In the Misty Swamp, Xiao Ming and his companions were still unaware of the fierce battle taking place.

After leaving Old Remnant Village, they headed straight for the mass grave in the back mountain.

Before they even got close, they could see fiendish energy soaring into the sky from the mountain range, with numerous demons and ghosts howling in the shadows, seemingly welcoming the birth of their king.

At the center of the mass grave, through layers of fiendish mist, a massive and menacing beast silhouette could be vaguely seen.

Although its exact appearance was unclear, its towering figure, standing at a full thirty meters with a horned head, exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

What shocked Xiao Ming, Feng Xianhuang, and the others the most was the several kinds of lights flickering in the deep pit behind this Dark Tyrant.

Clearly, these were sources of high-level fiendish energy!

Judging by the colors, the lowest grade was five-color fiendish energy, and it might even be seven-color fiendish energy!

However, with the emergence of this Dark Tyrant, the surrounding hundred miles were thoroughly alarmed.

Numerous cultivators from various factions were rushing toward this place.

In just a brief moment, many figures had hidden themselves in the back mountain's forest, each exuding a terrifying aura.

As the cultivators gathered, many demons and ghosts launched attacks, turning the back mountain of Old Remnant Village into a chaotic battlefield.

"Let's wait and see..."

After glancing at the many cultivators charging forward, attempting to slay the Dark Tyrant in the pit, Xiao Ming said to Feng Xianhuang and the others before finding a relatively concealed spot to hide.

With the demonic heads of the Human Emperor Banner surrounding them, as long as Xiao Ming and his group didn't make a move or encounter someone who didn't know better, the surrounding demons and ghosts generally wouldn't notice them.

Of course, if night fell, the demons and ghosts would become more terrifying under the amplification of the secret realm's laws, making it easy for their concealment to be exposed.

"Hahaha, it's actually a special elite monster with a source of high-level fiendish energy. This entire back mountain is reserved for our Yaokun Sacred Land!!"

"Jie jie jie, what a big mouth you have. This elite monster's dark aura clearly has a connection with our Nine Nether Demon Gate. Anyone who dares to snatch it will face death!"

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"Opportunities in the world belong to those who can seize them."

"This Dark Corpse Howl isn't your mother, so how dare you spout such nonsense here?!"

"Great Qian Sacred Dragon Guards, form up, clear the field!!"

Amidst bursts of wild laughter, a cold voice echoed through the heavens and earth, and a young man in a purple-gold python robe stepped through the air like a king.

Around him, soldiers clad in golden armor gathered into a formation in the void like guards.

A holy dragon's shadow coiled in the void, causing demons and ghosts to explode wherever it passed, its might making one's scalp tingle.

This person was none other than the Ninth Prince of the Great Qian Sacred Dynasty, Yang Yuanqing.

Not only did he possess the Dustless Sword Heart, but he also had a special holy dragon bloodline, making him the most monstrous genius of his generation in the Great Qian Sacred Dynasty.

If he could forge a supreme cave heaven of the holy rank this time, he would be named crown prince by the Great Qian Sacred Emperor upon his return!

Therefore, this Dark Tyrant and the source of fiendish energy were things Yang Yuanqing was determined to obtain.

"Heh, just a waste with the potential of a Saint King, yet you dare to claim to clear the field in the Ghost Fiend Secret Realm?"

"Have you asked me, Yun Feipeng?"

As Yang Yuanqing summoned the Sacred Dragon Guards to begin clearing the field, another voice resounded in the void, and a white-clad figure descended like a deity.

His blood and energy were terrifying, and his aura was like that of a supreme being.

Most importantly, three lights flickered on his body: one red, one blue, and one yellow.

This meant that he had at least slain three elite monsters and possessed three different secret realm powers.

The red and blue should be the crimson statue power and azure statue power that Xiao Ming had encountered.

As for the yellow, although Xiao Ming hadn't encountered it, using the Eye of Truth, he discovered it was a secret realm power that could enhance defense, allowing the possessor to double their defensive capabilities!

For some monstrous geniuses, doubling their defensive capabilities was a terrifying enhancement!

"Yun Feipeng?!"

Seeing this figure appear, Yang Yuanqing's expression changed drastically.

Even the many cultivators battling demons and ghosts in the back mountain of Old Remnant Village were shocked.

This was the most monstrous genius of Yaokun Sacred Land!

Not only did he possess the ancient Kunpeng bloodline, but he also had the rare double-pupil physique, even more terrifying than Xiao Ren of Taiyi Sacred Land!

Unexpectedly, this guy appeared here, indicating that the Dark Tyrant and the source of fiendish energy already had a claimant.

"Even if you are the young supreme of Yaokun Sacred Land, I, Yang Yuanqing, will not back down."

"Let this prince see if you, this monstrous genius, are truly deserving of your reputation!"

As his voice echoed in the void, Yang Yuanqing immediately activated the holy dragon bloodline within him, and golden dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin.

A terrifying wave of blood and energy erupted like a tsunami.

At this moment, as the many Sacred Dragon Guards sat cross-legged around him, dragon energy emerged from these soldiers, converging on Yang Yuanqing like smoke signals.

This was the breath fusion divine ability!

As long as the cultivators had similar cultivation methods, they could use this divine ability to fuse their powers against enemies.

It was equivalent to one person gathering the strength of many, a terrifying fusion technique.

However, cultivating this divine ability required enough trust between individuals and day-and-night practice.

Ordinary people found it difficult to cultivate.

Unexpectedly, this Ninth Prince of Great Qian had successfully cultivated it with his subordinates.

It seemed he intended to use this method to display great might in the Ghost Fiend Secret Realm.

"Breath fusion divine ability?"

Watching Yang Yuanqing's aura rise steadily, seemingly about to contend with the Dark Tyrant, Yun Feipeng's double pupils flashed with disdain, and he stepped forward like an Emperor.

"Just a waste relying on others' strength, yet you dare to contend with this holy son?"

As he finished speaking, Yun Feipeng activated the ancient Kunpeng bloodline, and terrifying blood energy erupted like a volcanic eruption, with a thousand-meter Kunpeng shadow appearing behind him.

In the next moment, as Yun Feipeng raised his hand toward Yang Yuanqing, the Kunpeng shadow soared into the sky with a strike that seemed to shatter the heavens, then descended with a destructive force.

Kunpeng Technique!

A physical combat technique comprehended by Yun Feipeng from his bloodline inheritance when his bloodline regressed to its ancestral form.

Although this technique wasn't complete, it was still an ancient Kunpeng inheritance.

Once unleashed, its power was indescribable.

Moreover, with three secret realm powers enhancing him, this technique's power was undoubtedly two or three times greater than usual!

"Don't you dare look down on me!!"

"This prince is the Great Qian Sacred Dragon, not a waste you can belittle!!"

Hearing Yun Feipeng's words, Yang Yuanqing roared and punched out, a dragon's roar instantly echoing through the heavens and earth.

The holy dragon shadow erupted with terrifying killing power, roaring as it charged toward the Kunpeng shadow.