CHAPTER 955: CHAPTER 665: THE DEATH OF XU MAO, THE ANCESTORS OF THE ROYAL FAMILY QI APPEAR

Wang Yang knew that this was Xu Mao’s final move, and once Xu Mao used it, he would truly be exhausted and drained.

But Wang Yang hadn’t anticipated that Xu Mao would fight so desperately for the Demon Clan. He was also curious about what Xu Mao had experienced, to make him willing to go to such lengths for the Demon Clan.

Perhaps it was due to his ideals, but Wang Yang was convinced there were other reasons driving Xu Mao to take such actions.

"Young master, come! Let me witness how strong the supreme secret techniques of the Daoist Sect truly are and what mysteries the powers from other worlds hold!"

Xu Mao was already becoming extremely frantic, his body incessantly swelling until it finally exploded.

Wang Yang knew he couldn’t hold back either, so he brought his palms together, and the Three Pure Ones Incarnation once again transformed into two colors: black and white.

"Three Pure Ones Soul Suppression, peerless world-creation! Yin Yang Confluence, Hongmeng Opens!"

This technique of Wang Yang’s contained the power of creation, and although Xu Mao wanted to return everything to Chaos and the Void with the Sacred Demon Dual Qi, he could not resist Wang Yang’s creation lands.

"Boom!"

Two extremely powerful forces collided, the destructive power of the Sacred Demon Dual Qi intertwined and Wang Yang’s creation power.

The entire space was already fracturing layer by layer, completely falling into space-time fissures.

Even the people outside could sense the terrifying aura spreading outward.

Wang Siyun struck the Demon Clan’s Holy Son with a palm and then retreated far away with a single blow.

As he stopped, he sensed the fluctuation of space.

"What a strong force, it actually transcended space to reach here, Xu Mao’s power is surprisingly strong, able to duel Wang Yang to this extent!"

Wang Siyun naturally knew the formidable means Wang Yang possessed, and even now, Wang Siyun couldn’t fully see through Wang Yang.

But even so, to be able to warp and shatter space, clearly, Wang Yang was under considerable pressure too.

Chen Lin took a deep breath on the side and said, "Prince, do not get distracted, Wang Yang will surely be able to defeat Xu Mao, but we must probe what capabilities this Demon Clan’s Holy Son truly has, or everything will be in vain."

Then, a series of power of laws appeared behind her, transforming into runes.

It was evident that this was the Imperial Clan’s secret technique from the former era, the Imprisoned Dragon Technique!

"Damn it!"

The Demon Clan’s Holy Son shouted loudly, also feeling the terrifying wave of aura.

In this battle, who would win and who would lose, the Demon Clan’s Holy Son no longer had confidence in his heart.

"Though the State Preceptor is formidable, that Wang Yang is also mysterious and unfathomable, who will really triumph in this battle?"

Just as he was distracted, the Emperor’s Nine Dragons Technique launched an attack again, directly hurling him to the ground, black blood dripping onto the surface.

"You three have enough arrogance to trap me for so long, now it’s time to end this farce!"

The Demon Clan’s Holy Son shouted loudly, the aura of His Majesty was surprisingly still intensifying and spreading outward.

The three besieged people found it somewhat hard to breathe.

Wang Siyun was also surprised: "His power is still increasing, why is it so strong!"

The Emperor frowned: "It’s because he possesses the force of destiny in the world, but this force of destiny is not something that can be fully absorbed in a short time."

"Now, he is merely in the initial stage. Once he completely refines all the force of destiny, even if the three of us combined, we might not be able to fight him for ten rounds."

Chen Lin was also extremely astonished: "Is the force of destiny really so powerful?"

"If not, why would we guard the Great Formation? Even the method to activate this formation, only I and Xu Mao know."

The Emperor shook his head and sighed.

The Xu Mao he trusted most, unexpectedly belonged to the Demon Clan.

The responsibility entrusted to Xu Mao was out of trust for him.

But that was just one reason, after all, none of the Five Great Dukes were untrustworthy.

Compared to the Five Great Dukes, Xu Mao’s wisdom was the most transparent, which is why the Emperor was reassured having him guard the formation.

It’s a pity to talk about it now because it’s already too late; Xu Mao was part of the Demon Clan, not the Human Race.

However, the Emperor did not know that Xu Mao was actually not a member of the Demon Clan, but indeed of the Human Race.

Meanwhile, in the Chaos Space, it was fully fractured, Wang Yang stood amidst the space-time fissures.

Xu Mao was now completely withered, like decayed wood, just a gentle touch away from breaking apart.

And in the midst of this fractured space-time fissure, a piece of torn cloth drifted down.

His hoarse voice slowly moved: "Young master is truly formidable, although I gave my all, I only managed to cut off a piece of your garment."

Indeed, this piece of cloth was from the move Wang Yang had just executed and it tore off a corner of his clothing.

The State Preceptor could certainly be proud, for in the worlds of old, those who could shatter even a corner of my clothes were very few indeed.

Wang Yang, like a person unfazed, walked slowly toward Xu Mao, who had drained all his potential.

His One Qi Transforms into Three Purities Technique had already slowly transformed into the void and returned to himself.

"This time I have lost, though I am defeated, it does not mean my ideals are wrong, young master, you don’t understand, you will never understand..."

After speaking, Xu Mao’s body turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted away.

Wang Yang tried to reach out to grasp it, but there was no way to keep it in his hand.

With a sigh, Wang Yang’s Taiji unexpectedly began to operate again.

This wisp of smoke was finally enveloped.

However, Xu Mao had long since exhausted all his strength, whether it was his Primordial Spirit or his physical form.