"Come out!!"
Seeing no trace to lock onto, the Prince's twelve divine fires raged, "You destroyed our national fortune, injured our foundation, come out and die!!!" With a roar, divine light swept across the sky filled with demonic energy.
"Is this all you've got?"
"With this little power, you dare to rebel?"
Cheng Yaojin, who was seated above the demonic energy, glanced at the charging Prince and shook his head slightly.
The Celestial God hiding deep within the Imperial Palace did not make a move. As expected, it was worthless. How could it make the An Yuan Celestial Dynasty, which possessed Celestial Gods, take notice!
"Arrogant!"
The Prince looked at the dense demonic energy. Although it was equivalent to a True God, he felt that this True God from the Great Han Imperial Dynasty was like a Celestial God.
"Weng~!"
Suddenly, a blood-red light shot out from the depths of the Imperial Palace, directly striking the thick demonic energy in the sky. The blood-red light crisscrossed, tearing open the demonic energy and revealing the smiling Cheng Yaojin.
"Good! Finally couldn't resist making a move, eh?"
"Die!"
As the demonic energy dispersed, the Prince locked onto the seated Cheng Yaojin, condensing a sword and unleashing a sharp blade!
Instantly, the scattered and depleted national fortune was forcefully captured in his hand. With the blessing of the national fortune, it vibrated all around, accompanied by a mournful dragon's roar filled with unwillingness.
"You destroyed our national fortune, and I will send you to your death!"
Feeling the dissipating national fortune in his hand, the Prince had no time to re-condense it. He forcefully channeled it into his long sword. The green blade emerged horizontally, piercing through thousands of miles of void!
"Want me to accompany you to your death?"
"Ask that bastard, does he dare to send me to my death?"
Cheng Yaojin's eyes flashed with divine light, firmly locking onto the Celestial God's aura. As for the True God Prince below, he could be destroyed with a single axe!
"Hmph!"
The Celestial God deep within the Imperial Palace had a cold expression. A mere True God dared to trample on his divine might like this!!
He deserved to die!
Cheng Yaojin looked at the rising Celestial God, smiled slightly, condensed a long axe in his hand, and swung it horizontally. Demonic energy surged, and an axe gleam flashed in the void!
Boom!
The axe gleam was like the light of a divine sword from heaven, incomparably sharp. Before it even reached the Prince, the sword gleam, empowered by the dissipated national fortune, shattered directly. At this moment, the national fortune of the Blood Yuan Celestial Dynasty completely vanished!
The sword gleam shattered, and the axe gleam directly cleaved onto the Prince's head, accompanied by gushing divine blood. The entire person, along with his primordial spirit, was torn apart. His corpse flew, and divine blood splattered everywhere!
A True God, unable to withstand even a casual blow from Cheng Yaojin of the Great Han Imperial Dynasty, perished in the void!!
"How is this possible?"
The Celestial God looked at the Prince, who was split in two. A being at the first level of True God could actually kill a True God at the third level with a single axe!!
Unbelievable!!
"What?"
"Still not coming out?"
Cheng Yaojin held his long axe, stood up, and looked at the Celestial God deep within the Imperial Palace without any fighting spirit.
"Great Han Imperial Dynasty?"
"Great Han Imperial Dynasty, are you truly intending to be an enemy of my An Yuan Celestial Dynasty?"
The Celestial God walked out step by step, his gaze cold as he looked at Cheng Yaojin in the heavens. He spoke coldly, "Even a Celestial God from the Gate of Creation would not dare to underestimate me like this. Who do you think you are?"
"A True God ant, what? Relying on your Celestial God's divine power?"
"Heh heh!!"
Cheng Yaojin clenched his long axe, looked at the Celestial God stepping through the air, and said indifferently, "What is a Celestial God? In my eyes, there are no Celestial Gods, only ants!!"
"How audacious!!"
"An ant dares to speak such nonsense!!"
"Today, I will show you what the wrath of a god-man is!"
......
Meanwhile, far away in the Blood Sea's suspended coffin, Shang Shitu and Hu Yan Zan, after boarding the ancient ship, sailed deeper into the boundless Blood Sea!
The peculiar lantern was able to dispel the thick blood mist, and the sound of "ding-dang-dang" constantly lingered in their ears.
"Squeak squeak~~"
After an unknown period, the ancient ship ran aground. Both of them opened their eyes simultaneously and scanned ahead.
Ahead, they had reached the end of this Blood Sea. There lay a stretch of black land, with only a faint light above.
"Puff!"
The pale green divine light within the lantern was extinguished. The two of them disembarked from the ancient ship and stepped onto this black land.
"We've probably reached the end!"
After walking for a while, they saw wisps of void energy appearing at the end of their sight, a hazy blur.
"Let's keep going!"
Hu Yan Zan glanced behind him. The peculiar ancient ship began to sail towards the depths of the Blood Sea.
After walking for about a few miles, a giant stone sculpture flickered with dim light. The sculpture was dozens of feet tall, sitting there alone, with nothing else around in the vastness.
"What is this?"
Shang Shitu walked forward. Due to the divine corpses and dragon bones encountered earlier, Shang Shitu did not extend his hand to touch it this time but observed from a distance.
Perhaps due to the immense age and the grinding of time in this world, many parts were blurred, making it impossible to identify what the sculpture was.
"It looks like dragon scales!"
Shang Shitu stared for a long time. At the lower part of the sculpture, he saw several clear scales, which still emitted a faint divine light.
"Indeed! They are dragon scales!"
Hu Yan Zan looked at the few relatively clear scales and confirmed Shang Shitu's observation after several checks.
"Is this a dragon?"
Shang Shitu looked up at the dozens of feet tall sculpture. The further up it went, the more blurred the carvings became, until the top was smooth and devoid of anything.
"Unclear!"
Hu Yan Zan shook his head. In this realm, it was not necessarily a dragon just because it had dragon scales. It could be a close relative of a dragon.
To have a sculpture erected here, its life must have been extraordinary, perhaps not much weaker than the supreme beings in the ancient battlefield.
"Ding~~~~~"
Hu Yan Zan took a step and seemed to kick something. He quickly lowered his head and reached out to feel it. A chain, forged from some unknown divine material, lay quietly on the ground.
The chain was extremely black. Lying on the black land, it had no spiritual energy or divine charm. If one did not examine it carefully, it would be difficult to distinguish.
"A chain!!"
Hu Yan Zan followed the direction of the chain and saw that it was extremely long, stretching into the depths.
"Let's go!"
The two exchanged glances and then followed the direction of the chain, heading deeper. The further they walked, the darker the surroundings became, as if a thick fog had descended. Beyond ten feet, nothing could be seen.
They walked for an unknown amount of time, the chain seeming to have no end, continuing to extend into the depths.
"General Hu, look!"
Shang Shitu suddenly pointed to their left. Hu Yan Zan quickly looked and saw that about ten feet to their left, another iron chain led into the deeper parts of this world.
"Judging by its appearance, it seems to be holding something down!"
"We're probably close. Let's go!"
The two paused for a few seconds and then set off again towards the depths.