, thus this brutish technique ironically suited them best.
