Chapter 1927: The King of Kings

However, a voice filled with surprise and uncertainty quickly rang out: "Why are you unaffected by my domain?"

Meng Chan looked over, both surprised and delighted, and saw that the Meng family's Old Ancestor was standing unharmed not far away.

Meanwhile, a paper figurine had just burned away where he had been standing.

It's great that the Old Ancestor is fine!

Meng Chan immediately felt as if the sky had become a little more colorful.

However, a hint of worry arose in her heart. The Old Ancestor's tone seemed to have weakened a bit; just moments ago he was referring to himself as "this old man," but now it was merely "I."

A life-substituting artifact!

Zu'an was initially surprised, then relieved. When he had fought Zhao Hao in the past, Zhao Hao had possessed many such artifacts, which had given Zu'an a great deal of trouble.

As Meng Jing was one of the eight dukes of the current dynasty and also the Meng family's Old Ancestor, it was not surprising that he possessed such a life-saving artifact.

However, only Zhao Hao could have possessed so many; for anyone else, one would be the absolute limit.

"Just a mere domain," Zu'an said casually. "If it were truly so useful, why didn't you challenge the emperor back then?"

He had indeed felt the surrounding air become stagnant just now, a restriction of rules.

However, with his current cultivation, he seemed to be able to easily break free from those rules.

To some extent, he even found these rules to be quite ordinary; after all, he had seen higher-level, more terrifying rules.

Meng Jing's breath hitched at his words, but he reacted quickly: "Arrogant brat! How dare you compare yourself to the Emperor!"

He dared not show any negligence. With a wave of his hand, a faint light shot through the roof of the Meng family ancestral hall, flying directly into his hand and gradually revealing the shape of a blade.

Upon seeing it, Meng Chan became somewhat excited: "It's that legendary family blade!"

An immortal-tier weapon—the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade!

It was the personal blade of the Meng family's first patriarch. After the first patriarch passed away, the blade remained with the Meng family and was worshipped in the ancestral hall by successive generations.

For hundreds of years, this blade had only been used three times. Each time, it had eliminated a formidable enemy that the Meng family found difficult to resist. This was the fourth time.

Meng Chan looked at Zu'an with a complex expression. The Old Ancestor had brought out this blade. Could it be that this guy was already so powerful that even the Old Ancestor felt uncertain?

Meng Jing respectfully received the blade with both hands, gently wiping his fingers along it. "Brat, to die by this Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade, you should be proud enough."

Zu'an scoffed. "Such a grand display! I thought you'd bring out a divine weapon, but this is it? And its name sounds as unpleasant as a butcher's knife."

Seeing the excited expressions of Meng Chan, Meng Jing, and the other Meng family members in the distance had made him feel a little nervous. But upon seeing it, it was merely an immortal-tier weapon. Was there really a need for such a grand display?

"You're courting death, brat!" Meng Jing was furious. This blade held an extraordinary status in the hearts of the Meng family. Not only him, but even the other Meng family disciples watching from afar were filled with righteous indignation.

Rage points from Meng Jing: 999,999,999...

From Meng...

Seeing the countless rage points contributed by the Meng family disciples in the background, Zu'an thought to himself, "This means Xiaozhao's Marrow Cleansing Pill is settled."

At this moment, the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade in Meng Jing's hand suddenly shot out, slashing directly towards Zu'an. Streams of water-like blade qi erupted, surging towards him like a mighty river.

No wonder it's called Water-Severing!

Just as the blade qi, resembling a river, was about to reach his neck,

Zu'an suddenly extended his hand and flicked lightly.

With a crisp sound, the surging river-like attack vanished, and the blade was actually flicked away.

Meng Jing, however, showed no panic. A phantom figure emerged from his body, its appearance vaguely discernible and almost identical to his own.

That was his Yin Spirit.

The Yin Spirit leaped forward, directly attaching itself to the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade.

Immediately after, the blade seemed to come alive, emitting joyful, sharp hums.

It didn't hesitate for a moment, attacking Zu'an again directly.

As it flew, it vanished directly into thin air.

Meng Chan, having seen much of the world, roughly guessed that the blade hadn't disappeared but was simply too fast. Their cultivation was insufficient; their eyes simply couldn't keep up.

She wondered if that guy could react in time. She hoped he would be slain by the Old Ancestor, otherwise...

However, she soon had her answer. Zu'an suddenly raised his hand and flicked it into the void.

Finally, the blade reappeared, now flying back and humming.

Almost simultaneously, a white beam of light, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, sliced towards Zu'an from another direction.

"Oh, that's interesting," Zu'an thought. He wondered if this was the blade's special skill.

He could feel that the white beam of light contained the rule of destruction. Meeting it head-on was clearly not a good idea.

No wonder the Meng family valued it so much; it indeed possessed some unique properties.

Unfortunately, it was somewhat wishful thinking to harm someone with this speed.

He took a step to the side, easily avoiding the white beam of light.

At this moment, the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade vanished into the void again, attacking him from all directions.

Zu'an pointed at a certain spot in the void, and the blade, which had been too fast for everyone else to follow, was flicked away again.

At this moment, the previous white beam of light returned, but this time it suddenly transformed into a crisscrossing cross, slashing towards him.

Zu'an looked thoughtful. "Could it be...?"

As he pondered, he took a step to the right and easily dodged the cross-shaped white light again.

Meng Chan, watching from afar, felt a little disappointed. The legendary blade of the Meng family seemed to have no great magical properties other than being a bit fast, even with the Old Ancestor's support and coordination.

Instead, it only highlighted how casually that guy was showing off.

Damn it, why is he precisely my father's murderer!

At this moment, Meng Jing once again controlled the blade to attack Zu'an. When the blade was flicked away again, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curve slightly upward.

At this moment, the previous cross-shaped white light returned again, slicing towards Zu'an once more.

Zu'an took a step to the side, and easily avoided the two intersecting beams again.

The Acting King, who had been looking up and watching the battle, almost cursed aloud at this point. "What's the use of this broken blade? At such a slow speed, even I can dodge it!"

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

The seemingly slow cross-shaped light suddenly expanded. The horizontal line spawned countless parallel beams, and the vertical line likewise generated countless parallel beams.

The space that could have been easily dodged was now enveloped by a dense web of light, and its speed suddenly accelerated, leaving the enemy with no escape route whatsoever.

"Bone-cleaving blade! So that's what 'bone-cleaving' means!" Meng Chan finally understood.

If swept by such a net of death rays, a person would likely be cut into countless small pieces of flesh, just like chefs cut beef brisket or braised pork.

Wait, why am I worrying about this guy?

My father died so tragically; he deserves this retribution!

"You think I haven't watched *Resident Evil*?" At this, a light sigh escaped him. Zu'an raised his hand, and his palm instantly became incredibly dark. The light around him also began to twist.

Those white net-like beams of light were naturally no exception. They seemed to be sucked in by something and ultimately vanished completely into the black vortex.

Meng Jing's eyes nearly popped out. "What the hell? The Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade's greatest killing move was just countered like that?"

One must know that the reason the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade was called an immortal-tier weapon was precisely because of this ability.

For hundreds of years, the Meng family had relied on this move to secretly kill several beings more powerful than the patriarchs of their time.

They never expected it to fail in the hands of a young man this time.

The key was that the opponent seemed to have anticipated such a change.

And what was that black hole in his palm just now? Why were even those destructive beams of light sucked into it?

At this moment, too many questions flooded Meng Jing's mind. However, he had no time to ponder them and hurriedly controlled the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade to attack again.

"It's over," Zu'an said. He suddenly took out a small flying dagger and held it next to his cheek.

Meng Chan's eyes widened. This was the first time the opponent had used a weapon, but wasn't it a bit too ordinary?

It looked no different from the most common flying daggers crafted for a few coins at a roadside blacksmith's shop.

The next moment, the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade struck precisely at that spot.

The two weapons collided. The ordinary flying dagger remained completely still.

Conversely, the immortal-tier Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade was knocked flying.

However, the Meng family members had already witnessed too many such scenes and were numb to them. What horrified them now was that their Old Ancestor suddenly clutched his head, howling in agony, and fell to the ground, rolling around.

Hearing that incredibly shrill scream, the Acting King thought to himself, "My damn legs were shattered, my Dantian Qihai destroyed, and even I didn't scream as exaggeratedly as you!"

Zu'an, however, knew the reason. He withdrew the flying dagger in his hand.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger, specializing in cutting down souls.

Even Zhao Hao's Primordial Spirit couldn't withstand it, let alone a mere Yin Spirit.

Just now, Meng Jing had attached half of his Yin Spirit's power to the blade, and it was directly obliterated by the Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger.

This was equivalent to a person's soul being torn alive into two halves, naturally causing extreme pain.

With a casual wave of his hand, the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade, which had lost its master's control in mid-air, seemed to be pulled, appearing directly beside Meng Jing's neck and chopping down with a single strike.

A golden light bloomed, and the Bone-Cleaving Water-Severing Blade was actually blocked.

Zu'an's eyes narrowed. Logically, life-saving artifacts were extremely rare; he shouldn't have a second one.

He looked at the golden scale-like piece gradually disappearing from Meng Jing's neck. "Dragon scale?"

"The brat has some knowledge," a huge voice rumbled at this moment.

The ground of the entire Meng Manor undulated like waves. Innumerable houses, reinforced by formations, collapsed one after another, and countless Meng family disciples cried out in alarm and fled.

Then, a golden light burst from the ground, and a figure hundreds of feet tall rapidly soared into the sky, then circled in the air.

"A giant dragon!"

Countless people were stunned by this sight; even Meng Chan's face turned pale.

She had no idea that such a giant dragon was hidden beneath the Meng Manor.

At this moment, the formations in the sky above the capital began to flicker in and out of sight, clearly sensing that something had triggered the flight restrictions.

Countless beams of light appeared and struck the giant dragon, but those attacks, comparable to siege ballistas, seemed to do nothing to the dragon. It merely twisted its body casually, as if unaffected.

Many people in the capital who were observing the situation frowned deeply. Dragon bodies were inherently extremely strong in physical defense, and this one was an earth-elemental golden dragon, best at defense.

"These broken formations are still a bit annoying," the golden dragon muttered. "The attacks will get stronger later, and I can't waste my strength on these meaningless things." It then descended from the sky, coiling around the Meng family's only remaining tall tower, its enormous head staring at Zu'an.

Meng Jing, enduring his severe headache, hurriedly shouted: "Please, Dragon Lord Honghua, help us kill this scoundrel!"

As the Meng family's Old Ancestor, he naturally knew the dragon's identity.

In truth, each of the Eight Dukes' families possessed such a hidden foundation. The Meng family had this golden giant dragon. The Shi family, with the shallowest foundation, had an ancient Kun Devourer. However, the Shi family only obtained a wisp of the Kun Devourer's lingering will, making them arguably the weakest.

But even the weakest could maintain their extraordinary status because of these. This was also why the families of the Eight Dukes were all so arrogant.

The golden giant dragon snorted and said discontentedly: "The Meng family's ancestors bestowed kindness upon me, but I only promised to intervene and save your clan three times when its existence is at stake. I am not your mere thug."

After speaking, it glared at Zu'an. "The Meng family's offerings have satisfied me these past years. Human, I am now protecting this old man. Be gone."

Zu'an gave it a cold glance. "A mere earth dragon dares to offend me? Kowtow and apologize to me now, and I might spare your life for the sake of a certain old friend from the Sea Race."

"Impudent!" The golden giant dragon roared in fury, countless white wisps of hot air bursting from its nostrils. "Who do you think you are, to dare speak to me like that!"

Rage points from Dragon Lord Honghua: 444,444,444...

At this moment, a charming female voice suddenly drifted from afar: "You foolish dragon, who do you think he is? This is the Regent King of the Demon Race! All ten thousand kings of the Demon Race are under his command. Even your Dragon King has to respectfully bow to him upon meeting him. And you dare to be rude to him?"