Chapter 97: It's Actually the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor!

  Zhuo Chang was frantic, and Tong Tianjianmen Wang Feng and other sect leaders were equally frantic. Their expressions were as if they would kill Long Jing Tian a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times!

  But no matter how much they hate, no matter how much they want to kill, it's impossible to stop all of this!

  It is also impossible to reverse the outcome of the demise of the six Saint-level powerhouses.

  The remaining six Saint-level powerhouses are still falling one after another.

  Looking at this scene in front of him, even the strong men from various factions who were watching from a distance felt chills all over their bodies, and their eyes were terrified beyond measure. This was simply a massacre!

  Bloody massacre!

  Sixth-tier Saint-level expert is simply a pig-like Ro beast waiting to be slaughtered.

  This is simply hell on earth!

  Sacred-level powerhouses, in these families that have been passed down for thousands of years, are like the ancestors themselves, the highest existence. But now, they are falling one by one before them.

  These families and sects were shocked, terrified, and looked at Long Tian's eyes, which changed again.

  Long Jing Tian stood in the midst of Bing Jue Nan Li's Taoming Array, with a gentle breeze and clouds chatting, his face pale and indifferent, as if he couldn't see at all, when he killed the six factions' strong saints, his expression had no fluctuations.

  Looking at Long Jing Tian's calm and indifferent expression, the strong men of these families and sects felt even colder.

  Long Jing Tian was simply a terrifying devil in their eyes.

  A chilling hell devil.

  And standing far away, Lei Haoxuan's hands and feet were even colder, his lips were slightly pale, just like an ordinary person who had been frozen to the point of having pale lips in a polar region.

  Previously, Long Qingtian was just an ant in Lei Haoran's eyes, a being that he could crush with one finger. He had never taken Long Qingtian to heart.

  But now he has discovered that this existence, which was once an ant in his eyes, has suddenly become a giant mountain, a giant mountain that is suffocating him!

  But in Long Jing Tian's eyes, he was just an ant-like existence!

  Recalling Long Jing Tian's gaze before, wasn't it like this?!

  Others have never considered him, the strongest genius in the history of the Martial God Temple, to be a threat!

  Long Jing Tian stood there, feeling the terrified gazes of the various sect's strong practitioners on himself, his face calm. A Saint-level strong practitioner? In his eyes, a Saint-level strong practitioner was no different from those ordinary civilians on the Sky Blue Continent, let alone these Saints, even someone like Zhuo Chang was the same.

  In the Central Divine Realm, great wars often occur.

  The scene of a thousand heavenly immortals, even golden immortals falling before him, was something Long Jing Tian had seen many times.

  Imagine millions of heavenly immortals, golden immortals falling from the sky like raindrops. What a scene would that be? Compared to this, the saint-level powerhouse in front of me is nothing.

  It doesn't count for anything at all.

  Zitian Long Huang coordinated with Longqing Tian, constantly urging the Ice Soul Nan Li Taoming Array.

  Watching the six factions' Saint-level powerhouses fall from the sky, Zitian Longhuang burst out laughing and said: "Master, this Ice Abyssal Array's power is indeed astonishing! I, Zitian Longhuang, have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but I've never seen such a massive array. Even during the ancient wars between gods and demons, the Ten Directions' Annihilation Array wasn't as formidable as this!"

  The laughter of Zi Tian Long Huang filled the entire sky above Dragon Flame Valley, echoing outwards, and the strong practitioners from all sides heard it clearly.

  "What?! The Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor?! He... he is the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor?! Living for tens of thousands of years?!"

  "Who is Zi Tian Long Huang?!"

  "Zi Tian Long Huang, don't you know?! The first Dragon Emperor of the dragon tribe, also the strongest Dragon Emperor in the history of the dragon tribe. Tens of thousands of years ago, during the ancient war against the evil gods, his power shook the entire Sky Blue Continent and even the Barbaric Continent!"

  "What's going on?! The Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor actually acknowledged this Long Tian as his master?!"

  "I heard that this Zi Tian Long Huang was a powerful ancient god back in the day!"

  "The Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor actually didn't die!"

  "I remember, the ancient divine book records that this Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor was severely injured by two powerful devils from hell in the ancient devil war, and then fell into a deep sleep after being hit by the two devils' spell, which is called Mahā Hell Dharani!"

  "Mahādi Hell Dharani?! Has the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor's seal been broken now?!"

  "It should be, otherwise, the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor would not have been able to wake up!"

  "The Mahakala Hell Curse is a powerful spell cast by the two strongest demons in hell, who can break this curse? The dragon clan has been unable to do so for tens of thousands of years!"

  The crowd of strong people heard that the dragon clan's strong man in front of them was actually the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor, and they were like a pot exploding, thunderously shouting and discussing, with faces full of incredulity.

  Although it has been tens of thousands of years, the first dragon emperor of the dragon clan, Zitian Dragon Emperor, has not been forgotten by these powerful beings on the Sky Blue Continent.

  Many divine books and classics have records of the ancient war between demons and gods.

  And also mentions the deeds of Zi Tian Long Huang.

  Zhuo Chang and the other five strong men were also stunned, especially Zhuo Chang, whose eyes widened: "Zi, Zi Tian Long Huang!" Then he remembered what Zi Tian Long Huang had said earlier.

  Zitian Longwang had said before that even if it were Hong Peng, the first leader of the Wugong Temple, he wouldn't dare say that he had exterminated his dragon clan!

  "Could it be, could he really be the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor?" Zhuo Chang's thoughts were momentarily in disarray.

  Zhuo Chang was like this, his wife Bi Yao, and Jiang Bie were also like this.

  As for Lei Haoxuan, his legs went soft.

  At the time of the Magic Domain trial, it turned out that the powerful dragon clan he was facing was actually the first Dragon Emperor of the dragon clan, the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor!

  The prestige of Zi Tian Long Huang is no weaker than that of Hong Peng, the first leader of the Wu Shen Temple.

  Just as Zhuo Chang and many other powerful warriors were shocked by the identity of the Purple Heaven Dragon Emperor, another miserable cry came from the sky. Everyone turned their heads in shock to see that Tie Yang, the ancestor of the Iron Family, had fallen from the sky.

  After Ji Hai, Tie Yang, the old ancestor of the Tie family, also followed in his footsteps.

  Long Jing Tian refined the iron corpse according to the law of cannon making and stored it in the Zhentian Tower.

  The slaughter is still going on.

  After Tiang Yang fell, in the blink of an eye, several more Saint-level experts plummeted from the sky.

  "Forty-five!" Long Jing Tian muttered to himself.

  Forty-five, six factions trapped ninety holy-level powerhouses, half have already fallen.

  In the sky above Longyang Valley, all forty-five remaining Saint-level powerhouses of the six factions had faces as pale as death, and the entire Longyang Valley was filled with despair, terror, and death.

  Watching one by one of the holy-level powerhouses fall beside them, they had already lost their confidence in resisting.

  "Halt! Let me have a halt!" At this time, Zhuo Chang suddenly shouted loudly.

  Long Jing turned his head around and looked at him indifferently.

  "Long Jing Tian, you have released the saints of the Wu Shen Temple. The Wu Shen Temple can choose not to pursue your crime of betraying the Wu Shen Temple!" Zhuo Chang continued.

  "Shouldn't you be punished for betraying the Wu Shen Temple?" Long Jing Tian sneered, and under the gaze of Zhuo Chang and others, he waved his hands, and the Nan Li fire and Tai Ming cold air shot up into the sky.

  Suddenly, several miserable cries rang out.

  Six factions have five more Saint-level powerhouses fallen. Zhuo Chang looked over and saw that among the five, four were from the Martial God Temple!