"Boom!"
The strike hit with great force. Zhao Ritian's head was split open, his entire head flattened, and he rolled far forward.
"Rumble... The
golden giant Zhao Ritian had transformed into rolled across the earth, and all the Devouring Heaven Black Armor soldiers along the way were reduced to ashes by his collision.
Coincidentally, Zhao Ritian was flying toward the direction of the Dragonblood Legion. Seeing Zhao Ritian flying, Guo Ran shouted excitedly:
"Brothers, lend me a hand!"
Guo Ran didn't bother collecting the immortal gold fragments. His armor lit up, and he swung his battle blade high, slashing at Zhao Ritian with a single strike.
"Buzz!"
At the very moment Guo Ran struck, the armor on the Dragonblood warriors lit up, and beams of divine light surged toward him. The armor on Guo Ran's armor burst with a sun-like light, and the battle blades in his hands roared loudly.
"Crack!"
The golden giant Zhao Ritian had transformed into rolled forward. Guo Ran saw it with perfect precision, slashing Zhao Ritian's neck with a single strike.
Gathering the strength of the Dragonblood warriors, Guo Ran's strike was unstoppable. With one strike, he severed Zhao Ritian's neck, sending his mountain-like head flying.
"Whew."
Guo Ran was prepared, grabbing the massive head and throwing it straight into the Star Space, giving Zhao Ritian no chance to retrieve it.
When he stored that head into his space, Guo Ran's heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of his chest.
Baby, you've struck it rich, you've made it big! The moment Guo Ran touched that head, he almost cried out in surprise.
Zhao Ritian's true body, the purity of immortal gold had reached an almost extreme level, even surpassing the purity of the blood-colored battle blade in his hand.
If it weren't for the power of the Dragonblood Warriors feeding in to him, he wouldn't have been able to sever Zhao Ritian's neck—even his battle blade was at risk of being cut.
This human head was hundreds of zhang in size, its weight astonishing, and its value was immeasurable. The head had already been stored in the Star Space, but Guo Ran's heart still raced, feeling as if he were in a dream.
"Oh my god, such a big piece of gold! Brothers, grab it... Gu Yang shouted as he saw Chao Ritian's headless corpse falling, and rushed over.
"Don't ...!" Guo Ran shouted.
But it was still a step too late.
"Crack, crack... dozens
of long swords struck Zhao Ritian's corpse. Only a few scratches appeared on his body, and the swords in the Dragonblood warriors' hands were shattered one after another.
This golden giant was formed from Zhao Ritian's strongest immortal metal. Even Guo Ran's battle blade couldn't compare, let alone the mass-produced longswords in the hands of the Dragonblood warriors.
Gu Yang and the others' faces instantly turned green, heartbroken to death. The spear in Gu Yang's hand had its tip broken off—it was his treasure.
"You bunch of idiots looking for death."
Suddenly, Zhao Ritian's "corpse" let out a furious roar, stood up, and smashed a punch down on the Dragonblood warriors.
"Formation Resistance" Everyone
was startled. They thought Zhao Ritian was already dead, but they didn't know that Zhao Ritian was immortal; even if his head was cut off, he would not die.
"Boom!"
Because they separated from the team, the hundreds of Dragonblood warriors ahead hurriedly resisted and were sent flying by Chao Ritian's punch, each one spurting blood wildly.
"You bunch of poor guys, you bandits, just go to hell!" Zhao Ritian let out a furious roar.
He was about to lose his mind. In his life, he had never met such an opponent, who actually saw him as a prized meat, wanting a bite from everyone.
You have to know, Zhao Ritian, Feng Fei, and the others have always been fighting in the outer region, a wild land where those beings have no concept of immortal gold.
But after returning, things were different. The first time he fought Long Chen, Mo Nian had taken advantage of a lot.
Back then, he only encountered one bandit; now, he had encountered a whole group of bandits—his head was cut off, his primordial immortal gold was stolen, and the pain was not only the loss but also the endless humiliation.
A dignified prodigy of the Divine Clan, a prodigy of a generation, yet so many people saw him as a fat meat. He could not accept such humiliation.
"Boom!"
Chaori Tian threw a punch, a new head appeared, roared in fury, and charged forward, but with a single step, he immediately fell to the ground.
It turned out that one of his big feet had somehow been tied by countless wooden pillars, lost his balance during the pulling, and fell badly.
"Die!"
Zhao Ritian grew even angrier. Spotting Chu Yao forming hand seals, he suddenly pushed his foot hard, and the wooden pillar wrapped around his feet shattered instantly. With a roar, he charged at Chu Yao.
"Sss!"
Suddenly, a cold flash of light flashed through the void, and a figure appeared above. Zhao Ritian rushed forward a few steps, his head spinning rapidly around his neck several times, only to be severed again by Yue Zifeng.
"Whoosh"
The head was still spinning when suddenly Guo Ran, clad in battle armor, landed on Zhao Ritian's shoulder. Before the head could fall off, he was directly stored back into the Star Space.
"Handsome, so handsome, Ritian little darling, I'm growing more and more like you. Hurry up and grow a few more heads." Guo Ran got another head, and excitedly danced on Zhao Ritian's smooth neck. That smug look was as infuriating as it could be.
Yue Zifeng had relied on his own strength to behead Zhao Ritian, but after the sword fell, his face turned slightly pale. Using invisible sword energy to cut through such tough immortal metal, Yue Zifeng found it extremely difficult.
"Huff huff ..."
At that moment, countless wooden pillars on the earth, like monstrous pythons, once again crawled over Zhao Ritian's body. Zhao Ritian fell once more, his huge frame too clumsy, completely controlled by Chu Yao.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Zhao Ritian's figure rapidly shrank. He knew that with such a massive body, facing the Dragon Blood Legion would only bring him more invariability.
Sure enough, he returned to his original form. The wooden pillars suddenly missed their targets, and with a punch, the pillars in front of him shattered one after another.
"Wretch, I want you to be unable to live and die without ...."
"Bang"
Zhao Ritian was shouting harsh words when, suddenly, from the void, a huge door bolt smashed hard onto his head, slamming him into the ground. Aman had arrived, It was as if a pillar was being smashed onto an ant, shattering a large part of the earth.
The Dragonblood warriors retreated rapidly; if they were even a little slower, they would be buried under endless waves of earth.
"I'm
so mad
." Suddenly, from beneath the earth, Zhao Ritian's furious roar echoed. The earth split open, and Zhao Ritian summoned the Golden Giant once more, smashing the Thunder-Shaking Dragon Staff down at the Dragonblood Warriors.
Zhao Ritian wasn't afraid of Aman, but he was afraid of these bandits. They kept stealing his immortal gold, which meant stealing his origin power and would constantly weaken his combat effectiveness.
As the saying goes, it's not the thief who steals, but the thief who covets it. He fought fiercely with Aman, and the battle was evenly matched, but with the Dragonblood Legion watching him, he had to guard against them stealing immortal gold. Such a fight was too stifling.
"You shameless thieves, do you even understand what dignity is? Do you still have any sense of decency or shame? "Zhao Ritian roared angrily.
"You think you deserve to talk about dignity and shame? The four of you attacked Brother Yuntian—why didn't you ever think about dignity and shame?
Return the Imperial Miao? Where's your face? Licked by a bear blind man? What right do you have to shout? Guo Ran retorted, but knowing how terrifying Zhao Ritian was, he led everyone to retreat rapidly.
On the earth, Chu Yao and Liu Ruyan's wood power formed thorny bushes, sealing the sky. Liu Ruyan summoned her true form, and under the swirling willow branches, she was unstoppable. Zhao Ritian had all the strength but couldn't use it, cursing loudly in anger.
Zhao Ritian only cursed once before Aman knocked him down with a single blow. As soon as it fell, Guo Ran, hiding among the willow branches, seized the opportunity and leapt out to slash Zhao Ritian's neck with a blade.
But this time, Zhao Ritian was on guard. When he blocked with his Thunderous Coiling Dragon Staff, Guo Ran's hands went numb, blood sprayed wildly, and he was sent flying backward. Even his long blade was left with a gap the size of a dragon's eye, leaving Guo Ran heartbroken.
It should be understood that once a divine artifact is damaged, it will disrupt the overall rune structure and seriously affect the weapon's power.
"Sss!"
Zhao Ritian was defensive against Guo Ran but failed to guard against Yue Zifeng. Yue Zifeng slashed his sword, landing precisely on Zhao Ritian's neck, instantly severing his head.
"Whoosh"
Zhao Ritian's head had just fallen off when countless willow branches pulled him away, leaving his body.
"Haha, another one."
Guo Ran rushed into the willow branches, quickly restoring the head into the chaotic space, shouting excitedly—this was already the third one.
With three heads of Immortal Gold, plus what he had previously gained, he could basically forge a new set of armor for the entire Dragonblood Legion.
Guo Ran still had plenty of immortal gold ore in hand. Once refined, the immortal gold would be even more abundant, allowing him and Xia Chen to design even more terrifying battle armor.
Thinking about leading the dragonblood warriors clad in new armor to roam the Tianwu Continent, Guo Ran was so excited he almost wanted to sing, wishing he could hug Zhao Ritian and kiss him a few times. This was an enemy who could make you rich.
Zhao Ritian lost his head once more. Having been severed three times in a row, he was on the verge of losing his mind. Moreover, he realized that after being severed three times, he had lost a large amount of source power, and his aura was no longer at its peak.
Moreover, the immortal gold hidden in the ground beneath the battlefield had already been drained by him. Unless he switched to another battlefield, his external power would be exhausted, his source power would begin to be depleted, and his strength would grow weaker and weaker.
"You lowly paupers, a bunch of shameless bandits—how did Long Chen manage to raise you bunch of scoundrels?" Zhao Ritian cursed loudly; he stopped attacking the Dragonblood Warrior and instead turned back to charge at Aman.
He would rather fight Aman head-on with real weapons than be watched by a group of bandits. He was terrified of being stolen and wanted to escape the predicament. He had to take down Aman first; otherwise, Aman would ambush him from behind, and he would have no way to deal with the Dragonblood Legion, and sooner or later all the fairy gold would be stolen.
Zhao Ritian was also unlucky. He had spent his whole life fighting in foreign lands and never imagined anyone would steal his immortal gold. Now that he had returned to the Tianwu Continent and become a prized commodity in their eyes, he was so angry he was about to cry.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud explosion came from afar. Long Chen flew out from the endless darkness, abandoning Ye Ming and racing straight toward the altar.
"Only now realizing it?" Too late. In
the endless darkness, Ye Ming's cold laugh echoed. His figure slowly appeared, and his hands suddenly formed several hand seals in succession.
"Buzz"—
the altar instantly formed, composed of countless dragon corpses. At this moment, the dragon corpses moved, each roaring to the sky as billions of poisonous dragons were revived.