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Although it was a draw, anyone with a discerning eye could see that King Dingxuan was in a very bad state.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura fluctuated violently. He had obviously fallen from his peak state.

Especially after several painful coughs, black blood oozed out from the corners of his mouth and eyes like a little snake.

The king of heaven was stained with blood!

He did not stay on the battlefield for long.

He looked at Su Heng deeply, and then turned and left.

His strong body turned into a green light, sank into Xuantian Mansion, and disappeared just like that.

In front of King Dingxuan, Su Heng stood in the void. After a period of fighting, dragon blood burst out, and he became more and more courageous. The injuries on his body were almost completely healed, and even the dragon wings that were torn and swallowed alive before were reborn.

At this time, it naturally stretched outward, standing above the clouds, covering the sky and the sun, and casting shadows unscrupulously.

The huge and dark rolling clouds seemed to cover the entire Xuantian Mansion.

On the wall of Xuantian Mansion.

Whether it was an ordinary warrior who had just broken through the limits of the human body, or a master of the Tiangui level. When they looked up at Su Heng, their hearts were trembling. That kind of innate majesty, high above, seemed to have turned into substance, weighing heavily on their chests, making them a little breathless.

Of course, Su Heng would not take out his anger on these irrelevant people.

He glanced at the blazing green flames burning in the distant sky, then turned around, the deep dragon state was lifted, and his body shrank rapidly. He took a step forward, accompanied by a whistling and piercing sound of breaking through the air, and Su Heng also disappeared from the battlefield.

The battlefield was quiet.

The few cold breaths lingering in it seemed a little disappointed.

After a sigh, they dissipated silently.

And at the edge of the sky far away, the powerful spirit of King Qingyang, like a substance, gradually surged away.

Crash!

The sword energy that cut off the Qinglan River dispersed.

The river water resumed flowing, making a loud rumbling sound.

Hearing the dull roar like thunder, the people present gradually came back to their senses from the aftermath of the battle. Seeing the ground full of holes and the mountains torn and collapsed, these people were silent again.

Then a few people whispered.

More and more people talked, and the voices became louder and louder, and finally it was completely detonated, like a bang.

"The king of heaven is injured and at a disadvantage, incredible!"

"Who is that person? He has a raging blood and a sharp spirit. He must be quite young." A gray-haired old man sighed, "But he already has the combat power of the king level, and his future prospects... are simply immeasurable."

"Isn't it said that the seven states of Jiang and E are a wild land with poor resources and no martial arts. I heard that many people living there don't even know what demons are. How could such a monster suddenly pop up?" This is a young man born in a big family.

Very strong, at this age, it is considered an extraordinary cultivation.

He once heard the elders of the family evaluate the seven states of Jiang and E with a very disdainful tone, but now he feels that his worldview has been reshaped.

"King Qingyang also showed up, but he didn't make a move and just left." Someone else frowned and said worriedly, "His attitude is a bit strange. I don't know what he is thinking."

"The matter of the King of Heaven is too far away from us." Another person replied, "It's better to practice well and deal with the things in your hands first!"

Some people couldn't bear the spirit of the King of Heaven and Su Heng tearing the sky during the battle, and their Taoism collapsed on the spot.

But some people had divine light in their eyes and made a vow in their hearts. They believed that as long as they practiced hard and had some opportunities, they might be able to replace him in the troubled times. The flame called ambition burned in their hearts, urging them to keep moving forward.

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And at this moment.

Xuantian Mansion, in an old and dark mansion in the inner city.

Bang!

King Dingxuan staggered and walked out of the dissipated green light.

The floor paved with bluestone seemed unable to bear his weight. It exploded on the spot with a click, and cracks spread. There was an octagonal well in the middle of the courtyard, and on top of the well was a wooden windlass used to draw water from the well. Next to the well was a large vat, more than three meters high, and seemed to be made of bronze.

A locust tree grew in the corner of the courtyard wall, lush and green, with broad leaves casting shadows and blocking the sun.

The whole courtyard was unusually quiet.

There were no birds singing, no insects chirping, and even no sound of leaves rubbing against each other in the breeze.

Snap!

King Dingxuan took a step forward and grasped the edge of the vat with both hands.

The bronze water vat was extremely hard. But in his hands, it was as fragile as rotten wood, crackling, twisting and breaking.

The water vat was filled with well water, causing ripples.

You could vaguely see the broken shadow of the tree and a hideous and twisted face.

Wow!

King Dingxuan only felt his internal organs twitching violently.

A strong sense of discomfort surged up from the stomach along the esophagus.

He opened his mouth and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, gradually spreading in the water tank. Looking at the dark red blood that spread like ink in the well water, King Dingxuan's distorted face gradually calmed down.

He untied the armor on his hands and put it aside.

He scooped water from the water tank to wash his face.

But while washing the blood on his hands and face, blood continued to seep out.

In the end, the entire water tank was dyed a strange dark red. Looking at his bright red reflection in the water, King Dingxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked through the gaps between the leaves at the fiery red sun that was gradually rising in the sky.

"When troubled times are coming, there will be evil." King Dingxuan's cracked lips moved up and down, and he whispered, "The ancients were not deceiving me."

Pah!

Footsteps came from behind.

A young servant in green appeared under the archway of the courtyard.

He bowed to King Dingxuan with his head down, and then lowered his voice and said, "My lord, there is a secret letter from the third prince."

Swish!

Suddenly a cold wind blew.

At the edge of the courtyard, the lush locust tree swayed gently, making a sound.

"My lord?" The young servant noticed that something was wrong, trembled slightly, and looked up. A bloody face like a beast appeared in his sight, and it was looking back at this time. The majestic pupils were full of bloodshot, and two black blood snakes flowed down the cracked corners of the eyes.

"Ah! Heavenly King, you——" The young man felt as if he was hit hard on the head by a heavy hammer.

The ground was full of flying sand and rocks.

The strong majesty, like substance, came from the air.

The young man was extremely frightened, his eyes went black, and he almost screamed directly. He used twelve points of energy to barely control his muscles. Without a stumble, he fell to the ground on the spot. But he was still panic-stricken and pale.

Because just now, when the two eyes met, he clearly sensed a trace of cold murderous intent from the injured beast-like eyes of King Dingxuan.

"Third Prince..." King Dingxuan nodded slightly, "I understand."

The cold murderous intent dissipated.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, "Heavenly King, I will leave first."

"Go." King Dingxuan said.

The young servant bowed his head and faced King Dingxuan. He slowly retreated, and when he was close to the archway behind him and about to leave the courtyard, he turned around.

The moment he turned around - poof!

A force flashed past, piercing his heart, and the young man fell into his own blood, staring with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Even you look down on me, thinking that I shouldn't lose, or even get hurt, hehe." King Dingxuan paused beside the young man's body, sneered, and shook his head. Then he stepped forward over the body and quickly disappeared in this quiet courtyard.

A rustling sound came.

Some black vines with thorns crawled out of the soil and covered the young man.

After a wriggling, the vines stained red with blood shrank back into the flowerbed, and the young man's body was gone, and even the bloodstains and remaining clothes on the ground were cleaned up. This courtyard once again returned to its previous tranquility, as if no one had ever been there.

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King Dingxuan walked to a ceremony hall at the back of the mansion.

This hall was specially built to get in touch with the Third Prince. It was over nine meters high and supported by red dragon-shaped columns.

In the shadows on both sides stood the statues of ancient generals, each of them wearing scales and armor, with a ferocious face and dragons and tigers.

In the middle of the room was a long altar.

On it were incense burners, candlesticks, and plaques of immortal gods. At this time, two Tianqi masters in white clothes stood on both sides of the altar.

They first bowed slightly and saluted King Dingxuan. Then they lit the incense in their hands and inserted it into the incense burner.

The two silently recited the formula, and then bowed seriously to the plaque and incense burner on the altar.

Then they slowly stepped back and left the hall.

Bang!

Behind King Dingxuan.

The heavy door was closed and closed.

The originally bright room suddenly became dark, and a majesty like substance flowed in the shadows. The vast hall seemed to be unable to bear it, buzzing and trembling, and dust fell from the walls and the beams above.

Against the backdrop of the shadows, the general sculptures on both sides seemed to come alive, with red eyes, staring angrily at King Dingxuan in the center of the room.

Even though King Dingxuan was the king of heaven.

When he felt the vast power coming from Changshengtian, his heart was slightly shocked.

Bang!

His knees softened and he knelt on one knee.

Directly drilled through the ground, leaving a huge hole on it.

Wisps of smoke rose from the burning incense, more and more, more and more dense, and in the end it was almost like a blowout. Continuous into a piece, turning into a curtain. Accompanied by a long sigh, the flames ignited in the void.

A slightly illusory, but extremely burly and majestic figure emerged from the smoke.

Just like the war wizards and giants in myths and legends, just half of his body was enough to fill up this nine-meter-high hall.