Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wu Xing laughed loudly: "Zhengheng, are you speaking from the perspective of the decision-makers of the other twelve cities? How dare you, a small peak demon king, to act as the ancestral gods? How dare you do this? Blatantly calling them stupid, what are your intentions, do you really want to destroy our Shadow City!"

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

Zhengheng turned around, pointed at Wu Xing and said: "Don't make any insinuations here. I, Zhengheng, dare not challenge the majesty of the ancestor gods. Do you think that if you just say a few words casually, you will fall into the ears of the ancestor gods?"

"Are you scolding me?"

Wu Zong stood up abruptly, his aura bursting out, and a strong coercion pressed towards Zheng Heng.

Both are in the peak demon king realm, but one is a descendant of the saint clan and the other is a descendant of the royal clan.

The gap in bloodline created a huge gap in strength. The majestic pressure made Zheng Heng breathless.

Compared with the human race, the suppression of this bloodline is clearer between demons and demons.

If it were another human race, even if it was not as good as Wu Trace, it would not look so fragile.

"Without a trace, fighting is prohibited in Shadow City. Are you planning to attack me?!" Zheng Heng shouted loudly.

"I don't know how to do it, but a fight over coercion doesn't count as a fight, right?"

When Wu Xing sneered, the coercion became even stronger, like a substantial hand, or like a monstrous wave, constantly beating towards Zheng Heng.

Zhengheng's face turned pale, but he did not dare to break the rules and take action.

He knew that Wu trace could not do anything to him with just coercion, but it could... humiliate him severely!

The door was always open, and the guard outside the door knew what was going on inside even without looking.

To Zheng Heng, this was simply a huge insult.

"Wuxing, if you weren't of the Saint bloodline, do you think you could defeat me!!!" Zhengheng growled.

"That's really embarrassing. Your bloodline is destined. You are not a saint. I can only say that you are unlucky." Wu Xing sneered.

"snort!"

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from outside.

The moment the sound fell, Wuji's body shook violently, and the overwhelming pressure dissipated in an instant.

Zhengheng recovered, gasping for air, and when he looked up outside, he saw a man who looked very young, but obviously quite old, standing there at some point.

Wu Xing also turned his head. When he saw this man, his heartbeat immediately accelerated and he couldn't help but lower his head.

"Wuzhen, I have met Lord Ancestor God!"

That man was none other than Zheng Heng’s father, one of the nine elders of Shadow City, Zheng Xiuxun!

"Do you still have me as the ancestral god in your eyes?" Zheng Xiuxun asked.

His voice was very calm, but what he said made Wu Xing's eyelids twitch.

"Master Ancestor God is joking. You and my father are both elders of Shadow City. Even if you look down on all monsters, I don't dare to look down on you." Wu trace said.

He 'dragged' his father Wu Yin out at the right time.

Wu Yin is the great elder of Shadow City. In terms of status, he is higher than Zheng Xiuxun, only below the city lord and deputy city lord.

However, Zheng Xiuxun did not buy Wu Yin's face.

He stared at Wu trace and said slowly: "In the past six months, you have come to Zhengheng again and again, relying on him to be inferior to you in strength, either ridiculing or insulting. Zhengheng's temperament is not so gentle, but he obeys The rules in the city prevent us from taking direct action against you, but you are so good at it, so you are going to take things a step further?"

"I, am I giving you face?!"

After the last words were spoken, the indescribable terrifying pressure, like a mountain, rushed toward Wu Xing.

This is the coercion of the seven-blooded ancient demon, which is completely incomparable to what Wu Zhen had before.

If Zheng Xiuxun is willing, with this pressure alone, he can crush Wuji to death in an instant!

Of course, Zheng Xiuxun would not do this.

Not to mention that Wujing has a father who is a great elder. Just because he is a descendant of the Holy Clan, Zheng Xiuxun will not kill him.

But a small punishment is still necessary.

"boom!!!"

The coercion came over, and Wujie's expression instantly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood went directly to his throat.

He wanted to spit it out and pretended to be injured, but when the blood reached his mouth, he couldn't spit it out. It was extremely uncomfortable.

"The geniuses of the same city should unite with each other and be united in dealing with the outside world. It's better if you don't leave a trace. I'm afraid Zheng Heng will be better off."

Zhengxiu asked: "Have you ever thought that if Xue Feng was really Xue Feng, Zhengheng would be as humiliating to you as you were? Before Xue Feng's identity was exposed, all the monsters thought he was from the Blood Dragon Clan. Son, at that time, did Zhengheng ever use this to bully you?"

"Do you think coercion does not mean taking action? Then you should have a taste of my coercion!"

"Plop!"

At a certain moment, Wuji couldn't bear it any longer, bent his legs, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

At this moment, Great Elder Wu Yin's voice also entered the room.

"Xiuxun, is this too much?"

As the words fell, Wu trace felt a soft force fall on himself, and the huge pressure caused by coercion disappeared at this moment.

He stood up, his head lowered, his eyes showing a thick and sinister look.

"I'm just teaching your son a lesson for you!" Zheng Xiuxun snorted coldly.

"My child, I will teach you a lesson, it's not your turn yet."

After saying this, Wu Yin appeared next to Wu Xing.

"Father!" Wu Xing immediately showed an aggrieved look.

But Wu Yin didn't pity him because of this. Instead, he glared at him fiercely, making Wu Xing shrink back.

In fact, it is indeed possible to humiliate some ordinary demons at will as Wu trace.

But this time it’s Zheng Heng, Zheng Xiuxun’s son!

If Wu Yin doesn't beat him up, it would be fine, but why would he pity him?

As a matter of fact, Zhengxiu asked for help in educating him.

"roll."

Zheng Xiuxun looked at Wuhen again and said calmly: "If nothing serious happens in the future, if you dare to step into Zhengheng's room again, I will break your legs!"

"It's not good to threaten like this. After all, everyone has legs, not just Wu Xu." Wu Yin opened his mouth and glanced at Zheng Heng's legs. The threat was very strong.

"Wuxing, I, Zhengheng, will surpass you sooner or later. Don't think that just because you have the blood of the Saints, you can really overpower me!" Zhengheng clenched his fists.

"Then I'll wait and see." Wu Xing sneered.

He and Wu Yin turned around and were about to leave when they saw a figure running quickly outside.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

"Why are you so panicked?!" Zheng Xiuxun frowned.

Only then did the demon see clearly that there were two elders here.

"Subordinate, pay homage to Lord Ancestor God!" He prostrated deeply.

"Speak quickly!" Zheng Xiuxun said impatiently.

"They, they are coming..."

"Who's coming?"

"That group of humans is coming!"