Chapter 102: War of the Eighth Generation

  "Good, good, good!" The eighth generation of Mi Zu burst out laughing and with a horizontal palm like a knife, he charged towards Lin Huang.

  "I have cultivated for two thousand years, thoroughly reading the scriptures of the sages, and derived a principle. My fate is mine, not heaven's. Two thousand years of bitter cultivation, two thousand years of hidden endurance, all for the sake of one day being able to defy heaven and change my fate. I am myself, I am Du Xiang, absolutely not a reincarnation of a previous generation."

  A loud roar, a fierce and stirring cry, carrying the unchanging will of eight generations of ancestors, carrying his way, his dreams, bursting out with a thunderous slap, tearing through the void, illuminating the darkness, making people gasp in admiration.

  Lin Huang nodded, turned his hand over, clenched his fist, and with one punch, suppressed the six paths, in heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme.

  "What a wonderful 'my fate is not decided by heaven, but by myself!' Your ambition is admirable. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have come to stop me! I'm just a passerby, your grudges and affections are none of my concern. But if you try to stop me from leaving, even using me as a pawn, that would be your biggest mistake!"

  Fists mighty and overwhelming, Lin Huang's treasure hall solemnly majestic, breath vast and grand, like a powerful prison, as if divine spirits, spreading radiance and heat.

  The eighth generation of Mi Zu's pupils contracted, the palm wind surged like a knife, tearing through the void, and Lin Huang's fist collided with it, destroying everything, making a dull hum, retreating three steps, looking at his palm, and daring not to believe.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, and another punch was thrown out. The six paths of reincarnation were under his control, and at this moment, Lin Huang was the master of these six paths. All kinds of things in the world, under Lin Huang's fist, were just illusions, shattering everything.

  The eighth generation of Mie Zu's ancestors let out a long, mournful cry. His body swelled with energy, his hair disheveled and wild-looking, as if he had gone mad. "Two thousand years of bitter cultivation, two thousand years of hidden endurance - how can I be stopped here?! Kill, kill, kill! Saints blocking saints, gods blocking gods! With one sword, I seek the future!"

  A long whistle, the Eight Generals' ancestor threw out his hand, and the starlight in the sky gathered into a sword, falling into the hands of the Eight Generals' ancestor. Fierce and turbulent, it tore through the heavens and earth, carrying immense power, and charged towards Lin Huang with a loud crash.

  Lin Huang's expression remained unchanged, his eyes icy cold, his fists unwavering, charging forward bravely. One punch shook the air, shattering the sword and severing the future!

  Fearsome power surged, sweeping through the void, and the entire Inverted Red Dust Divine Array was violently shaken. The five great saints of the Su Nu Realm were shocked and speechless, unable to believe it, and hastily mobilized their full divine powers to barely control the array, not allowing the six Ancestors to take advantage of the situation to escape.

  "Where did this Great Sage come from? He's so ferocious! Be careful, Dulong!"

  "Shut up, Great Aunt! Focus on maintaining the divine array. This is not the time to worry about your lover. If we let them escape, everything will be over!" The Queen of the Su Nu Realm thundered, her anger towards Great Aunt reaching its peak.

  If it weren't for the Great Aunt Ghost's bewitching, being misled by the Eight Generations, how would they have brought about an attack from their generation, causing the entire Su Nu Realm to be drawn into the struggle of the Nine Ancestors of the Da Mi Realm.

  Every time she thought of this, the Queen of the Female Realm couldn't help but want to kill her great aunt.

  "Haha! Eighth Generation, you've miscalculated! You thought it was just a tiny ant that came, which you could slaughter at will and use to break the deadlock. But you didn't expect the arrival of a divine dragon! Haha!"

  The ancestor of a generation suddenly burst out laughing and revealed the thoughts of eight generations with one word.

  Mohe Sa wants to borrow a knife to kill someone, letting Lin Huang and the 8th Generation Ancestor engage in a fierce battle, then take advantage of the situation to devour the 8th Generation Ancestor. The 8th Generation Ancestor thinks he is clever, thinking he can take advantage of the situation, bringing out the 7th Generation Ancestor and the 9th Generation Ancestor.

  Unfortunately, the eighth generation of Mianzu Wanwan did not expect that Lin Huang would be so ferocious, and with just two moves, he was somewhat struggling to resist.

  But the eighth generation of Mie Zu is still a heroic figure, coldly snorting, with a flick of his hand, the starlight condenses and becomes a sword again. The long sword changes, the sword energy surges for millions of miles, endless killing and slaughter, one sword sweeps horizontally.

  "No matter if you're a dragon or an ant! I've been planning for a thousand years, and my plans will not be ruined by your unexpected appearance! With one sword, I'll ride the wind from now on, and my fate will be decided by me, not heaven!"

  The eighth generation of Muzong let out a loud roar, instantly unleashing three thousand swords in an instant, one sword faster than the other, one sword surging over the other, the sword energy stacked, like a wave rising, destroying everything.

  Lin Huang's gaze was icy and silver-white, piercing through all illusions. He nodded slightly, his feet treading the void step by step. With each step, his aura grew stronger, but by the third step, his aura had reached its peak, like the sun at noon, unstoppable and unshakeable. Standing tall at the forefront of the tide, he suddenly swung his fist, unleashing three thousand punches in a row, which ultimately converged into three punches.

  The first punch is out, opening up the earth, water, fire and wind, with the great power of creating the world in nothingness.

  The second fist is out, separating yin and yang, standing tall between heaven and earth, spreading the first ray of light in the universe.

  The third punch is released, the six paths of reincarnation, life and death are endless, this is Lin Huang's way, the supreme great way, destroying everything.

  Three punches struck, Lin Huang's feet didn't move, the Eight Generations' Secret Ancestor retreated three steps, his long sword shattered inch by inch, spitting blood with each step, his chest caved in, severely injured.

  Such a move shocked the world and startled the common people. Whether it was several great saints in the Su Nu realm or the ancestors of the Yi generation, they all changed their faces and were unbelievable.

  "Good, good, good! As expected, it's the Dragon God's move. Who are you, after all? In the Ten Thousand Realms, with your abilities, you can't be a nobody!"

  The eighth generation ancestor let out a loud roar, his hair disheveled and looking like a madman.

  Lin Huang didn't respond, only letting out a sigh, and took another step forward towards the Eight Generations Ancestor, "I said it, you shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have used me as a pawn!"

  "Haha! A thousand years of ambition shattered in an instant! I, will not be resigned!" The eighth generation of the Mi Zu family let out a loud roar, his face revealing despair. He had thought that Lin Huang was just an ant, a scapegoat for the ninth generation of the Mi Zu family, but unexpectedly, Lin Huang turned out to be the real dragon.

  A terrible gap, desperate, but the eighth generation of ancestors still have to fight to the death.

  Burn his ideals, burn his soul, burn his divine body, the eight generations of Mi Zu fought desperately. A desperate struggle by a great sage, and even Lin Huang wouldn't dare underestimate it.

  His gaze turned solemn, Lin Huang suddenly let out a light laugh, his palm grasped the three Yuantian seals and protected them in his palm. His feet retreated continuously, his figure fluttering like the wind, freely changing size at will, instantly transforming into a tiny speck of dust that disappeared into the starry sky.

  The host of the Inverted Red Dust Divine Array, the Great Aunt, let out a sorrowful and furious scream, disregarding the anger of the Queen of the Su Nu Realm. She suddenly accelerated her divine power, causing the array's might to erupt and envelop Lin Huang.

  "Hurt me, dear! Where are you hiding? Die, die, die for me!"

  The great grandmother recklessly urged the divine array, turning the red dust upside down, reversing the void, and forcing Lin Huang out. The eighth generation of ancestors had no expression on his face, as if he had known that the great grandmother would make this move, clenched his fists, suddenly lifted them up, covering the sky and earth, and launched a fierce attack on Lin Huang.

  Rumble!

  One punch shook the heavens, shattering the ancient. Lin Huang's eyes were cold and stern as he countered with a backhand punch. A terrifying aura flowed out, destroying stars. Lin Huang grunted, retreating three steps, each step leaving a bloody footprint. His face was pale, having suffered severe injuries.

  The eighth generation ancestor was even more unbearable, like a defeated army lightly floating up and heavily falling down, his divine body shattered, on the verge of collapse, the fire of his soul like a candle in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

  In an instant, the rabbit rose and the magpie fell, this change occurred in a twinkling of an eye, the eight generations of ancestors who were once in the same forest were now both wounded.