Jiang Chen's side has arrived with three Saint Realm experts: Elder Long, Li Jiang Patriarch, and Lan Tingxu Patriarch, alongside Supreme Long Huang, Supreme Hu Sha, Supreme Shi Kui, Li Tianchong, and Li Tianlin, five experts at the peak of the Venerable Realm.

On the opposing side, three Eight-Headed Saint Realm Soul Clones and ten experts at the peak of the Venerable Realm have arrived.

This strength comparison is completely unequal!

"Jiang Chen! You're quite impressive!"

An Eight-Headed Black Mist Serpent stared fixedly at Jiang Chen and spoke coldly, "As expected of a Dragon Descendant, not yet in the Unification Realm, you've already caused me such trouble! But..."

"Originally intended to wait until you reached the Unification Realm before devouring you, but did not expect you to condense your Divine Soul at the early stage of the Venerable Realm, fusing the True Dragon Martial Spirit!"

The Black Mist Serpent's eyes showed a hint of delight, "You really are unexpected! A delightful surprise! As long as I devour you, my wounds can heal, and that damned ancestor Jiang Wuqing can no longer imprison me!"

"This world will be mine! Ha ha..."

Jiang Chen's heart sank, glaring at the Black Mist Serpent, and spoke coldly, "Want to devour me? You can keep dreaming!"

"That is not up to you!" The Black Mist Serpent shouted, "Kill!"

Swish!

Before the words finished, three Black Mist Serpents rapidly charged at Jiang Chen.

Swoosh!

Jiang Chen's body was suddenly hit with great force and flew out, simultaneously Elder Long's urgent shout echoed, "Young Jiang, go! If you leave, we all won't die!"

Swish swish swish!

Elder Long, Li Jiang, and Lan Tingxu dashed towards the three Black Mist Serpents.

"Sacrifice, my subjects!" the central Black Mist Serpent roared fiercely.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The sound of two cries of agony rang out, and two ancestors of hidden sects suddenly emitted black mist from their bodies, instantly appearing in front of the central Black Mist Serpent.

Roar!

The Black Mist Serpent swallowed the two whole, and its figure swiftly disappeared.

"Not good!"

Dragon Saint exclaimed and swiftly moved to charge towards Jiang Chen, but a cold gust of wind came, and a Black Mist Serpent had arrived in front of him.

"Mr. Jiang, be careful!"

"Mr. Jiang, quickly leave!"

Li Jiang and Lan Tingxu were held back by another Black Mist Serpent, only able to shout loudly.

"Young Master!"

"Mr. Jiang!"

Yan Hu and others wanted to chase after Jiang Chen but were intercepted by Zhao Xianping and others; even Xi'er was besieged by eight experts at the peak of the Venerable Realm.

As the group fought the enemy, they quickly glanced at Jiang Chen being thrown into the sky by Elder Long.

"Jiang Chen, give me your Divine Soul and Dragon Soul! Ha ha..."

The Black Mist Serpent laughed heartily with satisfaction and dashed towards Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen roared furiously, "Don't even think about it! I would rather die than let you recover!"

Buzz!

An aura of determination emanated from Jiang Chen, seeing he couldn't escape the Black Mist Serpent's pursuit, Jiang Chen clenched his teeth, the expression of farewell appeared in his eyes.

He glanced at Yan Hu and others and shouted, "Everyone, escape, while the green hills are there don't fear no firewood!"

Buzz buzz buzz!

Waves of mysterious fluctuations came, and it looked as though Jiang Chen was engulfed in flames, a scorching aura spread out!

"Young Master, don't!"

"Young Master, don't do it!"

"Mr. Jiang, don't!"

Yan Hu and others panicked instantly, shouted in fright, exerting all their strength trying to break through the interception to support Jiang Chen, but whether in midair or higher up in the sky, everyone was entangled tightly!

"Trying to burn your Divine Soul?! It's not up to you!"

Bang!

The Black Mist Serpent's expression changed, shouting angrily.

As soon as the words fell, the Black Mist Serpent's body exploded sharply, transforming into a large amount of black mist, directly enveloping Jiang Chen, a finger-sized dark snake quickly darted into Jiang Chen's mind.

"Ah! Get out of me!"

"Bastard! Make way!"

"Get out!!"

The crowd went wild, all roaring furiously, no longer defending, crazily attacking their opponents.

They only wanted to rush to Jiang Chen's side, but the opponent's strength was higher than theirs, forcibly holding them there!

Owl!

A dragon's roar echoed in Jiang Chen's mind.

In Jiang Chen's mind, in a pitch-black space, a thumb-sized villain rode a white Divine Dragon confronting a dark snake in midair!

"Ha ha! Jiang Chen, you can't escape! If you hadn't fused those two darn Dragon Souls into your Martial Soul, I wouldn't dare to devour you, but now, although your Martial Soul is a True Dragon Martial Spirit, your strength is too weak to pose any threat to me at all, just accept your fate!"

The dark snake laughed pridefully.

Jiang Chen's divine soul looked coldly at the dark snake and spoke coldly, "Want to devour me? You can only devour a corpse!"

Speaking, Jiang Chen had already resolved to fight to the death.

Even if dead, the Eight-Headed Serpent cannot succeed!

But right when the dark snake rushed into Jiang Chen's mind, a giant wrapped in golden light transformed into a burly old man in a virtual space, landing on a mountain in front of the Blood Palace.

"Jiang Wuwei, what? Seeing that kid about to die, you just let me go?"

A mocking voice came from the Blood Palace, and with a flicker of shadow, a man in a blood-red robe appeared before the palace.

"Ning Bufan, aren't you resentful?"

Jiang Wuwei spoke calmly, staring intently at the man.

Ning Bufan's expression changed slightly, sneering, "Resentful? Being suppressed by you for a thousand years, when have I ever been content?"

"Would you content being a slave?" Jiang Wuwei replied casually.

Ning Bufan's face turned dark, glaring at Jiang Wuwei, speaking in a heavy tone, "What do you mean?"

"You know who the Eight-Headed Serpent is, right? If he controls that kid, our fate will be either devoured or becoming Eight-Headed's slave, are you willing?" Jiang Wuwei asked again.

Ning Bufan fell into silence!

As a figure from a thousand years ago, he indeed knew who the Eight-Headed Serpent was, and clearly knew that Jiang Wuwei was right.

If they fell into the hands of the Eight-Headed Serpent, they only faced those two outcomes.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, Ning Bufan angrily glared at Jiang Wuwei, "I was ruined by your Jiang Family brothers!"

"Did we ruin you?"

Jiang Wuwei smiled faintly, "The matters of the past, right or wrong, haven't you figured it out over these years?"

A trace of reminiscence appeared in Ning Bufan's eyes, deep down, regret flashed!

"Era of Martial Decline! Era of Martial Decline! Why did I, Ning Bufan, have to be born in the Era of Martial Decline!"

Ning Bufan looked up at the clear sky, shouting with anger, "Why did I have to be born in the Era of Martial Decline!"

"Born when, not something you can determine, but we can choose where we die!"

Jiang Wuwei spoke, turning to the clouds outside the mountain, a determined look appeared in his eyes.

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