Chapter 1586 - 156: Enlightenment Amidst Battle

Chapter 1586: Chapter 156: Enlightenment Amidst Battle

In the midst of their conversation.

The Great Flood Dragon coiled and circling above the Fighting Holy Peak suddenly had a drastic change of expression.

"!!!"

The Nether Sea Venerable’s pupils contracted.

A dull boom suddenly rang out from its belly, like war drums, exploding at the Heavenly Peak.

Boom!

The Great Flood Dragon’s face twisted in pain as it crashed headfirst into the Corpse Mountain.

Heaven and earth shattered.

The assembled Great Venerables and Venerables all withdrew with their subordinate Demon Cultivators.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Great Flood Dragon rolled over and over, smashing several Ancient Mountains, before finally lifting its head with a pained roar as a mass of golden light spewed from its mouth.

This golden light... was shockingly the Saint Prince!

At this moment the Saint Prince’s whole body was burning with golden radiance, his spirit high and vigorous, like a War God. The Fighting Path Great Dao Domain hung high above the Sky Vault like a blazing great sun.

That broken Spirit Sun Rod had already been put away by him.

Though he hadn’t used a Treasure, the aura on the Saint Prince’s body was even stronger than before!

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!!"

Cries of delighted surprise rang out from the foot of the mountain.

The Demon Cultivators of Great Ape Mountain, seeing that golden figure, all felt their Heart Lake tremble.

Your Highness is still alive!

The new emperor of Great Ape Mountain had not died young!

"Calling him ’Your Highness’ is no longer appropriate."

The Primordial Saint watched that blazing mass of golden light and said meaningfully, "It should be... His Majesty."

This sentence carried two layers of meaning.

"..."

The Peacock Venerable, who had retreated to the same side as the Primordial Saint, had a complicated expression.

His Divine Thought locked onto the Saint Prince.

That youthful figure unfolding the Fighting Dao Domain in midair, his whole body burning with blinding golden light, though only at the Fourth Heaven Realm, was releasing an aura that even made him feel reverence.

"Is that His Majesty the Holy Emperor?"

The Peacock asked hoarsely.

"...Yes."

The Primordial Saint let out a light laugh, his tone utterly certain.

If one were to say who knew the Holy Emperor best in this world—

He would surely rank among them.

His Yang God Realm was entirely granted by the Holy Emperor; in his Heart Lake, there was even a Lifebound Soul Oath pulling at him.

Just one glance.

And he was sure that the Saint Prince at this moment overlapped highly with the Holy Emperor’s "Divine Thought aura."

Was this a wisp of Divine Soul remotely entrusted by a Divine Traveler?

The Primordial Saint had no time to think further.

"Rumble—!"

At this moment, the Fighting Dao Domain condensed into a sun at the Heavenly Peak suddenly began to roil.

Ten thousand streams of golden radiance surged upward.

The Saint Prince raised both hands, beginning to evolve the Fighting Saint Technique.

"This is..."

The terrifying pressure of the Dao enveloped the entire heaven and earth.

Even the Nether Sea sensed something was wrong.

He raised his head, gazing up at that golden figure more dazzling than the Blazing Sun, an uneasy sound squeezing out from his throat.

At this moment.

The Saint Prince suspended at the Heavenly Peak gradually overlapped with that figure in his memories...

Like!

Far too like!

"Big Brother?"

A trace of terror appeared in the Nether Sea’s vertical pupils. He forced the words out, but before he could finish, that blazing sun descended to kill.

Swish!

The Saint Prince stepped out once and arrived directly before the Great Flood Dragon; with the Fighting Saint Technique and Holy Emperor authority empowering him, his speed had reached an extreme.

In just an instant.

The two faced each other at close range.

The Saint Prince threw a punch, tearing through wind and thunder, and slammed heavily into the Nether Sea Venerable’s brow.

"Ah..."

A sharp scream rang out at the Heavenly Peak.

The Great Flood Dragon was smashed head-bloodied, sent flying backward, its massive demon body crushing and shattering several Ancient Mountains along the way.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Cui Zhen folded his arms, smiling as he said, "That punch wasn’t light."

The words carried more than a little schadenfreude.

He’d been fighting the Nether Sea for quite some time earlier.

This guy’s Half-step Dragon Transformation Body was absurdly tough, completely unafraid even in the face of Yin Yang Harmony Sword Qi.

Unfortunately, having rebuilt his body for another lifetime, his own strength and methods were still a bit lacking.

Fortunately—

The Nether Sea didn’t have only one "Big Brother."

It takes a villain to grind down a villain!

"So it really is ’him’..."

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch’s expression was complicated.

Back then he was also one of the Nine Venerable, an old acquaintance of the Holy Emperor’s. The moment this Fighting Saint Technique appeared, even a fool would have seen the clues.

The Holy Emperor...

Really hadn’t died!

Not only had he not died, he had even left behind a rather powerful Divine Thought.

He had probably long foreseen the situation today.

Now every punch, every move the Saint Prince made all came from the Old Saint Emperor... This was the Old Saint Emperor borrowing this "shell" to demonstrate the "Fighting Technique," using the Nether Sea’s Half-step Dragon Transformation Body to hammer the Saint Prince.

Though only in the Fourth Heaven Realm.

Once the Saint Prince moved, he completely suppressed the Nether Sea.

One was an Ape Clan Holy Emperor who had long made his name, with half his body already stepping into the River of Destiny.

The other was a newly advanced Strongest whose talent was limited and who had barely stepped into the Ninth Realm by relying on crooked, sinister paths.

Between the two, though seemingly of the same Realm, the gap was like a Heavenly Barrier...

The Great Flood Dragon howled as he fought.

At first.

The Nether Sea Venerable still harbored thoughts of resistance. After all, he had devoured so much Blood Qi and so many Daoist Collections, and with the Ten Thousand Demon Array supporting him, he thought he should at least be able to fight Big Brother for a while... Yet to his surprise, he had no ability to strike back at all. Every punch the Saint Prince threw secretly aligned with the Heaven and Earth Dao.

Later on.

The Nether Sea Venerable began to flee.

His Flesh Body was certainly formidable, but he couldn’t withstand the Saint Prince’s relentless barrage of punches, all hammering the same spot. In less than a hundred breaths, that toughest Lifebound Dragon scale between his brows had been shattered, blood streaming, swelling into a huge lump... The Nether Sea Venerable, who had previously descended upon the Ancient World of Battle Saint Peak with the hard-line stance of a superior, now turned his head and tried to bolt. Unfortunately, getting on the ship was easy, getting off was hard. The Saint Prince, gripping the Fighting Path, kept throwing himself forward, the entire Ancient World echoing with his fist intent.

The Nether Sea had no way to escape.

As long as the Saint Prince kept punching.