The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, stood up. His face was twisted as he roared hysterically.
As an emperor, he completely regarded the dragon energy as his own.
Being able to absorb and refine the True Dragon Qi symbolized the identity of the True Dragon Son of Heaven.
Ning Chen could devour and refine the True Dragon Qi. This was even more serious than slapping Emperor Wen Wu Wuji in the face!
More importantly, the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, was unable to snatch the True Dragon Qi from Ning Chen.
As time passed, the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, would face a situation where there was no Dragon Energy to swallow.
"I'm the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I'm blessed by fate and protected by dragon qi. What do you have to fight me?”
The eyes of the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, shone with a purple light as a supreme emperor aura erupted.
The crown on Wu Wuji's head cracked open, and his long hair was tied up and scattered behind his head.
Wu Wuji was surrounded by purple qi and a golden light.
The dragon energy around him was condensed like tiny golden dragons circling around him, making him look like a dragon emperor who had descended to rule the world.
On the other side, Ning Chen circulated the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture, speeding up the breathing of the True Dragon Qi.
Ning Chen opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
The golden dragon energy that filled the throne room was like a tidal wave that surged and gathered.
Not long after, a huge amount of dragon energy was absorbed into Ning Chen's body and quickly refined.
Ning Chen only felt his limbs and bones warm and comfortable. It was as if there were thousands of dragon-shaped true qi flowing around, opening up his meridians and strengthening his flesh and blood.
"No wonder Wu Wuji didn't die from my palm strike. It seems like it's not just the Heavenly Silkworm Golden Silk Armor's effect. The dragon energy has the miraculous effect of nourishing and strengthening the body.”
"Long-term cultivation with dragon energy can allow one to form a true dragon's body, which is much stronger than a mortal's body.”
The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, cultivated the Emperor of Extremity Dao Technique. His dragon body was tempered to the level of Shaolin's top martial art, the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art!
But even so, he was still almost killed by Ning Chen's palm.
Ning Chen had cultivated the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture to the end. A tattoo of a five-clawed golden dragon appeared on his back, slightly burning.
This five-clawed golden dragon was so lifelike that it even surpassed the golden dragon that was coiled on the carved beams and painted pillars of the throne room.
Its dragon scales were resplendent, its claws were sharp, its head was mighty, its mane was dense, and its eyes were burning. It was mighty even without anger!
It had the aura of a supreme emperor and the might of a dragon that was like a god and a demon. It could suppress ghosts and monsters, as well as tens of thousands of demons and evil!
Without a doubt, it was the Mighty Heavenly Dragon!!
"The Dragon Qi is mine, all of it is mine! How much you swallow, how much I will beat you to spit out!”
The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, roared in rage. He clenched his hands into dragon claws and revolved them from left to right. Rays of dragon energy gathered into a small golden dragon that roared in the nine heavens and circled around.
"Emperor of Extremity's technique, Nine Transformations of the True Dragon!”
Emperor Wen pushed his hands forward, almost pushing the Emperor of Extremity's technique to the limit.
"Ang!"
Ten thousand dragons roared.
Numerous pocket-sized golden dragons whizzed out from Emperor Wen's body, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they pounced towards Ning Chen.
The dragon's might was vast and mighty. A supreme might carried the power to topple mountains and overturn seas as it crushed over.
Wherever the golden dragon passed, Stellar Energy swept through. Explosions erupted everywhere in the throne room. The carved beams and painted pillars collapsed, and the hall was almost sent flying.
"With the support of dragon qi, it looks more like it.”
A hint of fighting spirit finally rose in Ning Chen's eyes, and his blood slowly boiled.
It's lonely at the top.
Once he reached Ning Chen's realm, how many people in the world could truly exchange blows with him?
"Let's see how much of my power you can force out of me. Eighteen Dragon Capturing Hands!”
Ning Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately used the unique skill that he had obtained from the system.
The Eighteen Dragon Capturing Hands was even better than the Dragon Capturing Technique.
It focused on capturing, so it was flexible and changeable. It merged with the eighteen arhats and forcefully raised this martial art by several levels.
Ning Chen was either a fierce tiger descending the mountain, a white elephant crossing the river, an arhat sleeping, or a dragon going out to sea.
The majestic figures of Arhats were imprinted in the void. Their postures were different and they changed a lot.
Ning Chen displayed the Eighteen Dragon Capturing Hands. He grabbed the air with both hands and captured the Golden Dragon True Qi that was coming at him from all directions.
His two hands seemed to be grabbing slippery golden loaches, which were wriggling and struggling.
"Break for This Penniless Monk!"
Ning Chen shouted. He exerted strength in his ten fingers and crushed all the Golden Dragon True Qi.
"Boom…"
The throne room began to collapse.
No matter how sturdy this building was, it could not withstand the battle between two peerless experts.
The magnificent palace collapsed.
The beams broke and the golden tiles fell like rain.
A monk and an emperor stood in the collapsed throne room, confronting each other.
Suddenly, the two of them moved.
"Emperor of Extremity's Dao Art, Nine Dragons Protection!”
Wu Wuji, who had disheveled hair, activated his Supreme Mystic Art again and used dragon energy to protect his body. The divine power phenomenon of the Nine Dragon Shield formed around his body.
Wu Wuji walked towards Ning Chen with a majestic gait. His speed became faster and faster, and in the end, he burst forth with an unstoppable ferocious aura as he charged towards Ning Chen.
Next to him, a red pillar that could be hugged by several people collapsed and crashed toward Wu Wuji.
Wu Wuji did not even look at him. He raised his hand and punched.
With a bang, the pillar flew out and crashed into the wall of the throne room. No one knew where it went.
Ning Chen's body turned golden as he displayed the Arhat Golden Body. He also walked towards Wu Wuji.
In the next second, the two of them collided.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Their fists met flesh, and they fought with speed. They fought in the collapsed throne room.
They fought crazily, causing the air to explode. The sound of cannons exploded, and the remaining force swept in all directions.
Outside, Li Zhuangyuan, Cao Zhengchun, and the other four palace experts, as well as the many imperial guards, were dumbfounded.
The building that symbolized the highest authority in Great Zhou had actually…collapsed!
Even if they wanted to protect the spirit beast, they were powerless.
The battle between two top powerhouses, the rank was too low, and could not interfere at all.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The collapsed ruins of the throne room stirred up a wave of dust.
With a bang, the roof of the throne room, which represented the summit of the forbidden city, exploded.
The two figures soared into the air, fighting with speed. They stepped on the air and actually fought in midair.
Above the imperial palace, there was a sound like firecrackers exploding. The golden and purple Qi collided, and waves of Qi spread out. It was a shocking scene.
All the imperial concubines, palace maids, and royal children in the palace had witnessed this battle.
"Who dares to fight in the Imperial Palace?"
"What a terrifying fluctuation. Is this a fight between Rank-1 martial artists?”
"He's too powerful. The power of a first-grade martial artist is so terrifying.”
"One of them is my father. Then who is the mysterious expert who fought with my father?”
From the imperial family, the concubines, to the eunuchs and palace maids, everyone was paying attention to this battle.
Yuqing Palace, Prince's residence.
The middle-aged Crown Prince stood in front of Yuqing Palace and looked up.
The Crown Prince laughed coldly." After my father reached the Second Rank, his body was healthy and his lifespan was long. He has been on the throne for too long.”
"If he can kill the thief who trespassed into the palace and injure himself to the point of death, it would be for the best. This way, bengong can naturally ascend to the throne!”
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