The Palace Beneath the Ruins

Blood light surged to the heavens, staining the sky red. Xiao Chen had severed Jing Pu's head—a generation of War Kings fell, body rent from soul.

Yet the corpse did not topple. It seemed still touched by a towering battle will. The headless body clutched the Basde Ancient Spear, shaking out countless bloody beams that stabbed toward the Zombie King, the Nether King, and the great golden hand in the sky.

The colossal golden palm descended. The gale of its passage was so fierce that the earth beneath quaked, massive cracks splitting the surface from the sheer pressure.

"Boom!"

Several low hills in the distance collapsed entirely. A huge hand-shaped crater appeared upon the land.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Zombie King and the Nether King, caught between the golden hand and the blood-red spear, instantly dove to either side.

Even the golden hand was unwilling to clash head-on with the Basde Ancient Spear, which still dripped divine blood. It evaded the rain of bloody light and struck at the ancient spear from the flank.

"Clang!"

The deafening collision rang like thunder. The shockwaves of sound caused the remaining spatial traps and death shadows around to collapse, revealing a clear, open sky.

The golden hand shrank to the size of a millstone and struck the blood-dripping Basde Ancient Spear a thousand times, exploding with terrifying energies like a thousand-layered storm. Finally, it seized the War Clan ancient spear and tore it from the headless War King's grasp.

War King Jing Pu was dead but stiff, still retaining a remnant of divine power. He flailed his arms wildly, trying to reclaim the spear. The Zombie King and the Nether King, furious, charged forward at once to contest the blood-red battle spear.

"Boom!"

The golden hand gripped the Basde Ancient Spear and swept across. A brilliant burst of light shot into the sky. War King Jing Pu's headless body melted like ice and snow, vanishing utterly from heaven and earth.

A generation of kings had fallen!

Holding the Basde Ancient Spear, the golden hand swept through the world with an air of supreme dominance, shaking out a towering blood light that hurled the Zombie King and Nether King far away.

"Trying to steal the spoils? Not a chance!" the Zombie King roared in fury. He had paid a heavy price to eliminate War King Jing Pu through bitter combat, and now someone came to steal the fruits of victory—how could he not rage?

The Nether King also glared at the golden hand in the sky, beginning to gather power to contest for the Basde Ancient Spear.

Only Xiao Chen remained still. Killing the War King had already achieved his goal. Even if the golden hand had not torn through space to arrive, the two evil kings would have handed the spear to him—there was no need to fight for it.

The Zombie King and the Nether King began to raise their battle power to the limit. But then, golden light blazed, a radiance that pierced heaven and earth. A crushing pressure caused the ground to shatter. A tall, mighty figure replaced the golden hand, appearing high in the sky. It was the Three-Eyed Golden Lion King.

His golden hair whipped wildly in the wind. His body radiated a fierce, sacred golden light. Heaven and earth trembled. In his hand, he gripped the blood-dripping Basde Ancient Spear, his gaze sweeping the world like an invincible god of war.

The Zombie King and Nether King were greatly shocked—they had not expected to face such a powerful enemy.

It was no secret that the Golden Lion King was one of the four royal kings of the War Clan; many foreign kings already knew this. Just moments ago, three great kings had struggled bitterly to barely slay War King Jing Pu, and now another War King appeared—they could only ask heaven in despair.

"..."

The Nether King felt deeply wronged. After a desperate battle that cost him dearly, he ended up working for another's benefit. He wanted to roar at the heavens. The Zombie King also let out unwilling hisses, his pale teeth grinding together.

As a royal bloodline of the War Clan, the Golden Lion King possessed sacred blood. He seemed to merge with the War Clan's supreme treasure, the Basde Ancient Spear. The terrifying might emanating from him was like crashing waves against the shore, like rocks flying through the void—causing distant clouds to scatter instantly. His overbearing, unparalleled aura shook heaven and earth!

"If you want to stop me, then make your move." The Golden Lion King swept his gaze across the two evil kings, radiating the spirit of an invincible, unrivaled sovereign.

The Golden Lion King had not undergone a grueling battle; he was at his peak. With the Basde Ancient Spear in hand, who could contend with him? An incredibly terrifying battle power spread in all directions. At the same time, his divine awareness seemed to merge with heaven and earth. Wherever his mind touched, the sky shook and the earth moved.

Though unwilling, the two evil kings let reason overcome greed. Ultimately, they flew into the distance and chose to retreat.

"Don't forget your promise—we'll meet again when you take the Bone King's Banner." As the two evil kings departed, they sent a mental message to Xiao Chen.

The Golden Lion King stroked the Basde Ancient Spear, feeling that with this spear in hand, his power rose to a new level. Finally, he soared into the sky and vanished into the distance.

The soaring baleful energy dissipated. The azure sky was swept clean, restored to clarity.

Xiao Chen's heart was serene. He surveyed the battlefield, then did not linger, flying toward the distant sky.

Though he had prepared thoroughly for this battle, the Basde Ancient Spear had still wounded his skeleton body; he had nearly met with disaster. After several days of meditation in a hidden valley, Xiao Chen used his life fire seed to reconnect his broken bones. His skeletal frame shone with crystal radiance, emanating a brilliant divine light. Finally, he refined and absorbed all twenty-some bottles of life source liquid he had taken from the Skeleton King.

His yellow diamond skeleton body radiated sacred brilliance, filled with the breath of life. The blood lines that had been destroyed in battle reappeared on the crystalline bones.

The blood lines covered his entire yellow diamond skeleton body, clearly visible—even the capillaries could be seen. The breath of life grew even stronger. Going on like this, flesh and blood regeneration was no longer an empty dream!

Three days later, Xiao Chen rose to his feet and walked out of the lush valley.

News of the Scorpion King, Demon Ape King, and War King falling in succession spread, shocking all foreign kings. Most believed that the Basde Ancient Spear in War King Jing Pu's hand had brought disaster, causing the three kings to fall.

Who had such boldness as to slaughter three powerful clan kings? Beyond doubt, the War God King became the prime suspect. That clan was the natural mortal enemy of the War Clan. Only the War God King, who had reached the Perfected Man realm, possessed the terrifying battle power to kill the three kings alone. When the other kings thought of him, the words that came to mind were: invincible in all directions!

Over the past three days, battles had erupted continuously in the ancient ruins. Relations between the clans were extremely tense. The kings often struck out, never ceasing.

It must be said that this mysterious space, like a celestial realm, held countless secrets. Treasures were unearthed from time to time, and the root of bloodshed lay here.

But so far, aside from the War Swords taken by Keke and the Basde Ancient Spear obtained by War King Jing Pu, although other treasures were valuable, they had not reached a grade comparable to Half-Ancestor supreme treasures.

Xiao Chen donned his iron armor again, covered it with plain cloth, and hid his true form. Having eliminated War King Jing Pu and removed a great calamity for Keke, he began to search the ancient ruins extensively, hoping to meet the little white beast again.

Ahead, a stretch of verdant, azure mountains coiled like mighty dragons, endlessly undulating and lush. Suddenly, a purple light shot up from there, followed by shouts.

Clearly, another spirit treasure had been unearthed, sparking a battle for it.

Xiao Chen flew swiftly forward, entering that mountain range. Ancient trees towered there, with apes crying and tigers roaring—a pristine wilderness.

Deep in the mountains, figures flitted about; quite a few foreign kings had come.

There was a ruin here—broken walls and collapsed halls, marked by the traces of time, built in an unknown era. The purple light that soared to the sky erupted from here. A large number of experts had gathered around, mostly foreign kings. However, Xiao Chen also saw a few familiar faces: the peerless Hai Yuntian and the lecherous Jin Sanyi stood side by side at the outer edge, watching. The elegant and refined Third Princess of Great Shang, Yin Ying, and the peerless beauty Yan Qingcheng stood in the front, with the Demon Ape King Gold and the Winged Dragon King transformed into a little girl, Lena, at their sides.

Xiao Chen did not approach; he only watched from the outer edge.

"It's about to break out of the seal…" someone shouted. The kings rushed forward.

From the cracked ruins, a purple jade ruyi shot up from the ground, about to flee into the distance.

Even if it was not a supreme treasure like the Basde Ancient Spear, it was still an extraordinary spirit treasure. The Fallen Angel King struck first, sending out a dark light like a ribbon to capture the purple jade ruyi.

The Sacred Angel tribe and the Fallen Angel tribe were mortal enemies. The Sacred Angel maiden did not want to be outdone. Her white wings fluttered gently as she soared into the sky, sending out a holy radiance to envelop the flying spirit treasure.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two peerless young women, utterly different in temperament but both of stunning beauty, danced in the sky with their wings, repeatedly striking out at lightning speed. Though the killing intent was chilling, their movements were graceful and elegant, like two proud swans dancing.

"Roar!"

A great roar shook heaven and earth. The ancient trees in the mountains shed all their leaves, which fluttered down like green butterflies whirling in the wind. The Golden Giant King, over ten meters tall like a small golden mountain, took huge strides and grabbed for the purple jade ruyi suspended in the sky, with the force of tearing heaven and earth apart.

A cold laugh rang out, and a black shadow shot into the sky—the king of the Shadow Clan, whose true form was ever-changing.

With a flash of purple light, Yan Qingcheng also joined the contest, protected by the Winged Dragon King Lena at her side.

"Gold, go help Sister Yan." The dignified and graceful Yin Ying commanded. Gold transformed into a brilliant beam of light and shot upward, reaching for the purple jade ruyi.

The kings all struck out, contending for the rare treasure.

A cold, piercing laugh came as a gale rushed from the mountains, carrying a terrifying pressure that made even the foreign kings present tremble. A king with a hideous face and blood-red hair strode out from the forest, bringing an extremely oppressive aura. He was indistinguishable from the legendary Asura—without a doubt, this was the Asura King, a terrifying celestial king equal to the War God King.

"It's not a Half-Ancestor supreme treasure; no need for such frenzy. Better to give it to me." His blood-red hair was disheveled, but his eyes were as sharp as divine swords. He stepped into the sky with one stride, burst through the sealing techniques of several kings, and grabbed the purple jade ruyi in his hand.

Since it was not a Half-Ancestor supreme treasure, the kings were not willing to fight desperately against such a terrifying existence, so he smoothly obtained the spirit treasure. However, the Asura King's strength was enough to inspire fear—his battle power was beyond the reach of ordinary foreign kings.

With a flash, Yan Qingcheng was the first to retreat, followed by the little winged dragon Lena and Gold.

The Asura King slowly descended. With a thunderous crash, the powerful energy waves inflicted devastating destruction on the forest below. Swaths of ancient trees exploded into splinters, wood chips and wild leaves flying everywhere.

He toyed with the crystal-clear purple jade ruyi, saying, "It is indeed a rare spirit treasure, but compared to the Basde Ancient Spear, it falls far short." Then he swept his gaze over the foreign kings present. "Which among you joined hands to slay War King Jing Pu? I am very interested in that spear."

His voice grew colder as he passed over each king's face. "That blood-red war spear—I am determined to obtain it!"

The chill made even the experts present feel cold running down their spines. Such was the terrifying pressure of a Perfected Man realm powerhouse.

"Need it even be said? War King Jing Pu must have been killed by the War God King. Who else could slay a generation of War Kings?" The Shadow Clan king spoke with a cold smile, his true form an irregular patch of shadow floating among the ruins.

"To annihilate three great kings—Demon Ape King, Scorpion King, and War King—who but the invincible War God King could do it?" The Wind Spirit King also made this speculation. That clan was born of wind and grew strong by wind—they were spirits of the wind. However, they were not as beautiful as the legendary elves; their appearance was no different from ordinary humans.

"Asura King, avenge our king!" At that moment, several Scorpion Clan strongmen emerged from the forest, followed by Demon Ape Clan and War Clan experts, their faces full of grief and indignation.

"Is it truly the War God King?" The blood-haired Asura King's gaze was like a blade, as if it could tear apart one's soul. Even the foreign kings were unwilling to meet his eyes.

"It must be him," said the Shadow King and the Wind Spirit King simultaneously.

The War Clan, Demon Ape Clan, and Scorpion Clan cultivators cursed and denounced the War God King for his despicable and shameless ambush that killed their kings.

"Boom! Boom!..."

Heavy footsteps came, shaking the entire mountain forest. The ruins of broken walls and collapsed halls completely shattered, as if a giant that could hold up the sky was slowly approaching.

All the foreign kings changed color.

And several Scorpion Clan experts who had been cursing the War God King suddenly exploded into bloody mist. This terrifying sight shocked everyone.

"The War God King is here…" A War Clan cultivator showed furious expression. Their clan was the natural mortal enemy of the War God Clan. Add to that their suspicion that the War God King had slain War King Jing Pu, they could not stay calm, and cursed loudly.

"Boom!"

Three War Clan cultivators shattered like delicate porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, cracks appearing all over their bodies before they crumbled, leaving only blood to stain the forest floor.

"War God King, you go too far!" Several Demon Ape Clan experts also cursed loudly.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

The heavy footsteps were like the beating of divine drums, perfectly measured, unhurried, step by step approaching. Like a million-jun giant mountain crushing down on the Demon Ape Clan cultivators, those who had been cursing were torn apart by the approaching footsteps!

Before the mighty War God King had even truly arrived, his footsteps alone had annihilated nearly ten strongmen, body and soul. What kind of majesty was this?

Gusts of wind surged, trees snapped. The tall and mighty War God King walked out from deep within the mountains. His purple hair was disheveled, hanging over his chest and back, covering most of his face. Only his eyes shone like cold stars, radiant with divine light.

"The Demon Ape King, the Scorpion King, and the War King were not killed by me." The War God King arrived, swept his gaze around, and spoke these words.

"If not you, then who?"

The War Clan, Demon Ape Clan, and Scorpion Clan cultivators all glared at him in fury.

"I have no obligation to investigate for you." Saying this, the War God King coldly stared down the crowd. Two brilliant purple beams shot from his eyes, soul-shaking. Instantly, the foremost strongmen of the three clans were annihilated—as if a heavenly blade had cut through, six heads rolled to the ground.

What is overbearing? This is overbearing!

"We'll fight you!" The War Clan, Demon Ape Clan, and Scorpion Clan strongmen roared in fury and charged forward.

"I don't mind killing people!" The War God King's brows shot up. He drew the divine sword from his back and strode forward.

Blood light spurted. It was like slicing vegetables. The War God King advanced as though through an empty field. With each sword stroke, a head rolled, blood gushed, and headless corpses toppled in succession. He did not pause for half a step, walking right through—with each stride, a head flew up, trailing a stream of blood. He was like an invincible god of slaughter!

The War God King was utterly decisive. He walked straight ahead, slaughtering in all directions. In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty experts from the three clans lay in pools of blood. As for their attacks on him, the divine sword swept all sides, and no assault could shake him.

"He's silencing them!"

"The Basde Ancient Spear must be on him."

The Shadow King and Wind Spirit King sent out extremely faint mental fluctuations near the Asura King. Most foreign kings present did not sense it; only a few nearby captured the weak ripple.

The War God King, as if possessing the divine art of telepathy, snorted as the two foreign kings finished speaking: "I despise those who sow discord!"

With that, his divine sword swept across, and nine heads flew off, blood staining the forest. He looked at the three clans' experts and said, "Killing you fools only dirties my hand. Get lost—let your three clans' old undead deal with you. Imbeciles!"

The War God King strode toward the Wind Spirit Clan and Shadow Clan, a terrifying energy fluctuation shaking the wilderness. The mountains quaked, trees thrashed wildly, leaves flew chaotically—the scene was horrifying.

The three clans' experts were all terrified, no one daring to block his way. The Wind Spirit King and Shadow King felt their scalps tingle. They had only suspected that the War God King had obtained the supreme treasure Basde Ancient Spear, wanting to incite the Asura King and War God King to fight so they could profit if a supreme treasure appeared. They never expected the War God King to be so powerful—almost demonic! He could even catch the faint divine sense fluctuations made only toward the Asura King.

"War God King, are you trying to silence us?" The Shadow King and Wind Spirit King were both blustering.

"Not to silence—just to kill petty fools like you." The War God King revealed a chilling killing intent. "You think yourselves clever, but anyone with half a brain can see you are nothing but clowns!"

All the foreign kings present could see that the War God King was making an example of them. But no one stepped in to stop him. To offend the immensely powerful War God King for the sake of two weak clan kings would be utterly foolish. Even the Asura King remained unmoved, not even blinking.

At that moment, the War God King struck. His divine sword cleaved down, splitting a terrifying chasm in the earth like a great canyon stretching into the distance.

The Shadow King and Wind Spirit King forced themselves to fly up, combining their strength to withstand that sword.

The pressure was vast as a mountain. The War God King's sword was as heavy as a great peak, nearly shattering the two Dragon-Gate Leap Sixth Heaven foreign kings on the spot.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

The War God King swung his divine sword repeatedly. The Wind Spirit King and Shadow King lost all mobility, pinned in midair, forced to endure the terrifying divine sword.

When the twelfth sword fell, the Shadow King screamed and shattered into many pieces. His form dissolved, and under the thirteenth sword, his body and soul were utterly annihilated.

With his ally gone, the Wind Spirit King was cleaved in two under the fourteenth sword, blood raining down as his mutilated corpse fell to the ground.

In front of all the kings, the War God King had butchered the Shadow King and Wind Spirit King, sending chills through many hearts. His terrifying battle power was indeed without equal.

"I can swear I did not obtain the War Clan supreme treasure, the Basde Ancient Spear." With those words, the War God King turned and retraced his steps. As he passed by Xiao Chen, he gave him a deep look.

The Fallen Angel King caught this detail. Her black wings fluttered softly as she stepped over on long, bare legs, approaching Xiao Chen with graceful steps. She circled him once and said, "I can confirm for certain that the War God King did not seize the Basde Ancient Spear."

"What makes you say it wasn't the War God King?" a surviving War Clan strongman asked.

"Because this man is the one who killed the War King!" With that, she stepped back and pointed at the tightly wrapped Xiao Chen.

The eyes of all the kings focused on Xiao Chen. The War Clan, Demon Ape Clan, and Scorpion Clan strongmen were even more furious.

"Why do you slander me?" Xiao Chen asked calmly, looking at her.

The foreign kings nearby looked at Xiao Chen with suspicion.

"Do you all realize he has such strength? He once fought the Yaksa Celestial King overseas, breaking several of the Yaksa King's ribs and crushing half his heart. With battle power to rival the Yaksa King, how could he not kill War King Jing Pu?"

The Fallen Angel King dropped this bombshell. The Golden Giant King did not speak—he too knew the inside story. This had been a scandal the Yaksa clan suppressed; only a few outsiders knew of it, and most foreign kings were completely unaware.

The other kings' expressions changed as they looked at Xiao Chen. Even Yin Ying and Yan Qingcheng showed looks of shock.

"With just this, you judge him as the one who killed War King Jing Pu?" some foreign kings seemed to want more solid evidence.

"Do you all not know yet?" the Fallen Angel King said with a light laugh, her curvaceous body gently trembling, her enchanting form exuding seduction. "He… is a human powerhouse."

"Human? Heh heh heh…" Cold laughter rang out. "Are there still strong humans?" Unconcealed contempt.

Yan Qingcheng, Yin Ying, Jin Sanyi, and Hai Yuntian were all furious, but facing so many foreign kings, they could not easily speak out.

"Do not underestimate the most populous race in the Nine Provinces. There are still some formidable individuals. Haven't you all seen Xue Wu and Zhao Chongyang?" The Fallen Angel King revealed a strange, cold smile.

Beside her, the deeply unfathomable Asura King nodded. "Humans did have some experts in the past. Unfortunately, after a great catastrophe, they have completely declined. I am very interested in the various divine techniques and battle skills of that powerful figure who played an extraordinary role in the False God Calamity. If that person had survived, he would probably be a Celestial King of the Perfected Man realm by now. It's a pity I cannot witness his methods."

"Is the Asura Celestial King referring to that man named Xiao Chen?" the Fallen Angel King asked.

"Indeed. Him."

Hearing that name once more, Yan Qingcheng suddenly recalled many memories. The name "Xiao Chen" had not been spoken for years. Past events had faded like wind, gradually forgotten, buried beneath the dust of time. But at this moment, hearing others speak of him again, everything of the past seemed like yesterday, floating back into her heart.

Now, however, she could only reminisce. Everything had scattered with the wind. Xiao Chen had fallen years ago.

Jin Sanyi and Hai Yuntian were also stunned. They had deep entanglements with Xiao Chen—debts and grudges nearly worn away by time. And the Third Princess of Great Shang, Yin Ying, recalled the past as well—that youth who had once dominated the young experts of Yin Capital and slain countless masters had left a deep impression on her. But the past was like smoke, gone forever.

"Heh heh… that was a madman." The Fallen Angel King's light laugh broke their reverie, and her next words were even more inflammatory. "That madman of the past has passed, but this man before you is even more arrogant than that one. Do you know what he said? He once boasted—he would exterminate the Hundred Clans!"

At these words, all the foreign kings widened their eyes. Even the War God King, who had already walked far, stopped in his tracks.

Xiao Chen stared coldly at the Fallen Angel King. "When did I ever say such a thing? If you want to stir up trouble, please provide solid evidence."

Xiao Chen's killing intent was undisguised. The Fallen Angel King was smearing him with such venom, inciting hostility from all the kings—truly malicious.

"I heard him say in the Misty Rain Pavilion that he wanted to kill the Yaksa. Ha, since he wounded the Yaksa Celestial King, he naturally belittles the rest of us. I believe the Fallen Angel King's words. Hmph, if he wants to kill the Hundred Clans, let him come at me first and see what happens!" a foreign king sneered.

"Do not underestimate this man. War King Jing Pu was definitely killed by him." The Fallen Angel King continued. "Someone witnessed him slaying the Ant King, and before that, the Ant King had joined War King Jing Pu in hunting him."

The crowd burst into commotion. Xiao Chen instantly felt as if he were being cut by knives—everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Without a doubt, they all wanted to fight for the Basde Ancient Spear.

"Hahaha…" The blood-haired Asura King laughed wildly, his face fierce and arrogant. "Whether you killed War King Jing Pu or not, you won't live past today!" He advanced slowly, and the entire mountain range shook with his steps.

The Asura King suddenly shook his head, and his blood-red hair grew long, transforming into red spears that stabbed at Xiao Chen.

At this point, words were useless; only strength could speak. Xiao Chen produced the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and swept it across.

"Bang!"

Xiao Chen was sent flying by the wildly dancing blood-red hair, but the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree also swept the Asura King off his feet.

The Asura King's eyes lit up with terrifying light as he stared at the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. The other foreign kings also stirred restlessly, eager to charge forward and seize it.

Everyone could see that this was definitely a supreme treasure—even if not equal to the Basde Ancient Spear, it was not far off, likely a Half-Ancestor divine artifact of the same grade.

In the distance, Yan Qingcheng, Yin Ying, Jin Sanyi, and Hai Yuntian were all shocked. They naturally knew the origin of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. Back then, the Daoist Zhunti had been knocked into the Demon Well by Xiao Chen. How could his treasure reappear in the world? Who was this man?

"What a delightful surprise, haha…" The Asura King laughed as if the treasure were already in his hand.

The Asura King stepped forward and slapped out, shaking mountains and rivers, striking at Xiao Chen with unparalleled force. Even the aftermath caused distant peaks to collapse—a testament to his terrifying battle power.

Xiao Chen swept the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree again. Its brilliant divine light flashed, deflecting the stunning blow in the nick of time.

Far from being angered, the Asura King showed a delighted expression. "A supreme treasure indeed. The defense is so perfect. It deserves to be mine."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Figures flashed repeatedly. The surrounding foreign kings rushed forward, surrounding Xiao Chen, all wanting to fight for the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

No one noticed that the blood of the three clans' experts killed by the War God King was slowly being absorbed by the ruins. Even though some corpses were far away, the blood still flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, trickling toward the ruins.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a great sound shook heaven and earth. A soaring blood light and baleful energy blasted all the kings in the sky away.

Rocks flew through the air, the earth split open, and the ruins on the ground turned to dust. A vast, majestic underground palace revealed one corner from within the shattered ground.

A mysterious great palace lay hidden beneath the earth!

Baleful energy shot to the sky, as if a million corpses were buried below. The aura of death overwhelmed heaven and earth!

It was a horrifying underground palace.

Everyone felt the palace shaking, as if an unparalleled supreme treasure was about to emerge.

In front of the underground palace was a ruyi-shaped recess. The Asura King, struck by a flash of insight, quickly swooped down and inserted the purple jade ruyi he had just obtained into the slot. It fit perfectly, filling it completely.

At that moment, a soaring purple light blazed like fire. The underground palace shook violently, emitting a loud grating sound, and then opened with a rumble.

The underground palace was like an illusory world, vast and boundless. Inside, one could vaguely see some scenes. The sight was horrifying—a vast expanse of white, countless skeletons lay buried there, the surging baleful energy emanating from them.

At the far end of the underground palace, a titanic force surged and rolled, flooding out through the palace gate. Without a doubt, it was a supreme treasure of unimaginable power.

The Asura King was the first to charge in, followed closely by the foreign kings, all wanting to contend for the treasure within.

However, some foreign kings turned toward Xiao Chen, knowing that with the Asura King present, they could not seize the most powerful artifact in the palace. Better to kill Xiao Chen and take his Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

Within the palace, demonic clouds roiled. Countless skeletons lay strewn on the ground. In a blur, Xiao Chen saw a bone banner thrust into the deepest part of the palace.

He was greatly shocked. Could that be the Skeleton Clan's Bone King's Banner? Earlier, he had used this supreme treasure to deceive the Zombie King and Nether King, never expecting that this treasure truly existed in these ancient ruins.

But now, Xiao Chen had no time to think. Several foreign kings pounced on him.

With a sweep of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, he sent two flying. Then the "Weng" heavenly sound vibrated powerfully, blasting another foreign king back with blood spraying from his mouth, staring at him in shock.

Xiao Chen did not linger. He transformed into a long rainbow and fled into the distance.

The "Weng" sound had caught several foreign kings off guard. They exchanged glances and gave chase.

"The 'Weng' sound… how has it reappeared in the world?" The peerless beauty Yan Qingcheng showed a look of disbelief, staring at the distant retreating figure.

Xiao Chen's speed was extreme. Though his Eight Aspect Extreme was not what it once was, it was enough to shake off several foreign kings. When he reached a secluded spot, he quickly stripped off his iron armor and cloth robe, then rushed toward the stronghold of the Zombie King and Nether King.

"Two elder brothers, something terrible has happened…"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Zombie King and Nether King flew out of the valley, appearing in the sky like ghosts.

"What happened?"

"The Bone King's Banner is about to be unearthed."

"That's good news!" The Zombie King laughed.

"It was good news, but now it's not. We missed one person—the Fallen Angel King. She was also a co-conspirator of War King Jing Pu. That woman is extremely sharp. She found the seal site of the king's banner from mere clues. When she went to seek the treasure, she triggered the seals prematurely, so now everyone knows. Many experts are rushing there." Xiao Chen, regardless of the truth, first set up two enemies for the Fallen Angel King to repay her slander.

"Let's go! Kill over and see!"

The Zombie King and Nether King became anxious at once. They had Xiao Chen lead the way as they charged toward the seal site of the king's banner.

When Xiao Chen and the others arrived, the place was filled with soaring baleful energy, demonic clouds covering the wilderness!

From the underground palace surged a mighty wave of energy, even more formidable than when the Basde Ancient Spear had emerged.

"It truly is the king's banner emerging!"

"I heard that when this supreme treasure was refined, countless bones of Ancestral Gods were fused into it. Its power is unimaginable."

The Zombie King and Nether King, feeling the terrifying aura rising from the underground palace, were deeply moved.

By now, not a single figure remained above ground. All the experts had charged into the underground palace.

The two evil kings, without needing Xiao Chen's guidance, could not wait to rush in.

Deep within the underground palace, a fierce battle was raging. The moment Xiao Chen and the others entered, they encountered the Fallen Angel King, who was watching from the outer area.

"Destroy her first!" the Nether King shouted, charging ahead. The Zombie King was also burning with rage, believing that if not for the Fallen Angel King, the many kings would not have come to fight for the treasure.

The two evil kings attacked the Fallen Angel King together, sending her into a panic. She hurriedly fled deeper into the palace, with the Zombie King and Nether King in hot pursuit.

Xiao Chen followed unhurriedly, carefully observing the layout of the underground palace. Suddenly, he spotted a clever, mischievous little creature sneaking in from the entrance.

It was the little white beast, Keke. The little fellow was sneaking around stealthily, flying inward.

Without a doubt, this little one was here to fish in troubled waters.

"Keke…" Xiao Chen called softly. With no outsiders around, he could finally meet the little thing.

The little white beast became extremely alert, backing away a great distance. Its long eyelashes blinked continuously, its bright eyes looking suspiciously at Xiao Chen.

"Ya ya…"