"Follow into this place."
The eastbound Cang River evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace, and the giant stone stele carved with ancient inscriptions completely appeared before the world's eyes.
Lu Jin'an looked at the indistinguishable gendered figure making an inviting gesture toward him, and after a light chuckle, he spoke: "This is the trap you set, but without sufficient Dragon Qi, even you cannot open the Land of Prosperity, can you?"
He had been lurking in the shadows for a long ti, knowing deep down that Emperor Chengtian or Li Xuanzhen was not to be feared, and surely soone high up from Xuanri Mountain was watching secretly.
Prince Ning, Dongfang Zhen's strength far surpassed the Martial Gods of the Dynasty, proving this point.
And now, this prominent figure from the Upper Realm had finally made an appearance.
The strength was formidable; at least, he couldn't fathom the depth of the opponent's power.
It seed like an Immortal Level Body Cultivator, but certainly hadn't reached the Divine Hidden Realm.
Although the Path of Descent from the Upper Realm was now open, such a strong person at the Divine Concealnt level would certainly be under strict scrutiny from the Wandao Sect, so they couldn't possibly reach here.
And since they weren't a true 'Martial God' of the Divine Concealnt level, there was nothing to fear.
In a short ti, many thoughts flashed through Lu Jin'an's mind, and he pinched Dongfang Zhen's neck and tossed him toward the Upper Realm Cultivator: "Perhaps, the Dragon Qi on this person will be enough."
"It's not just Dragon Qi." Lu Yunzhu raised her hand and with a flick, Dongfang Zhen's body rapidly crashed onto the stone stele. Upon impact, he exploded into a mist of blood, covering the enormous stone stele inscribed with ancient Dragon language.
Rumble—
The entire earth suddenly trembled, as if an earth dragon had turned over, causing many soldiers along both banks of the Cang River to lose their balance and fall to the ground.
Lu Jin'an coldly watched this scene until a sword-shaped groove appeared on the stone stele.
He imdiately recognized it as the shape of the Netherworld Validation, also known as the Eastern Dynasty's National Guardian Sword.
Lu Jin'an looked toward Emperor Chengtian; the National Guardian Sword of the Dynasty should have been inherited by him, right?
Li Xuanzhen's face turned ugly because he knew all too well that the Netherworld Validation had disappeared... He searched nurous places but still didn't know where Emperor Jia Ning had hidden the Netherworld Validation.
"Divine, Divine Envoy..." Emperor Chengtian stamred: "The, the National Guardian Sword is missing."
Lu Yunzhu ignored Dongfang Xinghe's voice and simply stretched out her right hand with an indifferent gaze.
Buzz—
The crisp sound of sword cries echoed from the direction of Qiming City, and in the blink of an eye, a black Short Sword sped towards her from afar.
To her, finding a hidden sword in the Eastern Dynasty was the simplest thing, even if the sword was hidden by Emperor Jia Ning in the Emperor's Mausoleum.
The sharp sword tore through the Sky Do, the sword cries spread for thousands of miles, but at the mont it was about to be grasped by Lu Yunzhu—
A vigorous force, as if the sun had just risen, suddenly rushed to her front, as Lu Jin'an threw a full-strength punch directly at the mask on Lu Yunzhu's face.
At that mont, Lu Yunzhu couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.
Not only because of Lu Jin'an's sudden attack but also because of the Vigorous Force erupted by the seven Taoist Palaces.
It really was seven Taoist Palaces...
Although Li Xuanzhen had reported this before, actually seeing her younger brother establish the seventh Taoist Palace before the Crossing Tribulation Realm was unprecedented, it still inevitably stirred ripples in her heart.
After the shock, a glimr of gloom flickered in Lu Yunzhu's eyes. As expected... he had indeed surpassed her range of control.
Boom!
Within a short distance, as Lu Yunzhu took a step back, she thrust forward with her palm.
The Vigorous Force gushed out between the clash of fists and palms, in an instant, gouging a deep hole in the ground spanning several hundred miles around, pulverizing the broken stones into dust mid-air, and Lu Jin'an slightly lowered his eyes as Zhiyu suddenly erged from the ground, delivering a headbutt straight to Lu Yunzhu's abdon.
There was no holding back.
Lu Yunzhu remained unfazed; to her, although Zhiyu bore the complete Candle Dragon Bloodline, she ultimately hadn't matured yet.
She raised her right leg in a knee strike, and the panic-stricken Zhiyu quickly crossed her arms to protect her face, only to be kicked flying in the next second.
However, Lu Yunzhu continued her offensive, ready to stretch her leg toward Lu Jin'an, but Lu Jin'an, seemingly having anticipated this, lifted his foot first, directly stepping on her knee that hadn't been raised yet.
Bam!
Amidst the dull yet ear-splitting sound, Lu Jin'an leveraged the montum to leap up, twisting his waist into a spin kick to send the airborne Netherworld Validation flying to the side.
At the sa ti, Dragon Saint Yuanli, who had always been in the Yinming Space, was directly summoned by him, holding her Dragon Tail firmly. Yuan Li also unleashed all the power she could muster, cooperating with Lu Jin'an's strength to slam down harshly upon Lu Yunzhu.
Like a mighty thunderbolt!
Bang!
The completely black Corpse Dragon crashed down heavily, the ground shattered, and the ravine beca bottomless, with Lu Yunzhu nowhere in sight.
Lu Jin'an knew this strike hadn't injured her, but he didn't dwell on it or even look, instead heading straight for the stone stele while clutching the Eastern Dynasty's National Guardian Sword in his hand.
He stood atop the stone stele, and not far to his left front, Lu Yunzhu crossed her hands behind her, blocking Dongfang Xinglan.
'What a pity...'
Lu Jin'an regretfully thought in his heart. From the beginning, he had coordinated a battle plan with Dongfang Xinglan, but the one wearing the eerie mask had power far beyond his expectations.
Now the distance between him and Dongfang Xinglan was less than ten ters, but he also knew that this ten-ter distance couldn't be crossed by strength alone.
However, the National Guardian Sword was in his hand, and the groove on the stone stele was right at his feet.
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