Chapter 63

Chapter 63: If Jiang Chen Suffers Any Loss, the Iron Hooves of the Primordial Holy Land Will Crush the Ancient Imperial Clan

Thunderous roars echoed incessantly, with scorching divine light flashing non-stop, and the void kept breaking and reforming. It was as if scenes of destruction and rebirth of heaven and earth were continually rotating.

Jiang Chen and Huang Qingtian unleashed all their techniques, with various divine abilities surging forth like a flood, each containing unimaginable might.

Even separated by the endless void, many beings in Ancestral Dragon City felt their hearts tremble with fear. And this was just across the boundless void. Had the two been in Ancestral Dragon City itself, it’s likely the entire city would have faced annihilation.

“So strong!” The Pure Yang Holy Son murmured somewhat blankly. The more he watched their exchange, the more palpitations he felt, his emotions shifting from initial shock to numbness.

Even as a fellow Holy Son, he had to admit the vast difference between himself and the Primordial Holy Son – they simply weren’t on the same level. The same went for Huang Qingtian.

Their strength had entirely surpassed the Great Master realm, stepping into the quasi-Saint level, and every move they made carried overwhelming might, convincing the Pure Yang Holy Son that he would undoubtedly lose if he faced these two monsters. He probably wouldn’t last a few moves.

“To be in the same era as these monsters truly leads to despair,” Zifu took a deep breath and then sighed slowly. Before this, he was quite confident, thinking that even if there was a gap between him and these monsters, it wouldn’t be huge and that he definitely had a chance to catch up later.

But after the start of this competition, his confidence crumbled bit by bit until the exchange between Jiang Chen and Huang Qingtian. His self-confidence completely collapsed.

This sense of despair stemmed from the vast gap between them, a gap he had never felt before, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. It felt like a dimensional strike, leaving him utterly powerless.

Lu Yuan patted Zifu’s shoulder and said weakly, “Don’t be so desperate. Some people are destined not to be caught up with. Once you understand this, everything becomes clear. And not becoming an Emperor isn’t necessarily regrettable. Through the ages, how many have become Emperors?”

“Many have been left stranded on the shores of ambition. Besides, both you and I know, with our talents, aspiring to become an Emperor is nothing short of delusional. So, lighten up, without that pressure, cultivation in the future won’t be so difficult.”

Hearing this, a spark of light gradually appeared in Zifu’s originally dim eyes. “You seem to have a deep understanding,” he remarked.

“You seem to know a lot?” The Pure Yang Holy Son asked curiously. Lu Yuan’s tone was that of someone who had been through it all.

Sighing, Lu Yuan said, “If you were born in the Lu Yuan family, constantly oppressed by others, and no matter what you do, you can’t catch up, you’d feel the same way. That’s why I understand.”

The reason Lu Yuan understood so well was that his generation in the Lu Yuan family was incredibly strong. He was always ranked fourth, constantly overshadowed by three geniuses, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t catch up. This led Lu Yuan to develop a good mentality.

“Then I really can’t relate,” said the Pure Yang Holy Son, smiling. “I’ve always been unbeatable in the Pure Yang Holy Land, with no one as my opponent.”

With a sigh.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, barely holding back a smile, “I really want to cut your tongue short!”

“It’s useless, even if you cut it short, I can regenerate!” the Pure Yang Holy Son continued.

Ah, Lu Yuan was almost driven mad, throwing a punch directly at the Pure Yang Holy Son.

However, it was easily caught.

“Why are you so angry all of a sudden, I didn’t provoke you!” said the Pure Yang Holy Son, with a teasing tone.

Secretly, Lu Yuan was going insane. He had never encountered someone so annoying and so disgusting. Being with the Pure Yang Holy Son was torturous, like being in purgatory.

Hahaha.

Seeing the two of them like this, Zifu couldn’t help but laugh. Even Qin Ershi couldn’t help but show a trace of a smile. Regardless, having the Pure Yang Holy Son around indeed never lacked amusement, as long as he wasn’t targeting them.

“The wicked have their tormentors! Only the Primordial Holy Son can deal with him!” Zifu said with a laugh. Only Jiang Chen could make the Pure Yang Holy Son eat humble pie.

“No one can deal with me! Not even the Primordial Holy Son!” the Pure Yang Holy Son said, highly displeased.

“You’ve already been recorded, and I’ll give it to the Primordial Holy Son!” Lu Yuan took out a stone and pressed it lightly. The voice of the Pure Yang Holy Son was truthfully reproduced.

“Give it to me!” The Pure Yang Holy Son panicked instantly.

Joking aside, he really couldn’t let the Primordial Holy Son know. Given the Primordial Holy Son’s mischievous character, who knows how he might torment him. And he was helpless against him. He couldn’t beat him in a fight, and his background wasn’t as significant as others.

Compared to the joy on the human side, the foreign tribes were as gloomy as ever. A suffocating atmosphere enveloped the surroundings, making it hard to breathe.

“Even Huang Qingtian can’t take down this Primordial Holy Son!”

“The strength of the Primordial Holy Son far exceeds our imagination!” the Vermilion Bird Divine Maiden said gravely.

Before coming here, she had prepared to thoroughly defeat Jiang Chen. But to her surprise, Jiang Chen was so powerful. It was somewhat of a relief that they didn’t encounter Jiang Chen initially but someone else.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to raise their heads in shame. Though losing to Jiang Chen wasn’t shameful, thinking back to their confident demeanor upon arrival made the Vermilion Bird Divine Maiden feel unbearable. How arrogant they were before, thinking they could defeat, no, crush Jiang Chen!

“I wonder if Huang Qingtian can defeat him! If even Huang Qingtian can’t, then only that member of the True Dragon Clan remains!”

“However, the True Dragon Clan’s God Son has not appeared for ten years. It’s unknown what realm he has reached and whether he can match the Primordial Holy Son!”

To be honest, the White Tiger Holy Son, Bai Chen, also lacked confidence. The strength Jiang Chen had shown was entirely beyond their expectations.