"Human, do you truly offer no path to survival!"
"A fight to the death benefits neither of us!"
"Regarding past grievances, this Saint Son is willing to let them go. Do you see the bamboo slip behind me? It contains insights to reaching the Saint Lord realm. If you and I join forces, we can sweep across the entirety of West Hundred Cities. This Saint Son can promise that West Hundred Cities will be yours entirely. I will only pursue the supreme Great Dao!"
Long Yuan Shengzi turned, squinting as he looked at the relentlessly pursuing Meng Tian.
Even at the Saint realm, Meng Tian had been able to slay Hua Fu Shengzi, who was known for his defense. Now, having ascended to the Saint King realm, he was terrified of Meng Tian.
"Meng Tian!"
"Think carefully about what this Saint Son has said. If you and I unite, this world will be yours. Lord Zhu is no longer what he once was. This plane, we can contend for it!"
"You and I joining forces?"
"You underestimate this general. West Hundred Cities will be taken by my Great Han Heavenly Dynasty sooner or later. An artifact of Saint Lord realm insights alone holds no appeal to this general!"
"Long Yuan Shengzi, this era is no longer the ancient past. Who gave you the audacity to propose an alliance with this general!"
Meng Tian halted his pursuit, looking at Long Yuan Shengzi with a cold smile. He let out a fierce roar, shattering countless pavilions and palaces!
He pointed his bronze sword forward, the void cracking open. A torrent of void energy surged forth. The terrifying explosion, even with the swift repair of the area, pierced through to the hall where Guan Yu and Yue Yun were, and then burst out of the main tomb chamber!
Before the Bridge of Life and Death, a torrent erupted, the very Life and Death Formation barely holding, the bridge crumbling and disintegrating!
Zihui, who had been sitting cross-legged by the bridge, flicking his Buddhist beads, his expression changed instantly. The terrifying sword energy that slammed into him shattered the Buddhist light protecting him, and a storm swept through, forcing blood to trickle from his lips!
He released his Buddhist beads, resisting the terrifying sword energy, and gazed at the shattered and reforged Bridge of Life and Death.
"General Meng Tian can break the Life and Death Formation??"
Zihui realized that from his understanding of the past few days, he had grasped the caliber of the Great Han Heavenly Dynasty's heroes. But now...
Such a formidable Life and Death Formation, one that could claim the lives of Saint Kings from the Haiyun Divine Dynasty, and Meng Tian could break it. What a masterful plan, using a Life and Death Formation to directly cause the demise of several powerful individuals, while the Great Han Heavenly Dynasty remained unscathed!
Feeling the terrifying sword energy, Zihui felt Meng Tian had become even stronger!
"Great Han Heavenly Dynasty!"
From Master Sanzang, who had resided in the Buddhist Temple, to General Meng Tian now, the Great Han Heavenly Dynasty's heroes and powerhouses seemed endless, causing Zihui to gasp.
Within the main tomb chamber, the rampant sword energy shattered Long Yuan Shengzi's robes, revealing his inner armor and forcing him back dozens of zhang. Looking at the terrifying sword energy, Long Yuan Shengzi was filled with dread.
"Meng Tian, this Saint Son respected you as a prodigy and wished to join forces with you to share these Saint Lord insights!"
"Since that is the case, then today, one of us must die!"
"Presumptuous! Today, this general will surely slay you!"
Meng Tian roared, holding his bronze sword and striding towards Long Yuan Shengzi.
"Boom!"
The hall trembled, pressing down on Long Yuan Shengzi's heart with terror!
"Meng Tian! Even if you have ascended to the Saint King realm today, this Saint Son can still fight beyond his level!"
"Saint King!"
"How many Saint Kings have I killed?"
Gazing at the encroaching Meng Tian, Long Yuan Shengzi had to suppress the fear in his heart. He had become famous in his youth during the ancient era, but unfortunately, he encountered Lord Zhu and was sealed. Now that he had finally been unsealed, he was unwilling to lose to a junior. He had his pride; he was also a prodigy who had roamed the land.
"I shall drink Saint King's blood again!"
A killing intent surged, his palms transforming into claws, sharp as myriad swords!
"Die!"
He extended his claws, emanating several strands of dragon energy, brilliant divine light flashing. Within the hall, the vast dragon energy was more than the void could bear, threatening to collapse!
"Roar!"
A furious dragon's roar, exuding an aura of supreme nobility!
"Dragon Soars the World!"
A crimson dragon materialized. With a sweep of its tail, it tore open a thousand zhang of void, spewing forth void energy like a gray river!
"Meng Tian, the will of the dragon race!"
"Can you withstand it?"
The crimson dragon fused with Long Yuan Shengzi's physical body, his form gradually weakening until it disappeared. Before Meng Tian, only a colossal dragon remained. With a roar, the crimson dragon extended its claws, unleashing tens of millions of sword energies, even igniting flames. The supreme aura of destruction was truly like a true dragon emerging into the world!
"You have the form!"
"But not the spirit!"
"A quasi-dragon dares to ascend beyond his level and claim the might of a true dragon!"
"Even if a true dragon were here, so what? Long Yuan!"
"It's all over!"
Boom!
Meng Tian's bronze sword was enveloped in a layer of bronze divine light. He grasped it with one hand and slashed ferociously towards the crimson dragon in the void!
Boom!
The hall and the sky, which had just been repaired, were once again shattered into pieces by this single sword strike!
Sword qi surged, scattering all the dense dragon energy between heaven and earth!
"Meng... Impossible... I mastered the true dragon's killing strike!"
The sword qi shrieked, tearing ten thousand bloody wounds on Long Yuan Shengzi. His pupils constricted instantly. His dragon's roar sword energy had dissipated, leaving him no room to fight back!
Even his physical body had suffered a massive blow.
"Human!"
"You dare defy the will of a true dragon... Are you not afraid of being pursued by the dragon race!!"
Long Yuan Shengzi was shocked by the terrifying power of that downward sword strike.
Boom, boom, boom!
Long Yuan Shengzi, transformed into his true form, was utterly torn into a torrential rain of blood by Meng Tian's descent!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Even with a trace of true dragon intent within Long Yuan Shengzi's "Dragon Soars the World," it could not withstand Meng Tian's sword strike!
"True dragon intent?"
"Can an outlying dragon race represent a true dragon?"
"Even if a true dragon came, so what?"
"My bronze sword in hand still lacks the tempering of its dragon blood!"
Within the hall, blood rain poured down. Meng Tian walked through the sea of blood, sword in hand. He glanced at the Saint Lord insights and then put them away. Looking at the innermost coffin, Meng Tian hesitated.
West Bai Yu Shan had been very clear back then; these were the only things inside. However, just as Meng Tian was about to turn to look for Guan Yu and Yue Yun, a white figure suddenly emerged from the innermost coffin. It looked at Meng Tian and smiled faintly.
"General Meng Tian."
At this moment, Guan Yu and Yue Yun walked over, their bodies splattered with dragon blood.
"That figure should be West Bai Yu Shan, the last Saint Lord realm expert of West Hundred Cities!"