Fang Han stood motionless, looking at the Dragon Race experts emerging from the shadows of death energy.
On a throne that first appeared, an old man was seated upright. In the void behind that old man, a massive divine dragon body was sealed. On his body, immortal dao laws flowed endlessly. In the depths of those immortal dao laws was the core origin mark of the Dragon Race. However, Fang Han felt that the Dragon Race origin mark was immensely suppressed in front of the Eight Divisions Pagoda.
A Dragon Emperor was equivalent to a Heavenly Immortal!
That is to say, that old man present was equivalent to the descent of a Heavenly Immortal expert.
The Dragon Realm was inherently filled with experts like clouds. Among the myriad heavens and worlds, it was second only to a few primeval supreme domains such as the Buddha Sect, the Demon Domain, and the Void God Realm. The Central Great World, which was the center of the three thousand great thousand worlds, probably could not rival the Dragon Realm.
In the three thousand great thousand worlds, it was difficult to see Heavenly Immortal level experts. However, in the Dragon Realm, if a commotion was too big, Dragon Emperor level strong experts would make a move.
Now, Fang Han's commotion was truly too grand. First it was forging the Eight Divisions Pagoda, then surviving the Void Immortal Thunder Tribulation, which finally alarmed the Dragon Emperor experts into appearing.
This Dragon Emperor old man was clearly the ancestor of the Xing Dragon tribe. Who knew his relationship to the number one genius swordsman Xing Wufeng whom Fang Han had just converted; as soon as he came out, aiming a hateful gaze at Fang Han, a twisting storm descended into the death energy spanning hundreds of thousands of miles. Relying purely on will, he could stir up a spacetime storm.
Such tyrannical magic power indeed surpassed the cultivation world and the Longevity Secret Realm; it was at the Heavenly Immortal tier.
However, those void storms and tyrannical divine senses, before even getting close to Fang Han, were continuously annihilated by the aura of the Eight Divisions Pagoda, not daring to overstep the bounded limits by half a step. The Great Desolate Ancestral Dragon was the ancestor of trillions of Dragon Race members. Even if they cultivated to the Dragon Emperor level, they still had to suffer suppression within their bloodline.
Furthermore, Fang Han felt that, having the Eight Divisions Pagoda, dealing with a Dragon Emperor was more advantageous than dealing with the Supreme Emperor Heaven.
"Junior, hand over Xing Wufeng."
As soon as this old man seated upright on the throne came out and stood up slightly, the throne beneath him collapsed, turned into dragon-shaped golden light, and was stored inside his body. The old man was empty-handed, without any magical treasures or weapons. His eyes fixed on Fang Han, his tone cold and indifferent: "I, Dragon Emperor Xing Gange, guarantee with my status as an Emperor of Dragons that as long as you hand over Xing Wufeng, I guarantee your safety. Junior, although you survived the Void Immortal tribulation, you are trillions of miles away from a true immortal. Under today's circumstances, you cannot escape the Dragon Realm. How about this, I take you as a disciple. Having a massive backer, you won't need to worry about me scheming against your Eight Divisions Pagoda. I am pointing out a clear path for you, it depends on whether you take it or not. Life and death lie within your single thought."
"Brat." While Dragon Emperor Xing Gange was speaking, a middle-aged man behind him spoke up: "I, True Immortal Dragon Emperor, Xing Qi, as the patriarch of the Xing Dragon tribe, acknowledge this matter. As long as you hand over Xing Wufeng and take the ancestor as your master, from now on, you will be a member of my Xing Dragon tribe, coming and going freely within the Dragon Race."
"Xing Gange! To think that you too fear the power of the Eight Divisions Pagoda? You even have scruples about this Void Immortal brat? You actually came up with such a compromising method? If word spread out that an awe-inspiring Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Race, Xing Gange, who has even fought the Immortal Realm, would actually fear a Void Immortal brat, I am afraid countless tribes and countless dragon cities in our Dragon Realm would laugh their dragon teeth off."
A voice also burst into continuous hearty laughter.
Another Dragon Emperor crossed the void and arrived. That Dragon Emperor wore a jade-like long robe, with a jade crown on his head. He was peerless in elegance, refined and noble, graceful and unyielding.
"My Jade Dragon clan carries the noble bloodline of the Dragon Race. We never compromise. This brat killed the Great Elder of our Jade Dragon clan, Granny Jade Dragon. I will capture him and take him back, slicing him a thousand times, hanging him above the dragon city, letting dragon fire roast him for eternity."
"Yu Sheng. I do not believe you are not suppressed by the Eight Divisions Pagoda." Xing Gange frowned.
"You two great Dragon Emperors, the Jade Dragon clan, the Xing Dragon clan. Good, very good. Speaking like this in front of me." Fang Han suddenly opened his mouth. His gaze swept over, like lightning and like blades: "With you being so arrogant, could it be that you want the two great Dragon Race clans to disappear from the Dragon Realm?"
"Junior, insolent!"
Furious roars transmitted over. It was several experts of the two great Dragon Race clans incessantly shouting curses. Their supreme Dragon Emperor ancestors had appeared, yet Fang Han was still so arrogant. They had never seen someone so arrogant.
"Hahahaha, I, Yu Sheng, actually fancy a junior with such personality like you. Being so insolent and so arrogant, you are indeed a genius figure. But there is always a heaven beyond heaven, and a person beyond the person. A genius must also restrain his sharp edges. Let me educate you!" The Dragon Emperor ancestor of the Jade Dragon clan, Yu Sheng, burst into a fit of grand laughter.
"Based on your words alone, the entire Jade Dragon clan shall be thoroughly exterminated! Not even the chickens and dogs are to be left!" Fang Han spoke with firmness and resolution, spitting out one word from his mouth: "Kill!"
His hair fluttered upwards, his body like a heavenly god, standing straight and upright. The Eight Divisions Pagoda merged into his body. His whole being was like a human yet not quite human, like a dragon yet not quite a dragon. A pair of palms, like dragon claws, like human hands, actually had ten fingers.
Swish!
With a single shift, he unexpectedly appeared beside the Dragon Emperor level Yu Sheng. He launched a palm strike. In the center of his palm, a storm spun endlessly, and millions of black holes and white holes manifested simultaneously.
He actually took the initiative to strike at an incredibly exalted Dragon Emperor.
"Junior, courting death!" Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng flew into a raging fury. His five fingers were like a mountain pushing back heavily. The move was simple and unadorned, returning to the original and true state. But the immortal dao laws contained within the power were substantial, equivalent to the strike of an immortal artifact.
"Break for me, Uncanny Axe Craftsmanship!"
The millions of black holes and white holes in Fang Han's palm suddenly disappeared into thin air, replaced by a massive divine axe chopping down directly upon the head. It actually cleaved deeply into Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng's palm. Squelch! Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng's palm was instantly chopped apart. Milky white fresh blood, akin to the origin energy of the Immortal Realm, flowed out. His fresh blood looked like the jade liquid nectar produced after white jade melted.
The Eight Divisions Pagoda stirred, greedily absorbing this jade-like nectar. This was Dragon Emperor's blood!
Within one exchange, victory and defeat were decided. Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng was actually injured! Thoroughly suppressed by Fang Han.
"Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng, do you think my Eight Divisions Pagoda is an ordinary pagoda? You are wrong. This supreme treasure is no longer an Eight Divisions Pagoda in the ordinary sense, but a divine artifact refined by me. Even an immortal artifact does not have such tremendous power. Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng, I am going to convert you, making you my slave!"
Facing a Dragon Emperor at the Heavenly Immortal tier, Fang Han still remained incomparably insolent. Taking a step forward, his large hand locked onto the throat, actually intending to capture this supreme and exalted Dragon Emperor.
The protective immortal qi on Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng's body cracked one after another. In front of the great desolate ancestral dragon aura, he fundamentally could not muster the will to resist.
"Junior, you dare to injure me. You possess the Eight Divisions Pagoda, but you do not know the martial arts of my Dragon Race. I will let you see the true martial arts of the Dragon Race, the martial dao of the Dragon Race. Eight Divisions Dragon God Fist!"
Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng took a step back. The wound on his palm instantly healed, and the milky white fresh blood ceased to flow. With a crash, the jade long robe on his body shattered completely, revealing a body akin to white jade.
"Jade Dragon Sacred Body! Eight Divisions Dragon Gods, descend to the world. Take my move, Dragons Battle the Great Desolation!" Amidst one punch, the mechanics of energy reversed. It was simply like iron cavalries protruding, swords and spears ringing in unison, the great desolation crumbling apart. The pillars supporting heaven and earth were broken by Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng's punch, and the firmament fractured. Fang Han immediately felt an immense power surging forth, the wind of the fist filling the universe, and his Void Immortal laws swaying ceaselessly.
"Hmph! So the martial dao of the Dragon Race is formidable? I will let you see the true essence of martial arts." Fang Han suddenly met punch with punch. As if piercing through the civilizations of countless spacetimes, an epic punch appeared.
He twisted his form, forcefully shaking with a punch. He actually utilized the supreme art of the God Race, the Three World-Shaking Moves, the "Decay of the Great Dao" from the Ancestral Progenitor Sacred Fist.
Having converted God Venerable Yin Liu and God Venerable Mo Na, he had learned this peerless set of martial arts of the God Race. Moreover, when executed, it had surpassed the God Venerables of the God Race.
The Ancestral Progenitor Sacred Fist and the Eight Divisions Dragon God Fist collided together. Two epoch-making martial arts clashed once again. Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng's body shook, his eyes like the sun, moon, and fixed stars, his aura soaring higher again, throwing out another punch.
This punch was vast and mighty, like a dragon in the nine heavens.
"Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens!"
"Heaven and Earth Imminent Decline!" Fang Han showed weakness not in the slightest, fiercely exchanging blows fist against fist, intending to pit power against a Dragon Emperor. Now, he was afraid of nothing, capable of fiercely confronting Heavenly Immortals.
The two peerless experts continuously executed epoch-making martial arts, clashing within spacetime. Every move contained the supreme principle of the Great Dao and the cyclical trajectory of heaven and earth.
"This junior, exactly who is he. Even possessing the Eight Divisions Pagoda, he is merely a Void Immortal, yet he is able to battle against our supreme Dragon Emperor ancestor."
"Too terrifying. To think the Dragon Emperor ancestor cannot suppress him."
"Which great world is this cultivator from? To actually produce such a genius figure."
"We must obliterate him, otherwise there will be endless deferred troubles…" Countless members of the Dragon Race were exceedingly terrified.
"Xing Gange, why haven't you made a move yet, this child is a great affliction to our Dragon Race! If he manages to escape, our Jade Dragon clan, as well as your Xing Dragon clan, will truly be completely wiped out by this child." Dragon Emperor Yu Sheng abruptly could not suppress Fang Han, and couldn't help but let out a long howl that transmitted into the ears of the Xing clan ancestor, Dragon Emperor.
"If this child is not eliminated, there will indeed be endless deferred troubles!"
Xing Gange also felt his heart pounding from fear while watching. Who were they? Dragon Emperors of the Dragon Race; upon stepping out, either could become the supreme overlord of a great world. Now they actually could not take down a single Void Immortal. This meant they could not prevent Fang Han from slaughtering their clansmen in the future.
He had to strangle Fang Han in his cradle.
With a swoosh, Xing Gange's body moved, also making a strike. In one punch, carrying the divine might of a Dragon Emperor, he descended behind Fang Han.
"Swarm of Dragons Lacking a Leader!"
This was, as it could be termed, a sneak attack. In one punch, he fully deployed a secret art of the Dragon Race. More than fifty types of Three Thousand Great Daos converged into an immortal art. This immortal art was brewed within his palm, hidden and unsent, waiting until he arrived behind Fang Han, and with one punch, blasted directly into Fang Han's body.