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Chapter 1991: The Limit of Powerful Physique, The Might of Ancient God’s.

Chapter 1991: Chapter 1991: The Limit of Powerful Physique, The Might of Ancient God’s.

Compared to the smiling faces of the sixteen patriarchs, Wang Mang’s face looked incredibly grim.

The entire area had been sealed off.

Wang Mang had very limited space to maneuver.

Refusing to believe in his entrapment, Wang Mang launched his Dao runes attack, hoping to break the surrounding barrier.

However, his attack made no impact; the blood-red barrier showed no sign of disturbance, not even a ripple.

The people opposite him didn’t give him much chance to breathe, charging at him ferociously.

Darkness filled Wang Mang’s eyes.

The situation was precarious—a grim prospect unless Wu Ya could come to his aid.

There was no choice but to face it head-on!

In an instant, Wang Mang’s body surged with the peak Dao runes as he brandished the Slaughter Halberd, his face twisted ferociously.

The patriarch closest to Wang Mang naturally received focused attention.

After cleaving him with one stroke of the halberd, Wang Mang’s eyes flickered crimson, and he swung the halberd horizontally, aiming to bisect the patriarch’s waist!

At that moment, over five patriarchs struck together, aiming at Wang Mang.

With no other choice, Wang Mang resorted to swiftly dodging to avoid them.

But in that brief moment, nearly ten blood-colored Dao runes bombarded towards him.

And they were dangerously close.

With no way to escape, Wang Mang’s pupils dilated drastically; his Devouring Dao Rhyme, dark as ink, burst forth instantly.

Boom... hiss!

A deafening sound burst only to disappear in an instant.

Wang Mang, hit by dozens of forces, suddenly tasted sweetness in his throat as blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The Devouring Dao Rhyme had maximized the erosion of these blood-colored Dao runes.

Yet, the accompanying impact made Wang Mang suffer greatly.

Around Wang Mang, countless blood-colored Dao runes still surged.

Even with maximized absorption by the Devouring Dao Rhyme, it was unable to digest such an enormous power instantly.

Suddenly, several more attacks assaulted him.

As the force around Wang Mang thickened, the Devouring Dao Rhyme began to falter slightly.

It was subtly eroded quite a bit.

Left with no choice, he had to use the Time Dao Rhyme to counter these forces.

With a massive expenditure of internal power, Wang Mang’s body temperature started to rise rapidly.

Had it not been for his Overlord Body having reached a new level, his body might have fractured.

Wang Mang knew his own body’s situation well; he must end the battle swiftly!

The next moment, Dao runes around his body explosively surged, pushing back the blood-colored Dao Rhymes slightly, and he transformed into a shadow, charging toward a patriarch.

Enveloping immense divine might, the Slaughter Halberd whistled as he slashed down.

Bang!

A heavy sound resonated, only slightly eroding the Dao runes surrounding that patriarch.

Such an outcome made Wang Mang clench his teeth.

In a blink, Wang Mang vanished from his spot.

As expected, the next second, numerous strikes bombarded the space he had just occupied.

As his internal temperature remained extremely high, Wang Mang felt a bit overheated.

While heaving in deep breaths, his mind continuously searched for ways to counter.

Numerous ideas flashed through his mind, all discarded due to the strong defense of the opponent’s blood-colored Dao runes.

If it really came to that, he would have to use the ancient god’s power.

But even then, could he eliminate the sixteen people in front of him?

The power of the ancient god was linked to the strength of the soul and the robustness of the body.

Although his realm had seen a significant increase during this period.

But the physical cultivation level had its limits!

The most eruptive power he could unleash was similar to that he had deployed during the conflict for the Stellar Domain Emperor.

Not to mention that after using such power, his body, already close to its limits, might deteriorate to unknown extents.

Before Wang Mang could ponder it further, sixteen patriarchs simultaneously surrounded him.

Now, it was safe to say that Wang Mang had no room left to maneuver.

Looking at the sixteen individuals now, each had a diminished aura, their complexions extremely pale.

Worse than the corpses.

In such a situation, they did not hesitate and directly used the Lightning Spell, aiming to eliminate Wang Mang as swiftly as possible.

Sixteen streams of scarlet Dao runes, like the scythe of the Reaper, swung down toward Wang Mang.

Even if burning more Blood Qi would reduce their lifespans,

They were determined to eliminate Wang Mang.

Countless blood lights rendered the Starry Sky, wreaking havoc effortlessly.

The crisis of death continuously rang alarm bells in Wang Mang’s heart.

At the critical moment, an immense wild force, as if an ancient land had reappeared, swept away the numerous blood lights surrounding Wang Mang.

A dark golden whirl stirred the void, faintly shaking the very essence of nothingness.

A majestic and boundless dark yellow miasmic air dispersed the encirclement of the sixteen patriarchs.

A diamond-shaped mark also faintly appeared on Wang Mang’s forehead.

The aura of Cosmic Deities flowed endlessly like a mighty river, spreading into countless neighboring star systems.

The terrifying pressure made all creatures that sensed this aura tremble.

At this moment, Wang Mang was surrounded by a rippling golden light, emitting a faint but heart-palpitating aura.

As his eyes slowly opened, divine light from Sect Master Tongtian streaked forth.

The terrifying pressure reached its peak.

A gravitational field was instantly formed around him.

Feeling the boundless power within, Wang Mang, with a stoic expression, threw a punch towards the most populated group.

Just a single punch, and the harsh punch wind seemed to stir a tidal storm within the universe.

Divine authority of a True God enveloped!

Those patriarchs struck by this force violently spat out blood, and many of the scarlet Dao runes around them dissipated.

Seeing that his attack was effective, Wang Mang’s eyes suddenly flashed as he began to punch with all his might.

Like a torrential rain, his punches turned into trails of afterimages.

Explosions of various magnitudes evolved in the Starry Sky.

Countless attacks mercilessly obliterated the void.

Even nothingness itself was shattered at a corner.

As Wang Mang’s myriad punches fell, the surrounding bloody barrier finally could no longer bear, turning into a sky full of sparks.

As for those patriarchs, some were beaten into the void, others were missing.

Seeing this, Wang Mang couldn’t help but remark, "I, Brother Mang, am truly strong."

"A mere mob, how dare you contend with Hao Yue?"

Just as he was feeling smug, an anomaly within his body abruptly interrupted him.

Looking at the source of this anomaly, the flesh of his palm was already blurred and bloody.

Although a single punch could exert tremendous power, the fist, as the medium for all this, couldn’t bear it and began to crumble.

It was only showing blurred flesh and blood for now.

With that thought, Wang Mang stopped showing off and entered slaughter mode.

Any patriarch he encountered received a direct punch.

Unlike before, now a casual punch from him would cause a patriarch’s blood to splatter across the sky.

In no time, ten patriarchs had fallen to his punches.