Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1244: Successfully Breaking the Formation

Boom!

Heaven and earth roared.

The third Formation shattered.

At the peak of Tianluan Mountain, the lords of the eight great powers in the outer world of Chaos grew even more panicked.

"At this rate, in no more than four hours, the Qin Dynasty will be able to break all the innate grand Formations!"

The Reach Heaven Sect Master spoke in a trembling voice, completely losing his composure.

The faces of the lords of the other seven powers also became incomparably ugly.

Originally.

They had naively thought that by relying on the Formations of Tianluan Mountain, they could continue to tangle with the Qin Dynasty’s fate dynasty, preferably delaying it for a hundred years, but now it seemed the Qin Dynasty simply would not give them the chance.

What plunged them into even deeper despair was that once Tianluan Mountain was broken, not only would they have no more natural fortress to defend, the iron cavalry of the Qin Dynasty’s fate dynasty could descend upon their doorsteps at any time.

When that time came, how were they supposed to resist?

"Ah!"

At this moment, a shrill, miserable scream came from halfway up the mountain.

Tianzhu’s expression changed slightly; he looked up, his brows tightly knitted. How had the once-boisterous foot of the mountain become so deathly quiet?

There wasn’t the slightest trace of life!

"Who?"

The Lord of the Forbidden Abyss roared.

The Yellow Spring Mansion Master, the Eternal Sword Sect Master, the Heaven Saint Clan Leader and the others drew their weapons, killing intent flashing in their eyes as they prepared in grim earnest.

They instinctively thought that experts of the Qin Dynasty’s fate dynasty had entered!

Ripples spread across the distant Void.

Luo Hou’s figure emerged, hands clasped behind his back, calmly looking at the mountain peak, a hint of a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You... you are..."

"Luo Hou!"

Seeing Luo Hou, Tianzhu’s pupils shrank as he shouted in shock.

Luo Hou!

In the era of gods and demons, the only top-tier Great Power who had crossed blows with the Dao Ancestor!

This feat alone was enough to make Luo Hou renowned throughout the world, his name transmitted through the ages, recorded in the annals of history!

"It is indeed this Ancestor!"

Luo Hou sized up Tianzhu, a shard of bone-chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes: "On you, this Ancestor senses his aura. Have you inherited his Dao lineage?"

Though his tone was that of a question, it was actually absolutely certain.

Tianzhu’s expression shifted rapidly.

Then.

He turned into a streak of flowing light and shot toward the distant spatial passage.

Resist?

The thought had never even crossed his mind.

Although he and Luo Hou were both at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, just thinking of Luo Hou’s fearsome renown scared him so much he couldn’t even give rise to a thought of resistance.

Fight Luo Hou?

What a joke!

Run!

Only by fleeing was there still a sliver of life!

"Heaven-Demon Slash!"

Luo Hou’s expression remained calm. With a wave of his right hand, the God-Slaying Spear appeared out of thin air, its entire body pitch-black, erupting with endless killing intent and Evil Qi, cutting down all living beings, annihilating the universe, obliterating heaven and earth.

Boom!

The God-Slaying Spear fell.

Boundless demonic intent pierced the sky, transforming into a spear aura that reached through heaven and earth, filling the world, pushing the power of a Quasi-Saint to its very limits as it slashed toward Tianzhu.

This spear was black as ink, carrying a terrifying will.

It was the will of the progenitor of ten thousand demons!

"No!"

"You can’t kill me, I am the Dao Ancestor’s disciple’s disciple..."

Locked on by the spear aura, Tianzhu’s whole body froze. He roared madly.

Death!

He smelled the stench of death!

"Even if the Dao Ancestor comes, he won’t be able to save you!"

A ferocious grin appeared on Luo Hou’s face; the already incomparably terrifying aura on his body rose again, birthing a shred of Dao Saint power.

Boom!

Tianzhu’s body shuddered; he was directly pierced through by the God-Slaying Spear, all vitality wiped out.

"Not good!"

After killing Tianzhu, the enraged Luo Hou calmed down; his expression changed drastically as he immediately retracted that strand of Dao Saint power.

Even so.

The power he had unleashed caused the Human Emperor’s seal to be damaged once again, now able to last only ninety years.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

Three curses rang out.

Luo Hou realized that because of himself, the duration of the Human Emperor’s seal had been shortened, and he couldn’t help cursing.

Originally, a hundred years was already short enough!

Now it was ninety years!

Could he successfully break through to the Unity Realm Stage?

The second curse came from Zhao Yun’s mouth. He shot into the high sky, gazing into the distance; seeing Luo Hou shrouded in Demonic Qi, the killing intent in his eyes spiked.

It was him!

He was all too familiar with Luo Hou!

That was a hatred engraved into his very bones!

In that battle, almost all of Qin’s generals fell, the Empress’s father died a miserable death, and countless Qin citizens were affected.

The last curse came from the Dao-Smiting Army guarding the "Edge of Heaven."

They looked at Luo Hou, utterly helpless.

"What is that demon doing?"

"Does he want the Dao Ancestor to be born ahead of time and slap him to death with one palm?"

A member of the Dao-Smiting Army complained.

"It’s getting more and more dangerous!"

Another member of the Dao-Smiting Army said.

Ninety years!

Only the last ninety years remained!

"Next, it’s your turn!"

Soon, Luo Hou simply pushed the matter of damaging the Human Emperor’s seal to the back of his mind. It had already happened and couldn’t be repaired anyway.

He raised his head and looked at the still-shaken Lord of the Forbidden Abyss and the others, a brilliant smile on his face—that was the expression of a hunter discovering his prey.

"Attack together!"

The Eternal Sword Sect Master spoke, drawing the sword at his waist. The Dao of the Hongmeng Sword shot to the heavens, blossoming with a terrifyingly sharp light that swept across heaven and earth.

"Reincarnation, Yellow Spring Art!"

"Reach Heaven Palm!"

"Sword of the Emperor!"

...

The Yellow Spring Mansion Master, the Reach Heaven Sect Master, the Monarch of Myriad Immortal Nation and the others shouted in unison. Saint power surged as they unleashed one terrifying attack after another, destroying the myriad heavens.

"Ants!"

"Domain of Ten Thousand Demons!"

Looking at the sky full of attacks, Luo Hou shook his head. Demonic Qi surged around him, forming a demonic domain in which countless powerful demons appeared, galloping between heaven and earth.

Demon demon demon!

Demon! Demon! Demon!

What is demon?

To roam free, with no heaven and no earth—this is demon!

Boom!

The ten thousand Daos sank.

The attacks of the Yellow Spring Mansion Master and the others were directly suppressed, ground into ash.

"Suppress!"

Luo Hou took a step forward.

Boundless Demonic Qi surged, like an entire world pressing down.

The Lord of the Forbidden Abyss, the Eternal Sword Sect Master and the others were all firmly suppressed, sweat pouring from their foreheads as they desperately channeled their power, yet they still could not resist.

"Die!"

Luo Hou brandished the God-Slaying Spear and charged into the crowd.

With each thrust, a Quasi-Sage Great Power fell, eyes wide open, dying with grievances unavenged.

As for Martial Artists below the Quasi-Saint realm, they didn’t even need Luo Hou to lift a finger; they were suppressed by the demonic domain, bodies exploding one after another, blood mist spraying, staining the Changkong red.

Time passed.

In no time, an hour and a half had gone by.

Outside Tianluan Mountain, Zuo Ci had already broken eleven grand Formations; only the last innate grand Formation remained before he could completely destroy the battle Formation of Tianluan Mountain.

"Shatter!"

Zuo Ci shouted, his face slightly pale, sweat streaming down his forehead. Continuously breaking innate grand Formations was also a massive drain on him.

The horsetail whisk flicked.

A pale purple heavenly thunder descended.

Rumble!

Crack!

With a thunderous boom, the last Formation outside Tianluan Mountain shattered, revealing the mountain’s true appearance.

"Attack!"

Zhao Yun raised his war spear, turning into a streak of flowing light as he charged into Tianluan Mountain.

Behind him, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Ran Min and the other generals also launched their assault, the edge of their blades soaring to the heavens, tearing apart endless Chaos time and space.

"Time to go!"

Inside Tianluan Mountain, Luo Hou, who was massacring the experts of the eight great powers, heard the charge from outside the mountain. A hint of regret flashed across his face as his body gradually grew faint and vanished without a trace.