The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Fighting in the void was too dangerous. Zerwan did not want to start a war with Ao Fan. After all, there was no blood feud.

Ao Fan smiled slightly and said, "If we had done this earlier, we wouldn't be like this."

As he spoke, the divine sword in Ao Fan's hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared completely.

After taking a deep look at Ao Fan, Zerwan said: "You are a variable. The nine heavenly saints are used to the stability of heaven. Hongjun can't do anything to you, but it doesn't mean that others can't do anything."

"Zeus and Odin are eager to see your rise. They have been Kunpeng's old friends for many years."

Hearing these two familiar names, Ao Fan raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Don't overestimate your capabilities."

Seeing Ao Fan being so confident, even Zerwan couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. It was true that Ao Fan was a saint of heaven, but where did he get his confidence?

The Saint of Heaven is immortal. Unless Heaven gives up on the Saint, no one can kill him.

No matter how strong Ao Fan was, he could not crush the Heavenly Saint. How could he have the confidence to say that these three people were overestimating their abilities?

Feeling slightly startled, Zerwan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ao Fan and asked, "You seem to have known about the existence of these heavenly saints for a long time?"

Ao Fan ignored the other party, only saw the golden light flashing in his eyes, and then glanced into the void.

In just a moment, he discovered that there were several more heavenly spiritual powers in the void that were not there before.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and Ao Fan said: "It seems that some people care about me very much. Since I am here, please come out and meet me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Aofan waved his hand, and powerful dragon power spurted out.

In the void, several dragon powers condensed, and then formed several lightsabers to stab into the void.

The space instantly began to distort, and even lightning began to emerge in the void.

The powerful force instantly tore apart several spaces not far away, and the next second, golden light emerged from the torn space.

The lightsabers were all blocked and slowly dispersed after a moment, but the space had been completely torn apart.

Seeing this scene, Zervan raised his eyebrows and looked towards the torn spaces.

I saw a middle-aged man in a robe walking out slowly, his expression calm, but his eyes were staring at Ao Fan with an inexplicable light.

As for the other side, there was a man wearing a battle armor with short brown hair and a strong build. His hands were empty, but a flash of lightning flashed from time to time on the battle armor.

The main god Zeus and the main god Odin all appeared in the space, but no one appeared in the other space.

"Kunpeng, you're already here, why don't you come out and meet me?"

As soon as the words fell, the void fell into silence, and everyone's eyes were cast on the torn space.

After a while, I saw Kunpeng walking out of the space.

Staring at Ao Fan, Kun Peng said in a cold voice: "I haven't seen the Dragon Emperor for a long time. It seems that your cultivation level has improved a lot?"

"After all, I don't focus on making trouble like you do."

Ao Fan sneered, his eyes instantly turned cold, he looked at Kunpeng and said in a cold voice: "You stretched your hand too far. The four major continents are not your territory. The Western Sect is still alive in Xiniu Hezhou. That’s because I left some room for my good intentions. Do you really want to make Western religion a thing of the past?”

"By covering up the layout of Heavenly Dao, you are seeking death, Kunpeng!"

I saw a cold light flashing across Kun Peng's face, and the holy power on his body began to gather, almost as if he was facing Ao Fan tit for tat, with no intention of retreating.

"There has never been any conflict between my Western religion's missionary work in the four major continents and your Dragon Palace. Could it be that your Dragon Palace cannot tolerate my Western religion?"

"You still have the nerve to say that you have taken away my luck in the Four Continents?"

Ao Fan waved with one hand, including himself and Yuanshi Tianzun and others behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Do you think I'm blind?"

Before Kunpeng could speak, Ao Fan looked at Odin and Zeus instantly, showing no fear of the power of the Heavenly Saint in each other.

The divine sword in his hand appeared again, and with just one wave, countless clones of the divine sword appeared in the void behind him.

The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Odin and Zeus. Only then did a cruel smile appear on the corner of Ao Fan's mouth, covering and locking the two of them instantly like the endless darkness in the void.

"You two are full of food. Are you plotting against me? If you want to die, tell me in advance. I have ruined all the means for these two mere gods."

As soon as he finished speaking, endless killing intent and dragon power gathered together in the void, crushing towards the two of them.

Feeling the terrifying murderous intent, Zeus and Odin's expressions suddenly changed, and they looked at Ao Fan in surprise.

The two of them were on the same path as Kunpeng, but they didn't expect that Ao Fan was so fierce.

I originally thought that they were just heavenly saints who had just advanced, and their strength was not yet stable. It could be said to be a world of difference from existences like them that existed at the beginning of the creation of the world.

After all, this Ao Fan is just an acquired talent, no matter how strong he is, he will never be that strong.

If three heavenly saints can't suppress one of them, then their hundreds of millions of years of cultivation would be too embarrassing.

But now Zeus and Odin discovered that Ao Fan was not as simple as they thought.

As for Zerwan who was watching the show on the side, he was also looking at Ao Fan with his mouth open.

What's going on with this murderous intention that's much more powerful than before? How did Ao Fan do it?

At this time, Zerwan felt very lucky that he had not fought with Ao Fan before. In this posture, he barely blocked it, fearing that he would be injured.

Does Ao Fan have an upper limit?

Patriarch Kunpeng watched helplessly as Ao Fan released his dragon power without concealing it, and he was filled with resentment in his heart.

With a wave of one hand, he planned to strike first and catch Ao Fan off guard first.

Golden light surged in his hand, and then a golden thread rolled towards Ao Fan.

It seemed ordinary, but with the appearance of this golden line, the void began to fluctuate violently.

The spiritual power in the void became violent in an instant, and countless sharp thorns were formed in an instant, squeezing towards Ao Fan from all directions.

Feeling the sudden pressure, Ao Fan sneered, and with just a slight movement of his wrist, most of the flying sword separated.

Countless flying swords began to merge, and in the blink of an eye they formed a huge sword in the void.

The sharp sword swept across the void, and a large blade of light slashed towards the sharp thorn. The originally frantic spiritual power became calm in an instant as the golden light slashed through it.

And those countless sharp thorns also dissipated completely in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the golden light was seen slashing towards the depths of the void until it disappeared, and finally there was a dull sound.

The entire void was shaken. Feeling the power of this sword, Kun Peng's expression suddenly changed. His hands froze in mid-air, and he looked at Ao Fan with a trace of hesitation on his face.