Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

The underworld exploded, and the mystical realm stained the sky.

In the pitch-black night, the cold sun was stained with blood energy. Within the cold sun, which was formed from pure, glass-like killing intent, specks of blood seeped in.

Blood ink flows, blood sun shines bright.

On the chest of Gonggong, who was blown away, a shallow wound appeared, from which dark blue fluid mixed with blood flowed out.

"With a single strike, the true essence of Mount Tai is brought forth, and the death energy stirs up the yin and nether energies, causing Fengdu and Youdu to collide once again."

"With one strike, those whose martial arts essence can't keep up with Jun Su's will really suffer a loss."

As a master of true meaning, Zhulong immediately saw that Li Junsu's strike was no longer simply about summoning Fengdu or the underworld.

Despite being blown away, Gonggong's eyes remained remarkably calm. He gazed at the figure below, his once brown eyes now a chillingly dark black.

This is the ultimate manifestation of a watery, cold, and gloomy beauty.

The water spirits rushed into Gonggong's body.

The martial arts of Gonggong and Zhurong followed a different path.

They believed in reaching the ultimate state of the innate spirit.

In battle, they can continuously reach their own peak by absorbing innate spirits.

This allows them to become stronger with each battle, and the longer the battle lasts, the more powerful they become.

Both Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were martial arts fanatics.

In the human race, this manifests as the flow of An Wang's inner and outer Dao domains, combined with the enhancement of the formation.

This can also achieve the effect of becoming stronger and more courageous in battle.

Therefore, it is often said that the great path leads to the same destination, even though the routes are different.

The paths we take may seem different, but the result of becoming stronger is the same.

At this moment, Gonggong fully activated his Disaster Flood Dao Body, and the domain suddenly became solid.

This time, a storm swept through the realm, and amidst the turmoil, the Daoist aura representing the flood appeared on Gonggong's body.

"Calamity".

Gonggong spoke in a deep voice.

He represents one of the calamities: the flood.

"The World-Destroying Spear".

Gonggong stretched out his hand, and a long spear materialized in his palm.

The power of heaven and earth, combined with the Daoist principles of calamity, manifested a scene of floods sweeping across the land, causing the deaths of countless people and the outbreak of plagues.

The spearhead, on the other hand, reveals the ugly and wretched side of the remaining creatures after such a horrific tragedy.

They exchanged their own children to eat, they ate each other's own kind, and they killed each other.

All benevolence and morality are as insignificant as ants under a great disaster.

This is Gonggong, the coldest and most merciless flood.

On Gonggong's chest, water ripples gathered and twisted.

An endless chill began to spread from his body.

Finally, the water ripples twisted into a cold yet domineering coiled snake totem.

"The floodwaters swept across the sky."

Gonggong grasped the spear, raised it above his head, and spun it around once.

The floodwaters flowed smoothly like silk, circling around before finally converging on the tip of the spear.

Gonggong gripped the spear shaft with both hands and plummeted downwards.

A vast expanse of water spirit burst forth from the realm, and the flood transformed into the sky.

As Gonggong fell, the sky, formed by the flood, crashed down, creating a scene of annihilation.

Faced with this move, Prince An stood still, his eyelids slightly raised.

A black and gold totem also appeared in Prince An's eyes.

The evil dragon coiled around, unleashing the full power of Prince An.

"Evil dragon."

As Prince An turned his blade, the phantom of the evil dragon gradually appeared on the cold blade.

The murderous intent of Heaven and the murderous thoughts of Earth merged into the evil dragon.

The evil dragon is itself a destiny ordained by heaven, born to contain the true meaning of heaven and earth.

The loud dragon roar resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

The roar of the evil dragon was not as clear and majestic as that of a true dragon, nor as profound and far-reaching as that of the candle dragon, nor as vast and magnificent as that of the Yinglong, nor as melodious and pleasant as that of the Azure Dragon.

The dragon's roar was like the clash of metal, its calm and majestic sound carrying an air of nobility.

The phantom of the evil dragon hovered above Zhao Han, and the Xuan Yuan sword at Prince An's waist also responded to this strike.

The Xuan Yuan unleashed its power, and the Death Domain, empowered by it, became even more profound and icy.

The evil dragon's might was greatly amplified.

The spear fell in an instant, and Prince An slashed upwards with his sword, as if to cleave the water curtain and sky.

"Rolling up the sky".

Prince An spoke calmly.

The spear tip collided with the blade once again.

This time, the spear tip did not shatter.

Thus, the two sources and realms of the strong collided without any hindrance.

The water curtain landed, swirling wildly across the sky. The realm was like an overturned bowl, with the floodwaters crashing against the edge, flying upwards, and then crashing down heavily.

It's a scene straight out of the end of the world.

If Gonggong were to unleash this attack on a city, it would be far more dangerous than the Rakshasa Sea.

Beneath this curtain of water, black and gold mist rose.

Then, black and gold mist shot into the sky.

This primordial force was no less powerful than a flood, and it crashed directly into the sky.

The mist crashed straight into the boundary, causing ripples to spread across it.

Because Gonggong controlled the water spirit, and the water spirit was all-encompassing, the realm did not shatter.

Even so, fine cracks still began to spread out.

Amidst the black and gold mist, a golden dragon totem rose into the sky.

The totem gradually solidified, and the evil dragon roared to the sky.

Then, the evil dragon made a gesture as if it were swallowing the sea, and began to frantically absorb the water spirit.

A magnificent scene of a dragon swallowing the sea was thus presented before everyone's eyes.

At the heart of the battlefield, King An and Gonggong clashed weapons, their eyes fixed on each other.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Gonggong's mouth, a sign that his inner thoughts were beginning to come alive.

His skin gradually turned dark blue.

The black and gold death aura corroded his body, and the interplay of dark blue and black and gold revealed an ominous meaning.

In addition, Gonggong's disheveled hair, with even traces of broken hair, combined with his bare upper body, made him appear even more unrestrained and wild, carrying the savagery of ancient times.

Prince An looked at him calmly.

Dark blue water droplets danced at the corners of his eyes. Prince An's hair was simply tied up, the strands fluttering in the wind, yet remaining neat.

His black and red dragon robe fluttered in the wind, exuding an extraordinary aura, and his attire was impeccably neat.

Their weapons clashed.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate.

With a crack, a fine crack appeared on the tip of Gonggong's spear.

No matter how much Gonggong used the power of water and the power of heaven and earth to condense weapons, these weapons were ultimately not true heavenly weapons.

True heavenly soldiers, even if they are just the simplest iron, are rare treasures that are hard to come by even once in a thousand years.

The iron used to forge top-tier celestial soldiers is priceless.

Only a sword immortal like Xie Jiuyi, who loves his mother to the bone, would be willing to be a spendthrift son.

To call someone a sword "Wan Qingjian" is to disgrace the sword.

Gonggong also noticed Zhaohan's extraordinary abilities and felt a bit of a toothache.

The world-destroying spear he condensed was a unique weapon capable of rivaling even the heavenly soldiers.

What kind of amazing things did this kid use to forge his heavenly soldiers?

However, Gonggong did not dwell on it for long.

His weapons were indeed not as powerful as those of the heavenly soldiers.

But... he had no worries about the future.

Gonggong exerted his strength and pushed his spear forward.

The spear exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing a massive flood that not only repelled Prince An but also blasted apart the illusory dragon that was swallowing the sea in mid-air.

The black and golden mist dissipated, and Gonggong's figure disappeared into the flood.

"The plague, the world-ending gun."

However, Gonggong did not launch a sneak attack; he disdained to use such petty tricks during the battle.

His cool and aloof demeanor is true, but that doesn't mean that's his personality.

Floods are inherently merciless and cold.

That chilling cold was also a bone-chilling effect brought by the plague.

A resounding, booming sound echoed through the floodwaters.

Then, the Prince An, who had been shaken back, saw a jet-black spear materializing in the dark blue floodwaters.

This time, the spear brought forth the true meaning of the plague.

Within the realm, the plague began to attach itself.

A dark green aura of disease emerged, lending an ominous meaning to the violent and chilling flood.

The plague decree of the Nightmare Demon Palace was child's play compared to Gonggong's.

"The epidemic brings life and death."

Gonggong pierced the sea with his spear and once again blasted towards King An.

The flood roared in, and the plague itself also represented death, although not as domineering and pure as the death aura.

However, because both represent death, the plague seems to thrive at this moment.

Gonggong, with his serpentine body, swam through the floodwaters, and with a nimble turn, spun around and thrust his spear.

This shot carried the coldness and ruthlessness that followed a great disaster.

In the past, Prince An would have surely invoked the heavens to overturn the heavens in response to this attack.

But at this moment, Prince An simply used Zhao Han to shield himself.

The blade reflected the impending thrust of the spear.

On the other side of the blade, Prince An's indifferent black eyes were reflected.

The blade of Zhao Han has changed.

This time, the golden imperial majesty appeared.

Earth vein energy appeared on the battlefield for the first time.

However, this time the earth's energy is different from the vitality that represents a prosperous era in the past.

This time, the earth's vein energy that appeared carried with it the prosperity and vicissitudes of time.

The blade has two sides; facing Gonggong's spear, one can see the benevolence of the Human Emperor, the domineering nature of the War Lord, the justice of Emperor Jun, the composure of Zhulong, the magnanimity of Houtu, and the compassion of Nuwa.

These supreme beings were all top-tier powerhouses of their time.

They were the unparalleled geniuses of their respective eras.

But on the other hand, it marks the end of each era.

From the primitive era to the prehistoric era, and then to the ancient era.

The Shang dynasty overthrew the Xia dynasty, and the Zhou dynasty replaced the Shang dynasty; the times flowed on and on in the long river of time.

This time, the autumn feeling for Prince An is no longer the falling of autumn leaves.

The four seasons have two sides; autumn is both the peak and the decline, both embodying the essence of autumn.

Just as heaven and earth are one and inseparable.

The autumn scenery, combined with the imagery of that decisive blow that marked the rise and fall of dynasties, is evocative.

It is the rise and fall on the long river of time.

No one can escape it.

Seeing this, Zhulong licked his lips.

Jun Su... truly absorbed and mastered the divine inheritance.

"Spring and Autumn Period".

Prince An looked at Zhao Han's blade and spoke calmly.

In the end, he reserved that final blow for the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought.

As Prince An finished speaking, the autumn air stirred the spring air, and joy and sorrow arose.

Prince An took a step forward, then spun around and slashed.

"Prosperity and decline".

Zhao Han's blade burst forth with dazzling golden light.

This strike was made from the river of time.

The blade merged into the void and vanished without a trace.

In the next instant, the world seemed to coalesce with the intent of a sword.

The murderous intent of Heaven and the murderous intent of Earth arose simultaneously within Prince An.

This strike directly clashed with Gonggong's true intent of the world-destroying flood.

The cold blade merged into the void, and a golden river carrying the rise and fall of dynasties flew out.

Before Gonggong's spear could pierce King An, the long river roared in.

Gonggong was hit squarely and was sent flying backward.

Its force was so great that it even caused Gonggong's spear to slip from his hand and pierce the ground.

With a deafening roar, Gonggong crashed directly into the edge of the domain.

Then, the familiar cracking sound rang out.

This time, the realm was riddled with cracks; if it weren't for the water spirit's tolerance, the realm would have shattered long ago.

"puff!"

Gonggong, who crashed into the boundary, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Dark blue blood splattered on the ground.

"Was that... the River of Time?"

Nuwa looked at Zhulong beside her in shock.

"Correct."

Zhulong's eyes flickered, and he nodded.

She also knows this trick; she can even summon her future self to help her.

However, there is no one in the world who could be so dangerous as to make her summon her future self for help.

Even the Lord of War is not an option.

Zhulong originally intended to teach this move to Li Junsu after the battle in the Western Regions.

It wasn't that she was hiding something, but rather that her abilities weren't profound enough to perceive the river of time.

For Jun Su now, it is still difficult for him to perceive the passage of time.

But unexpectedly, Jun Su, through the autumn scenery, transformed the seasons and the rise and fall of life, temporarily resonating with the long river of time.

However, Gonggong was ultimately a primordial spirit, and his injuries were quickly and gradually healed.

Although there was the obstruction of death energy, his recovery speed was not significantly affected because his strength was comparable to that of Prince An.

However... it's not without its impact.

In the past, the recovery was instantaneous, but this time it took a full three breaths.

If the fighting continues, Prince An will definitely find an opportunity to kill him directly.

This excited Gonggong.

This is a true battle to the death.

It's much more satisfying than exchanging killing blows with that useless Zhu Rong and seeing who runs out of their life force first.

His strength was roughly equal to that of Zhu Rong.

When he swept across the world, he consumed a great deal of his own resources, which is why he was inferior to Zhu Rong.

If it were a normal fight, the only outcome would be mutual destruction.

But that kind of fighting was a joke compared to the life-or-death battle with Prince An at this moment.

In the past, he had always been invincible thanks to his innate spiritual body.

Now, suddenly faced with this threat, he realized that battle could be even more captivating.

King An, who was being stared at intently by Gonggong, strolled over to the black spear.

"Show me what you've got."

Prince An gripped the spear shaft, and the spear's struggles were easily suppressed by Prince An's royal might.

King An drew his spear, looked at Gonggong, and took a step forward while twisting his waist.

The spear was thrown out, transforming into a streak of light.

Gonggong reached out and forcibly regained control of the spear.

"I should be the one saying that to you."

Gonggong looked at King An with excitement in his eyes.

King An looked at Gonggong and shook his head.

Gonggong was curious about King An's reaction.

"He wants to negotiate peace?"

"Or will you try to subdue me?"

Gonggong sneered inwardly.

He would never submit to anyone.

He admitted that the kid was strong, but that was all.

Even the Emperor himself didn't submit back then, so why should this kid?

As Gonggong pondered, deathly energy surged into the sky.

The next instant, the firelight illuminated the sky, and the rosy clouds dispersed the dark clouds.

The aura belonging to the Zhurong clan spread out.

"You're not qualified."

"Both of them, come at me together."

King An's indifferent voice made Gonggong laugh in anger.

Meanwhile, Zhu Rong stared intently at Prince An.

what's the situation?

Didn't this kid go toe-to-toe with Erfu before?

"How long have I been sealed away by Nuwa?"

Such a thought flashed through Zhu Rong's mind.

Answer him and Gonggong.

It was the royal might of Prince An.