The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1163 - 629: Six Centuries Later, the Grand Ancestor Emperor Descends Upon the Mortal World!
"Boom!"
Prince Jing was slammed against the mountain wall, embedding his entire body into it, causing the enormous mountain to tremble.
The Wine Sword Immortal and other Martial World onlookers were completely stunned, having no mindset left for commentary or enjoying the spectacle. It was like a jungle beast crashing into Jurassic Park, watching a battle between tyrannosaurs, completely devoid of any thoughts of critique.
Tang Ping, Chen Gui, and others were equally shocked into silence, merely sticking to their duties, standing by the Heavenly Element Cannon, waiting for Zhao Douan’s orders.
"Wah—"
Prince Jing extracted himself from the mountain wall and spat out a mouthful of blood, his armor already showing signs of damage, his eyes flickering with madness: "Little brat! You dare to push me too far!"
He fiercely stomped both feet on the mountain, instantly appearing in front of Zhao Douan, with the Shariputra in his body spinning wildly, continuously pumping astonishing power into him.
Prince Jing’s fists crazily pounded out, delivering hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye.
Faced with the frenzied Prince Jing, Zhao Douan, despite holding the upper hand, still had to crazily strike back to defend himself.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
In an instant, their fists intertwined, Zhao Douan’s clothes were shredded, revealing the fiery red armor underneath.
Red Flame Saint Armor!
Flames erupted out, enveloping the two in a world of fire.
The terrifying high temperature distorted the air, Prince Jing’s robe began to burn, turning to ash, forcing him to retreat, gasping for air, while Zhao Douan relentlessly pursued him, relying on the "defense" of the Red Flame Saint Armor, using overwhelmingly oppressive cultivation to start violently assaulting Prince Jing.
Yes, violently assaulting!
At this moment, in the eyes of all spectators, the battle at Dongxuan Lake presented an overwhelming situation.
Zhao Douan was like an Ancient Fire God, engulfed in flames, with dragon roars occasionally echoing from within, relentlessly using various moves to strike Prince Jing.
The ancient armor on Prince Jing’s body continued to dent and fracture under the relentless attacks, blood staining various parts of his body, how could one describe such a pitiful state?
Yet, the Shariputra and his own cultivation kept repairing his injuries, keeping him standing firm.
In the end, even Prince Jing couldn’t endure it anymore, began to flee, only to despairingly find out his speed was inferior to Zhao Douan, every time he attempted to escape, Zhao Douan would catch up and drag him back.
"Such a huge gap?" Gongshu Tianyuan watched, mouth agape, with a bamboo tube strapped to his back.
Jin Jian, also holding a Magic Wand, surrounded by shields, watched in astonishment at this scene, feeling some pity for Prince Jing.
But this scene was a whole different kind of terror to another side.
Duan Shuiliu’s face twitched, finally feeling uneasy, his attacks on Yu Xiu slowing down, frequently glancing at the distant sky, hoping Wu Xiankui would defeat the Empress and quickly come down to assist.
Chai Keqiao, wielding an axe, gasping for breath, as a chaotic bunch of mechanical creations floated in the lake water beneath him, wasn’t watching Gongshu Tianyuan, but somberly staring at the almighty Zhao Douan.
If this goes on, are they going to lose?
"No... every power has its price, Zhao Douan won’t hold out." Xiao Ran suddenly said.
As soon as the words fell.
The brutal battle at Dongxuan Lake finally came to a pause, as if Zhao Douan finally felt fatigue, no longer attacking.
Prince Jing finally caught a breath, looking wretched, standing above the lake water, gazing with some fear at Zhao Douan standing in the flames afar.
Only to see Zhao Douan frowning, raising his hand to wipe his nose, his palm full of fresh blood.
At this moment, blood was trickling from his nostrils, ears, and even the corners of his eyes, a pale purple hue.
"Drip."
"Drip."
"Drip."
...
Falling into the surging lake below.
Prince Jing, seeing this, was first stunned, then laughed heartily: "Zhao Douan! You can’t hold out!"
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