Chen Jiuyang's heart sank.
The Wang Quan Sword was united, and the Alien King could not travel together in the Dragon Country, but once it left the Dragon Country's border, it had no effect.
The advantages and disadvantages were obvious.
And he had also broken through the Dragon Country's border.
The Dai Xiluo King looked at Chen Jiuyang with a ferocious expression, clasped his hands together, and uttered a few Sanskrit words: "Wusheng Prison!"
"Rumble!"
The terrifying divine might of the Heavenly Realm King instantly descended and appeared. A Buddha statue phantom exuding black energy emerged. It was lifelike, and merely emitting the residual divine might was enough to make Chen Jiuyang's bones creak.
"Die for this King!"
The Dai Xiluo King roared, and this black energy Buddha statue phantom struck Chen Jiuyang with a palm.
Chen Jiuyang's expression changed drastically. He immediately crossed his saber and sword in front of him.
"Bang—"
"Pfft—"
Chen Jiuyang immediately felt as if a mountain had crashed into him. His entire body was sent flying back hundreds of meters in an instant, then he smashed onto the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
Even though his combat power in the Earth Realm was almost unparalleled among his peers, he was, after all, only in the Earth Realm and could not contend with a Heavenly Realm King.
This was a difference in strength and realm.
Chen Jiuyang was instantly severely injured and struggled to get up from the ground.
"En?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the Dai Xiluo King's eyes. "You took one of my divine might attacks and didn't die. It seems that you, this pseudo-king of the Dragon Country, are indeed not weak."
"Since that's the case, take another move, and then kneel and die!"
The black energy Buddha statue phantom behind the Dai Xiluo King did not dissipate but slowly moved in front of Chen Jiuyang, as if it had covered the sky in front of Chen Jiuyang.
Then, the lifelike Buddha's palm slowly pressed down towards Chen Jiuyang.
"No regrets!" Chen Jiuyang roared hoarsely, thrusting his saber and sword into the ground:
"Breakthrough!"
A giant saber-shaped phantom enveloped Chen Jiuyang's body.
"Hmph!"
The moment the Buddha's palm phantom came into contact with the saber-shaped phantom, Chen Jiuyang let out a pained groan, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were unyielding and defiant.
What did it matter if he died?
His life had long been dedicated to the Dragon Country.
But as the Qian King of the Dragon Country, even if he died, he would die standing, never kneeling!
"Creak, creak, creak!"
The bone-chilling sound of bones cracking resounded. Chen Jiuyang's breakthrough phantom was being squeezed smaller and smaller under the suppression of the Buddha's palm.
"Well done, pseudo-king of the Dragon Country, you have truly opened my eyes. A mere pseudo-king at the fourth level of the Earth Realm can withstand me for so long under my divine might, but what is the use?"
"You still have to die!"
"Kneel and die for this King!"
The Dai Xiluo King roared, and the divine might of his black energy Buddha statue pressed forward.
"Ch—"
Scarlet blood immediately seeped from Chen Jiuyang's pores.
Chen Jiuyang was, after all, only a martial artist at the fourth level of the Earth Realm and could not contend with a Heavenly Realm King. Under this move, he was almost driven mad, but no matter what, his body remained straight, and he refused to kneel.
Chen Jiuyang's pupils were gradually widening, showing signs of dilation, truly at the brink of death.
"I am the Qian King, guarding the country, fighting to the death on the frontier, it is also reasonable. I have not failed you..." Chen Jiuyang's consciousness was on the verge of collapse. At his last breath, he uttered these words.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
At this moment, the Yan Sheng Saber and the Quan Sword let out a hum.
"En?"
The Dai Xiluo King's vigilance greatly increased. He turned his head to look.
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar sounded from afar, and a dragon-shaped phantom pierced towards him.
And he recognized this dragon-shaped phantom.
His face immediately turned ashen, and he roared furiously, "How is it possible! How can you still be alive!"
"Clang—"
"Bang—"
This dragon-shaped phantom was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it tore through the sky and engulfed him. Then, his entire body was pierced through by a Phoenix-winged Gilded Dragon-patterned Spear. The black energy Buddha statue phantom dissipated, and he was nailed to the mountainside. The mountainside instantly showed signs of shattering. With one spear thrust, rocks and mountains shattered. How terrifying was this power?
"Cough... cough..."
The Dai Xiluo King coughed blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret, staring intently at the figure that appeared from the edge of the horizon.
It was a man with a majestic appearance, in his early twenties, with graying temples, and his upper body bare.
"Yan! King!" The Dai Xiluo King spat out these two words through gritted teeth.
At the moment of his death, he was filled with remorse. He had already been wary of the whereabouts of King Yan, thinking that King Yan had been killed by that person and died within the borders of the Indian Divine Kingdom.
If not for the unknown whereabouts of King Yan, how would he have dared to lead his troops to attack City 318?
Regret! If only he had waited a bit longer! Even if he had waited a day! Once King Yan's whereabouts were clarified, he would not have died here!
But what was the use of regret?
Could it be that this was a trick by the Dragon Country? Knowing that King Yan was fine, they lured him out to annihilate him?
But it shouldn't be that way. Why would he, Dai Xiluo King, be worth such a scheme by the famous King Yan?
If that were the case, it would be a coincidence.
King Yan did not fall into the Indian Divine Kingdom and die at the hands of that person. On his way back to the country, he ran into him.
In an instant, he roared furiously, "This King is not reconciled!"
Then, the Dai Xiluo King opened his eyes and breathed his last, dying here, his eyes wide open in death.
A few minutes later, the young man with graying temples arrived in front of Chen Jiuyang. His face showed a hint of emotion, and he praised, "Our Dragon Country has indeed produced a good junior. So young, with great potential for the future. How could I let you die here."
Then, he flicked a pill with a phoenix pattern into Chen Jiuyang's mouth.
"Rumble!"
Chen Jiuyang's body immediately erupted with golden flames. The young man sat on a rock in front of Chen Jiuyang and watched quietly.
Half an hour later, Chen Jiuyang slowly woke up and saw the young man with graying temples sitting on the rock, sizing him up.
Chen Jiuyang saw the Dai Xiluo King nailed to the mountainside. After clearly seeing that spear, Chen Jiuyang's pupils immediately contracted, and then a wry smile appeared on his lips. He slowly said to the young man with graying temples in front of him, "Thank you, King Yan!"
The famous Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Spear. Although Chen Jiuyang had never met King Yan, he recognized the spear.
Near City 318, the person who could nail the Dai Xiluo King with a spear could only be this King Yan, whose whereabouts had been unknown a few days ago.
King Yan smiled gently, his voice deep and conveying a sense of closeness. "King Qian, we are both kings of the Dragon Country. There is no need to be so polite."
"If anyone should say thank you, it should be me. If it weren't for you, the truth of my brother's twenty years of coma would still be unknown, let alone being able to save my brother."
Chen Jiuyang's expression was surprised. King Yan recognized him? Then he understood.
Immediately, Chen Jiuyang asked, "King Yan, what about that old hag?"
King Yan gazed in the direction of the Indian Divine Kingdom and said, "That old hag has lived too long. Even if I made a move, I could only barely repel her and save my brother."
King Yan and King Gong were brothers-in-law.
"That old hag's strength is too great. Although I saved my brother, my power was not enough to heavily injure her."
Chen Jiuyang was horrified. The old hag of the Lotus Sect was actually so terrifyingly powerful that even King Yan could not heavily injure her. He absolutely could not encounter such an old monster.