Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1674 - 1665: Lion Emperor

"All Races Saint Slaughter? Such big talk! I want to see who dares to touch Mo Venerable!"

As time passed, more and more cultivators arrived around the Holy Mountain. Almost every day, powerful warriors from the Ancient Clan descended upon the area, each possessing extraordinary strength.

These people all arrived in front of the twelve Futu Formations, emanating a sense of readiness.

And just as this situation persisted until the seventh day, a deafening angry shout resounded, and shortly thereafter, a supreme power suddenly manifested near the Futu Formation.

"It’s the Divine Scale King! He really came!"

Around them, the gathered cultivators exclaimed in surprise. This is a strong individual of Ancient King Level; even in this era where all kings coexist, the Divine Scale King’s strength definitely ranks among the top.

Only Roc King, Divine Ape King, and a few others can be considered his equals.

"Divine Scale King, as one of the All Kings of my Ancient Clan, you have protected the Divine King Body multiple times. Do you truly intend to take a path opposed to all races?!"

At the moment when the Divine Scale King appeared, a furious shout came from a powerful warrior present from the Ancient Clan, who couldn’t help but step forward and question, "All Races Saint Slaughter, if your Divine Scale Clan does not participate, fine! But to openly oppose all of us, do you really believe there’s no one in this world who can deal with you?"

"What All Races Saint Slaughter? With just you people, you dare claim to represent all races?"

The Divine Scale King snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the top-level powers of the Ancient Clan below, and he said again, "Not to mention my Divine Scale Clan, how many of the major Ancient Clans have come to besiege the Holy Mountain this time? Only you people are here; most other Ancient Clans still remain neutral. Do you dare to claim the title representing all races?"

"Whether it’s before or after ancient times, the Divine King Body and my Ancient Clan have an irreconcilable racial grudge. This siege is a holy undertaking; all clans should be duty-bound."

"Divine Scale King, if you have any sense, you should retreat. Otherwise, once the battle begins, don’t blame our Dragon Clan Floating Saint Soldiers for obliterating you in Heaven and Earth!"

Below, several powerful warriors from the Ancient Clan stepped forward one after another. Their attitude is clear: this All Races Saint Slaughter cannot be stopped. If the Divine Scale King insists on standing by Mo Wangchen’s side and assisting him, then they cannot be blamed for their ruthlessness.

"If you really dare to approach the Holy Mountain, don’t blame me for disregarding racial ties and righteously severing kin!"

The Divine Scale King snorted coldly, leaving these words behind, before transforming into a rainbow light and disappearing instantly, heading towards the direction of the Holy Mountain.

"Buzz..."

On this day, the Void fluctuated violently. After more than half a month of top-level strongmen from the Ancient Clan arriving one after another, almost everyone who should come has already arrived.

And just as this great battle was about to erupt completely, suddenly, beside the twelve Futu Formations, the Void began to unpredictably fluctuate. The next moment, dozens of figures simultaneously stepped out of thin air.

These people all have extremely youthful faces, yet each has an extraordinary aura. Almost at the moment they appeared, the whole Heaven and Earth became much dimmer; invisibly, a terrifying demon aura permeated, almost suffocating everyone present.

"These people..."

All around, the watching cultivators changed their expressions, and some couldn’t help but tremble as they spoke, "A full thirty-eight people, all of them Emperor Level geniuses of the Ancient Clan, the top young kings!"

Until now, the top-level powerhouses of the older generation have almost all appeared, yet the Emperor Level figures of the younger generation have not been seen. But now, they’ve arrived, and simultaneously.

A full thirty-eight people, all of whom are Emperors from various Ancient Clans, and at the forefront are led by the Heavenly Dragon Emperor, Dragon Emperor, Roc Clan Emperor, and other top kings of the current era from the Ancient Clan.

"This will be a truly top-level confrontation. Even the young Ancient Emperors have arrived. It seems that these Ancient Clans have probably already emptied their nests, determined to flatten the Holy Mountain and give the Divine King Body not a moment to breathe!"

"These Ancient Emperors rarely show themselves in ordinary times. Although the fame of the two Dragon Clan Emperors is much greater than theirs, among these individuals, there are also some truly top geniuses, holding ancient Saint Items with extraordinary combat power."

The crowd was in an uproar, discussing everywhere. Among these Ancient Clan Emperors, many have not appeared before the public, and some were sealed within the Divine Origin in ancient times, only recently waking up.

The geniuses who proved the Dao in the God Realm before ancient times are not to be underestimated now. Such figures have endured the great eras of ancient times, and those who survived are almost the top batch of characters from back then.

"Where is the Divine King Body?"

Behind the Dragon Emperor, a young man stepped forward, clad in purple, with a gaze so stern others dared not meet his eye. He looked ahead to the Holy Mountain a hundred miles away and shouted, "All Races Saint Slaughter, this is a sacred undertaking and cannot be reversed. But my Ancient Clan are not true bloodthirsty beings. If you leave the Holy Mountain and self-abolish your cultivation, my Ancient Clan can let you live with a mortal body for a thousand years."

"Is this the Lion Clan’s Emperor?"

"Similar to the Divine Scale Clan, the Lion Clan rarely appears, and rumors say they have some blood relation with the Dragon Clan!"

"The Lion Clan has a sparse population and has not appeared for many years. It’s said this Lion Emperor was also sealed in Divine Origin in ancient times and only recently awoke, a super genius who proved the Dao in the God Realm before ancient times!"

People discussed, comparing to the two Dragon Clan Emperors, the Lion Emperor present has a strength likely not much weaker than them, and being a genius sealed in Divine Origin from ancient times, in the Ancient Clan, in terms of seniority, he is far higher than the two Dragon Clan Emperors.

"You want me to self-abolish my cultivation? Are you daydreaming?"

Shortly after the Lion Emperor’s words were spoken, a mocking voice came from within the Holy Mountain, and Mo Wangchen personally responded, "You want me to live with a mortal body for a thousand years? Isn’t it that your Ancient Clan is also interested in my Divine King Body and wants to refine my body?"

"I’ve already given you a chance. If you don’t know what’s good for you, your Holy Mountain should be flattened today." The Lion Emperor squinted his eyes, his voice cold, resounding in all directions.

"All Races Saint Slaughter? Flatten the Holy Mountain? You really think you have such ability?" Mo Wangchen sneered again.

The Lion Emperor said calmly, "It cannot be denied your Holy Mountain is truly formidable, but today, the strong from all races arrive, and twelve Futu Sacred Weapons descend. Unless there is a Reverse Life powerhouse climbing out from the Ancient Tomb to assist you, otherwise today you will surely die. Mo Wangchen, cut the nonsense, come out quickly and accept your death, or when my army invades the Holy Mountain, you will be wiped out in both form and spirit!"

"Even you dare to shout here and insult my master? What Lion Emperor, dare to battle me?"

Just as the Lion Emperor’s voice fell, a cold snort came from within the Holy Mountain. The next moment, a young figure appeared in front of the formation of the Holy Mountain, none other than Ji Feng, the Qiantian Saint, who returned together with Mo Wangchen from the Bodhi Realm.