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

Buzhou Mountain, battlefield

At this moment, the crimson glow forcefully broke into the domain that originally belonged to the Gonggong clan.

The atmosphere on the battlefield also became subtle.

"Jun Su wants to take on two opponents at once?"

"Can he do it?"

Nuwa looked somewhat worried and quickly looked at Zhulong beside her to ask.

She doesn't often take action; she's the type who has the ability but lacks experience.

Only someone with Nuwa's personality would so bluntly say that she hates the Lord of War and that he must be defeated.

If it weren't for the necessity of standing up and leading the way in ancient times, the Xuanyuan clan wouldn't have been in such the limelight.

The Lord of War knew what kind of personality Nuwa had, so he never cared.

Since they can't beat themselves anyway, they can say whatever they want.

If you can't beat yourself, then you can't take away his successor.

"Don't worry, with Jun Su's current strength... even if he can't win, he can't lose either."

Zhulong looked at the battlefield with no worry in his eyes, only a deep and unwavering trust.

"Hey, don't you think... Jun Su's progress in strength is too fast?"

Xuanyuan looked at the battlefield, his eyes filled with worry.

He certainly didn't think that Prince An would pose a threat to him.

His concern was that the city's rapid progress might undermine its stability.

"Don't worry, Junsu's foundation is much more stable than your Xuanyuan clan's rule."

The warlord crossed his arms, leisurely observing the battlefield, and lazily spoke.

"What did you say?!"

Xuanyuan Shi snapped out of his daze, his face turning bright red, and asked angrily.

He chose a good successor, and the emperors who followed him were all quite good as well.

However, he was indeed unable to achieve a dynastic succession similar to that of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties.

Although later generations said that Emperor Yu was his offspring, it was just like how the White Emperor became his offspring and Yinglong was his Taiyi Consort.

All of this is nonsense. Emperor Yu was the leader of the Xia tribe.

Although later generations recognized him as their ancestor, Xuanyuan still felt some regret.

However, he didn't care too much, after all, the well-being of all people was of paramount importance.

But if I don't care, that's my own business.

Now that the sworn enemy, the Lord of War, had been brought up, Xuanyuan immediately jumped up in anger.

"Anxious?"

"Just tell the truth."

The warlord looked at the battlefield, his tone tinged with a smile.

"Hmph, that's still much better than some defeated opponent."

Xuanyuan also looked back at the battlefield, his tone becoming sarcastic.

At the same time, he felt relieved.

If there's any problem with Jun Su's foundation, Bing Zhu will be even more anxious than him.

"The Gu clan reveres me as their ancestor, and in the Lingnan region, my reputation surpasses yours."

The warlord spoke lazily.

"Your people have been won over by me."

"The demons are my defeated foe."

"I have subdued the Feilian tribe."

Feilian said you're a gigolo.

Then, the two of them started arguing back and forth.

For the two of them, even verbal sparring was a contest.

If it's a competition, you can't lose.

On the battlefield atop Mount Buzhou, two arch-enemies stood side by side.

However, unusually, they didn't fight, and they didn't even taunt each other.

Gonggong held his spear and looked at King An.

Beside Gonggong, Zhurong, after appearing in the world, looked at King An with a somewhat bewildered expression.

How long has he been trapped?

The junior who used to fight Erfu to the death seems to be... fighting Gonggong to a standstill?

Is he dreaming?

"Stop being stunned."

"Join forces."

Gonggong's voice brought Zhurong back to his senses.

"Join forces?"

"Are you crazy?"

Zhu Rong came to his senses, looked at the tiny Gong Gong, and was amused by him.

He admitted that Prince An seemed outrageous.

But he did not harm Gonggong.

He believed that Gonggong alone could defeat King An.

Should we join forces now?

It's enough to bully the weak; now you want to win with numbers?

He, Zhu Rong, the god of fire, couldn't bear the shame.

"Not bad, kid."

"However... before reaching the Ancestral Realm, they are all ants."

"Let me teach you what martial arts are."

Zhu Rong looked at Prince An, smiled and praised him, then changed the subject.

As the conversation shifted, Zhu Rong's enormous figure appeared, surrounded by swirling clouds.

As a general under the emperor, Zhu Rong was much more particular than Gong Gong, the tribal leader.

Although her upper body was also bare-chested, her long hair was tied up and held in place by a jade hairpin, giving her an air of nobility.

Combined with his dragon form, he was far more righteous than Gonggong.

The dragon's body was partially visible amidst the fiery clouds, adding to its majestic aura.

"Go away."

Zhu Rong glanced at Gong Gong and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, Gonggong's eyes darted around.

With a single swing of his spear, the domain vanished.

The fiery domain of the Zhu Rong clan spread out.

The sun shone brightly in the sky, suppressing the deathly aura with its intense light.

Within the domain of the Zhu Rong clan, only grand and imposing killing moves can harm him.

Gonggong chuckled inwardly as he looked at Zhurong.

I'll make him beg to join forces with me later.

He sensed that Prince An had not yet fully unleashed his fighting power.

"Hmph, they're getting worse with age."

Zhu Rong watched Gonggong retreat and snorted disdainfully.

To outsiders, it might seem that Zhu Rong was brainless.

Gonggong's strength was comparable to his, and even he was so wary of King An, yet he still stubbornly persisted.

But... what makes the supreme beings supreme is their character.

This arrogant and domineering spirit can lead them to the top, but it can also cause them to suffer losses occasionally.

Zhu Rong's arrogance ultimately stemmed from the confidence derived from his own strength.

Just like the god of thunder.

However, you might occasionally suffer a loss.

For example, encountering a monster like Prince An.

"The bright clouds illuminate the sword."

Zhu Rong stretched out his hand, and the fiery clouds and red glow intertwined, with the blazing sun and the setting sun rising together.

Amidst such radiance, a magnificent longsword gradually materialized.

Zhu Rong gripped the sword hilt, and a dazzling, blinding light of the sun burst forth.

Zhu Rong slowly drew his longsword, and wherever the sword passed, space shattered into glass fragments, and time fragments scattered in all directions.

This power was absorbed by the domain, making it even more substantial and powerful.

"Boy, don't accuse me of bullying the weak."

"I'll give you three moves."

Zhu Rong looks much more magnanimous than Gong Gong.

This also brought a smile to the lips of the other supreme beings.

This is the first time I've seen someone so eager to get beaten up.

They were curious about what tricks Jun Su would use to wake up Zhu Rong.

"Snatching the sun."

Li Junsu looked at Zhu Rongshi, a smile appearing in his eyes.

He turned to look at the cold blade.

The Zhu Rong clan's domain was practically a killer move tailor-made for stealing the sun's light.

Now the opponent is giving me three moves.

Wouldn't it be a waste not to use it?

The cold blade reflected the realm, and also the sky where the sun and the setting sun rose together.

The next instant, the figures of the blazing sun and the setting sun appeared inside Zhao Han's blade.

As the two suns appeared, they suddenly disappeared from the sky.

This time, Prince An's plunder of the sun truly and completely seized both yang.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Rong's eyes narrowed.

Something seems... off?

"Fleeting light".

The next instant, Prince An's figure vanished.

On the spot, the true meaning of the sun was blessed by the spirit of the sun, and accompanied by the true meaning of summer's prosperity, merging with the grandeur of the imperial dynasty.

This single slash of light reflects both the prosperity of the era and the majesty of the sun.

The figure of Prince An appeared in the sky.

The slash marks remain in the space, and scenes of a glorious dynasty emerge.

When the earth's energy converges, its destructive power increases dramatically.

Zhu Rong disregarded everything else and quickly raised his sword to block.

Bang!

Zhao Han's blade landed on the longsword, and the longsword snapped in two.

"You're so lucky."

Gonggong whistled and laughed with delight.

Pretend, keep pretending.