"A piece of dog shit like you dares to come and cause trouble for me? Do you really think there is no one in our Yuhua Sect?" Fang Han Jolted the "Map Emperor" Ouyang Tu away with one palm and stood unmoving as a mountain, displaying the majesty of a peerless hegemon, "Whoever dares to disadvantage my Yuhua Sect, kill without mercy! This palm, shattering your clothes, is just to teach you a lesson. If you remain stubborn and irreclaimable, I will directly strike you dead!"
This voice naturally carried a detering power that transmitted outward. The mind of every expert in the surroundings felt an immense fear, as if directly facing the primordial Ancestor Dragon.
The Love Emperor, Heartbroken Nangong, was also greatly shocked. He knew Fang Han was formidable, but he absolutely didn't expect him to be formidable to this extent.
Jolting an Emperor away with one palm; he seemed even fiercer than himself.
"The Eight Divisions Pagoda, refined into a King Grade Immortal Artifact, is indeed formidable; it can completely suppress an Emperor to death." Now he also roughly saw that the Dragon Race martial arts Fang Han just deployed were from the power of the Eight Divisions Pagoda: "Feather Emperor told me that he blood-sacrificed ten great Emperors to refine this piece of pagoda. I didn't believe it yet, but now it seems it is true."
"You!"
The most shocked person present was none other than the "Map Emperor" Ouyang Tu, who had fought with Fang Han. His face was solemn. With a sway of his body, a divine light shrouded him, and an extra set of clothes appeared.
He was extremely furious, wishing he could abandon his life to fight Fang Han immediately, but reason held him back.
The strength Fang Han just displayed was simply not something he could contend against.
He could not figure out why a mere Saint could have such formidable combat power, but at this moment, he would not strike a stone with an egg.
"What? Why aren't you rolling away yet? Right, before rolling away, vacate the Cave Dwelling and Blessed Land you occupied, otherwise, I will beat you every time I see you! Also, that Ouyang Chang courted his own death. If you dare to bring this matter up again, I will make you suffer for a lifetime."
Fang Han's tone was domineering and potent, directly reprimanding them.
Immediately, it made the faces of the "Map Emperor" Ouyang Tu and all the Ouyang Family disciples turn black and blue. Every one of them was incomparably furious.
"Junior, you are too arrogant, aren't you? Relying on a peerless magic treasure, do you think you are truly a major figure? Your words, actions, and immense arrogance; if this can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated."
An Emperor couldn't help but speak up, truly unable to bear watching this anymore. He was not a member of the Ouyang Family, but a leading figure of the Gongyang Family.
"What kind of thing are you? Daring to speak to me like this? Seeking death?" Who would have known that just as he finished speaking, Fang Han cast a sideways glance, shooting a look over. In a split second, a massive will enshrouded him, and a Ghost Martial Sage Map appeared above him.
Fang Han actually initiated an attack the moment he spoke of it, directly attempting to obliterate him; it was simply outrageously arrogant, as if he were the son of a Heavenly Lord. He entirely ignored everything else and simply wanted to crush his opponent to death first.
The Ghost Martial Sage Map shot out ten thousand divine lights. Countless Protoss warriors and phantoms of the Ghost Martial Heavenly Lord leaped out of it, carrying out obliteration against the Emperor of the Gongyang Family.
Now the power of the Ghost Martial Sage Map had increased quite a lot again, because Fang Han communicated with the Treasure Realm, continuously gathering treasure qi into the map to temper its physical form, causing the artifact spirit and arrays inside to constantly grow and recover. Paired with Fang Han's current power, this map could also obliterate an Emperor; it just wasn't as fast, direct, and fierce as the Eight Divisions Pagoda.
"Insolent!" The face of this Emperor from the Gongyang Family turned green. Feeling the formidable power, he immediately propped up his hands, blasting out a torrent of myriad celestial arts. Opening his mouth, he spat, and a sword light like a cascading heavenly river shot out. It was actually the sword qi he had personally cultivated, intending to tear apart the Ghost Martial Sage Map.
Fang Han let out a grand roar, "Maha Boundless!"
That sonic wave converged into an enormous iron fist, viciously smashing down toward the sword light.
"Bang!"
The sword light shattered, and fresh blood flowed out from the entire body of that Emperor from the Gongyang Family. Every drop of Emperor blood shot out from his skin like a fountain, actually beginning to be refined within the Ghost Martial Sage Map.
Fang Han actually intended to forcibly refine an Emperor within the Heavenly Court, right in front of so many people.
This was not him being cruel; he needed to establish his prestige. He had calculated long ago that this trip to the Heavenly Court was fraught with danger. Rather than hiding under a low profile, it was better to directly display his strength and make many people harbor misgivings. Actually, in his current state, there was no way to keep a low profile even if he wanted to.
"Ah! Come save me quickly! I am about to be refined, ten million years of bitter effort destroyed in one day!" This Utmost Immortal Emperor from the Gongyang Family screamed miserably, incomparably shrill, as if he were being castrated.
According to reason, an Utmost Immortal Emperor was a figure second only to a Heavenly Lord. Every action of theirs carried majesty and the rule of law. However, in the face of life and death, everyone is equal. There is no eternal life, so when sensing that they are about to be obliterated, they will all feel extreme fear.
Everyone hearing his shrill screams felt their hearts clench tightly, but no one dared to make a move. Fang Han was simply too brutal.
Right at this moment, a sudden mutation occurred!
Foremost, Fang Han's mind felt an immense danger.
Following closely, at the instant his mind felt danger, a ray of sabre light emerged from the void. This sabre light was like surging waves and a turbulent grand river. Within that river of sabres, countless sabre-wielding war gods brandished long sabres inside, interpreting the true essence of the sabre to the ultimate extreme.
It was a supremely powerful Emperor, cleaving a sabre from the void, assassinating toward Fang Han, intending to tear apart the Ghost Martial Sage Map.
Fang Han even felt the aura of a King Grade Immortal Artifact within that sabre light.
"Wind Fate, careful, this is the Massacre Emperor! An expert of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens."
Upon seeing this sabre light, the Love Emperor, Heartbroken Nangong, was heavily shocked. His hands burst forth with sword qi, converging into streaks of pictures and sword paintings, intending to block that turbulently river-like sabre light.
"Hmph! Love Emperor, you dare to obstruct me! I am the rule of the Heavenly Court; those who dare to kill in the Heavenly Court will be killed without mercy!" A cold, icy voice transmitted from within the sabre light. That sabre light randomly twisted, breaking through Heartbroken Nangong's sword light with a crackle. Subsequently, the sabre light condensed, pouncing toward Fang Han and cleaving into the Ghost Martial Sage Map.
The Ghost Martial Sage Map immediately erupted with the sound of crying ghosts and howling gods. The halos of the Blessings of the Gods flickered one after another; it was the light of the Ghost Martial Sage Map repairing itself.
In this instant, Fang Han felt a heart-tearing severe pain; the origin energy of the Ghost Martial Sage Map had at least a third of it slashed out of existence.
Just how fierce was that sabre light?
"Ghost Martial Sage Map, receive for me!" Fang Han roared grandly, beckoning with his hand. The Ghost Martial Sage Map immediately shrunk, transforming back into a picture and returning to him.
"Want to retreat? Under me, the Massacre Emperor, no one can retreat completely unscathed!" Within the sabre light, cold divine intent transmitted out once again. The sabre light followed like a shadow, galloping over and cleaving toward Fang Han, absolutely unwilling to retreat until it had torn a person apart.
"Hmph! Trying to kill me, where is it that easy, do you think you are a Heavenly Lord?" From beginning to end, Fang Han's face remained calm, without a trace of fear or terror. In the instant the sabre light swept over, his entire person transformed into a dragon.
Man and treasure as one!
The Eight Divisions Pagoda and his own crystal divine country united together, and he transformed into a primordial Ancestor Dragon. This Ancestor Dragon was thousands of zhang long, with fluttering whiskers and branching dragon horns. Its claws had ten digits, each representing ten kinds of extreme powers; it was a divine might unique to the Dragon Race. The scales on its body shot out streaks of archaic rune auras, combining with a great existence in the unseen world.
"Era Divine Fist!"
After uniting with his treasure, Fang Han let out a long resonant roar, making myriad dragons bow their heads. Even the firmament actually transformed into patches of dragon scales. Moreover, dragon race runes as numerous as the sands of the Ganges spread out with him as the center. Once all the people present were tainted by these dragon race runes, their power abruptly increased. The magic power and divine arts on their bodies were all modified by the dragon race runes. Even, even the people of the Ouyang Family, Gongyang Family, and some guardian Saints of the Heavenly Court were no exception; they were all dragon-ified.
Awooo!
The Emperor of the Ouyang Family, Map Emperor Ouyang Tu, was the first to grow dragon horns on his head. Yet, he could not control the origin energy around his entire body. Within his subconscious, a feeling of submission toward Fang Han actually emerged. Involuntarily letting out a dragon roar, he cleaved a palm toward the sweeping sabre light.
Boom!
All the experts, with the exception of the Love Emperor, Heartbroken Nangong, were thoroughly dragon-ified, generating submission toward Fang Han. Roaring like dragons, they struck!
This entire corner of the Heavenly Court evolved into a kingdom of dragons.
This was the formidability of the Eight Divisions Pagoda. After reaching the level of a King Grade Immortal Artifact, it completely stimulated all sorts of divine wonders, and Fang Han inherited a portion of the primordial Ancestor Dragon's abilities from back then.
In legends, as the primordial Ancestor Dragon cruised through the void, sprinkling the civilization of the Dragon Race, wherever the aura of its body reached, the void there would transform into a kingdom of dragons. All people, objects, auras, and emptiness would transform into true dragons, yielding submission to the Ancestor Dragon.
Now that Fang Han deployed this move, man and treasure as one, although it was impossible to reach the stage of permanent transformation like the primordial Ancestor Dragon, it could still temporarily dragon-ify the people around him in an instant, making them yield to him. Even enemies were no exception, unless they were experts with cultivation realms far higher than his, those with Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens, or those protected by supreme treasures.
On the scene, in a split second, only Nangong Shangxin alone was not dragon-ified.
"Kill!" Fang Han dragon-ified all the people around him and condensed their origin energy, which equated to all the people striking at that streak of sabre light simultaneously.
The vast origin energy, like a rolling heavenly might, crashed against the sabre light.
That sabre light actually let out an angry groan, as if it had come alive, and with a final scream of agony, it shattered into pieces.
As the origin energy dissipated, a male figure wearing a battle skirt appeared in the distance. He held a massive slaughtering sabre, was tall in stature, and had facial features that seemed chiseled by a knife and an axe. This man's skin was exposed, and a casual twitch of his muscles caused true spatial explosions. He seemed to be an existence born naturally for destruction.
"Massacre Emperor," holding the "Sabre of Massacre," a King Grade Immortal Artifact. An Emperor at the realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens, who enjoyed an extremely high authority in the Heavenly Court and had slain an unknown number of heretical experts, had appeared.
That one sabre strike just now was unleashed by him. It broke Heartbroken Nangong's sword qi, and also directly tore apart the Ghost Martial Sage Map, causing it to lose a third of its origin energy. In the end, it was only shattered in one fell swoop by the dragon power Fang Han deployed. One could see that the strength of this Emperor was simply earth-shattering.