If Yan Zhi had been to the Nine Heavens Holy Land, or had seen the old Holy Lord's methods, he would definitely recognize these two martial techniques.
The Celestial Lock and the Heaven-Slaying Spear.
Each was a divine technique.
The former could not only bind the physical body but also restrain the soul, and the killing power of the Heaven-Slaying Spear was immense and unmatched.
Yan Zhi, unaware of their severity, had his divine sense instantly become sluggish after being grazed by a Celestial Lock, his reactions not as swift as before, and the space around him became as sticky as a swamp.
Chains and spears filled the sky, wrapping around Yan Zhi from all directions without blind spots.
Yan Zhi dodged left and right but was unable to break out of the encirclement. Just as he was growing anxious, the golden dragon, having shrunk its size, arrived, spewing a torrent of scorching energy straight at him. Yan Zhi screamed, circulating his True Essence to defend, but his bones cracked under the pressure, as if they couldn't withstand this destructive force and suddenly burst.
The golden dragon's two sharp claws extended, seizing the opportunity when Yan Zhi's defense was weak, stabbing into his chest and tearing him apart fiercely.
Yan Zhi's eyes cracked with fury, sensing death descending upon him, knowing he couldn't escape. He gritted his teeth and roared, "You won't get off easy either!"
All his True Essence erupted at once, transforming into thousands of attacks at close range, bombarding the golden dragon's body.
As if depleting all his strength, after releasing this strike, Yan Zhi let out a sinister laugh, his body deflating like a burst balloon.
Blood, crimson mixed with golden light, rained down from the sky, and the dragon's roar echoed, deafening.
Hua...
Yan Zhi was torn in half, blood and innards scattering, a terrifying and horrifying sight.
The martial artists who heard the dragon's roar looked up and saw this scene as if from a ghostly realm.
"The Sect Master is dead?" The warriors of the Profound Cold Grotto-heaven stared blankly at the blood and flesh falling from the sky, momentarily stunned, unable to accept this outcome.
An hour ago, Yan Zhi was high-spirited, leading them to invade the Dragon Phoenix Manor, claiming he would obtain the inheritor of the Dragon Emperor's legacy and bring him back for proper cultivation to enhance the prestige of the Profound Cold Grotto-heaven.
Who would have thought that an hour later, he would be torn in half by a golden dragon that appeared suddenly.
A powerhouse at the Entry Saint Realm had died just like that!
On the Profound Continent, there weren't many powerhouses at this level. Each had cultivated for at least a hundred or two years to achieve this, each with astonishing methods, heaven-defying abilities, and not bad escape skills, so in recent years, there had been few deaths of Entry Saint Realm powerhouses.
At least among the warriors of the Dragon Phoenix Manor and the Profound Cold Goto-heaven, such major events were rarely heard of.
But now, this scene was truly happening right before their eyes.
One of the only two Entry Saint Realm experts in their own sect was dead, and the other seemed to be overwhelmed by the Manor Lord of the Dragon Phoenix Manor, the warriors of the Profound Cold Grotto-heaven instantly lost their fighting spirit, no longer as aggressive as before.
Another dragon roar sounded, the dozen-meter-long golden dragon roaring to the sky, seemingly venting the pain from its wounds, as if making a show of force.
Bai Jingchu's face was pale, how could he dare to continue entangled with Chen Zhou?
Although both he and Yan Zhi were at the first level of the Entry Saint Realm, comparing them, Yan Zhi was slightly better. Now that Yan Zhi couldn't defeat the golden dragon, Bai Jingchu certainly didn't have the ability.
"Retreat!" Bai Jingchu shouted angrily, pulling back.
"Is our Dragon Phoenix Manor a place you can come and go as you please?" Chen Zhou sneered, seizing the opportunity as Bai Jingchu fled, striking down with a blow.
Blood splattered, and Bai Jingchu disappeared, leaving only half an arm in place, exploding into a blood mist in mid-air.
Chen Zhou stood in place, panting heavily, not pursuing further.
He had been seriously injured earlier, but due to the appearance of the Dragon Emperor's might, he forced himself to fight. Now he was at the end of his rope.
Seeing that Bai Jingchu had fled, the warriors of the Profound Cold Grotto-heaven dared not stay, fleeing in panic like stray dogs. The people of the Dragon Phoenix Manor chased them all the way, gradually moving further away.
Only then did Chen Zhou have time to look at the golden giant dragon symbolizing the Dragon Emperor's identity, his expression solemn, filled with respect.
However, Chen Zhou soon noticed something strange: the golden dragon, after tearing Yan Zhi apart, had remained stationary, motionless, and its dragon eyes even showed a thoughtful expression, as if savoring this battle, gaining much insight and feeling from it.
Shaking his head, Chen Zhou thought it was his imagination.
After a while, the golden dragon moved again, turning into a golden light, shooting towards Sun Yu from afar, disappearing behind him.
At the same time, the galaxy lying between Sun Yu and Chen Jian was swiftly retracted.
Chen Zhou straightened his expression, forcing his weakened body to fly towards Sun Yu. Before he could speak, Sun Yu respectfully cupped his fists and greeted, "Greetings, Manor Lord!"