I am a giant with golden horns

Chapter 92 Gambling War
Above the sky, the fierce battle has reached a fever pitch. The strength of the two sides is almost the same. The Holy Son of Dayan has a certain advantage, but it is impossible to defeat the opponent in a short time.

The successor of the supreme religion in Zhongzhou is also a man whose strength should not be underestimated.

Both of them are top-notch figures who can attack dragon cultivators in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and their methods are endless.

The battle has now attracted many people to watch the battle, and many figures can be seen in the surrounding mountains.

The duel between the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land and the descendants of the Supreme Religion in Zhongzhou is a rare scene. In a sense, this is not just a duel between two people, but also a confrontation between two ancient powers. It was even a competition between the two major regions of Zhongzhou and Donghuang.

Many people want to know whether the geniuses of Zhongzhou are more powerful or the talents of Donghuang.

"It seems that the foundation of Dayan Holy Land is superior after all!"

"Those holy places in the Eastern Wasteland are indeed powerful."

Some people lamented that the strength shown by the Holy Son of Dayan was better than that of the successors of the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou, and the background behind it was deeper.

"Hmph, there are many supreme sects in Zhongzhou, top lineages like Yin Yang Sect, and their saints and saints, just one person can sweep across the Eastern Wasteland!" Some cultivators in Zhongzhou were dissatisfied.

"It's an exaggeration. If you are the descendant of the four major divine dynasties, you may be able to compete with the top geniuses of the Eastern Wasteland. Like the Yin-Yang Sect, which does not have the inheritance of the ultimate emperor's weapons, it will be inferior after all."

"Yes, the descendants of the Yakuza forces are truly terrifying."

While everyone was watching the battle, they were communicating. Among the many prodigies in the world, the only ones who could truly be recognized by the world were the heirs of the ancient forces who possessed the ultimate imperial weapons.

"It's time to decide the outcome!"

"Sage Dayan is going to win!"

The next moment, everyone exclaimed, the battle has reached the final moment, the Holy Son of Dayan has defeated his opponent, and the successor of the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou will lose!

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield, blocking the decisive blow of Holy Son Dayan with one palm and blocking it back.

"who are you?"

Holy Son Dayan suddenly became angry, his eyes fixed on the visitor.

He was about to win with the last blow, but then someone interfered with him. How could he not be angry?
On the other side, the successor of the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou looked pale. He was almost defeated just now!

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" The heir of the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou asked in a deep voice.

The person who took action was naturally Yang Hao. At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the middle of the void, separating the two people.

"This is my master."

A voice sounded, and the man in purple appeared and came to Yang Hao's side.

"Are you... the seventh prince Yuchen of the ancient Anping Kingdom?" The heir to the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou looked startled and recognized the origin of the man in purple.

"Not bad." The man in purple admitted generously that he and Princess Yudie, the third most beautiful woman in Zhongzhou, were brothers and sisters.

"What did you just say, he is your master?" The preacher of the Supreme Sect stared at him.

The man in purple nodded.

"Wow!"

Not far away, discussions suddenly broke out among the crowd watching the battle, and many people looked surprised.

Many people know the seventh prince of the ancient Anping Kingdom. He is a young hero. As one of the ancient kings, he has a bright future. He was vigorously cultivated by the royal family of the ancient Anping Kingdom. His own strength is not much different from those of the successors of the supreme religion. .

Nowadays, such a genius who has few opponents in the Four Extremes Secret Realm actually regards others as his master and follows others. . .Unthinkable!
Holy Son Dayan also looked shocked, his eyes fixed on Yang Hao.

Although he didn't know much about Yuchen, the other person's aura was not much worse than his own. For such a person to be willing to follow others, how terrifying should this person in front of him be?
Especially when he thought of how the other party had used an understatement to repel his full blow as soon as he appeared just now, Saint Son Dayan's heart instantly sank.

"May I ask who you are?" The successor of the Supreme Sect also looked at Yang Hao and said with shock on his face.

"Yang Hao."

"Who is Yang Hao? I seem to have never heard of him."

"Could he be the descendant of some extremely powerful force?"

Everyone was talking around him. Yang Hao said his name, but no one knew it.

The Holy Son of Dayan and the successor of the Supreme Sect also frowned, this name was too unfamiliar.

"My master wants to have a bet with you, one against two. If you lose, you have to be like me and follow the master from now on." Yuchen spoke, and everyone was surprised when he spoke.

"What did you say?" Saint Son Dayan's eyes flashed coldly. "Don't worry, my master's realm is also the secret realm of the four extremes. He has never entered the dragon transformation level. He is a fellow practitioner and will never bully you." Yuchen said.

'Arrogant! The preacher of the Supreme Sect looked ashen.

"I'll give you a stick of incense and time to recover. I'll make you convinced." At this time, Yang Hao spoke and threw out two jade bottles at the same time.

"This is..." Holy Son Dayan took the jade bottle, and after opening it, a scent of fragrance hit his nostrils, making him change color instantly.

Both bottles contained a few drops of the sacred spring water from the ancient forbidden land, which was enough for them to recover from the battle just now.

On the other side, the successor of the Supreme Sect was also surprised. The breath of the divine spring water moved his face. This was a rare treasure.

Without any hesitation, the two of them quickly drank the water from the divine spring, and then began to adjust their breaths to quickly restore their vitality.

There are more and more people around, and some powerful people are even paying attention here.

After a stick of incense, the two finally returned to their prime.

"Can we start?" Yang Hao asked.

"Since it is a gambling battle, we will follow you if we lose, but what will happen if you fail?" Holy Son Dayan stared at him.

"If I lose, I will give each of you ten more bottles of the spiritual liquid just now." Yang Hao smiled slightly.

"It's a deal!" Holy Son Dayan said solemnly.

"Really want to join forces? Is the Holy Son Dayan shameless?"

Not far away, someone looked surprised. The descendants of the Holy Land were actually joining forces to fight against the enemy. Have the geniuses given up their pride?
"He has no confidence in his heart. Didn't he see that all the seventh princes of the Anping Ancient Kingdom have surrendered to that man?"

"The person who can make the Seventh Prince surrender willingly is absolutely terrifying!"

Everyone is watching, wanting to know how strong the person who made the Seventh Prince of the Ancient Anping Kingdom surrender is, and whether he can really defeat the Holy Son of Dayan and the others one against two.

"Go ahead!"

Holy Son Dayan and the successor of the Supreme Sect on the other side looked at each other and nodded.

The next moment, the two of them took action and attacked Yang Hao together.

Without any intention of probing, the two of them used the most powerful means as soon as they took action. The terrifying power that would make dragon cultivators tremble in fear surged in the void, and the mountains below shook!

The phantom of the golden holy sword was hundreds of meters long. It was slashed out by the Holy Son of Dayan. It pressed across the sky and erupted with an aura that wiped out everything!

His holy sword was taken away by Yang Hao before, and now he can only emit sword light, but it is still indestructible!

"Not even the cultivators of the Three Transformations of Dragon Transformation can stop this attack!"

In the distance, a powerful man spoke with admiration in his tone.

On the other side, the successor of the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou also took action. His name was Li Ling, and his strength was only a sliver away from that of the Holy Son of Dayan. Now he exploded with all his strength, and a huge purple palm emerged, shaking the sky, and struck Yang Hao fiercely. Press it away!

"It's too strong. With two figures like this joining forces, even the top descendants of the four great dynasties may not be able to win, right?" someone sighed.

"That person is still not hiding. Is he trying to fight hard?"

In the battlefield, Yang Hao remained motionless and his expression remained calm. The huge holy sword and palm print were about to touch him!
At the last moment, he finally moved. There was no extra movement, he just punched out!

The golden light bloomed, more dazzling than the holy sword, like a great sun emerging from the sky, extremely bright!

With one punch, the golden sword light of Holy Son Dayan was shattered instantly. Then with another point, the huge purple palm print was also pierced and disintegrated in an instant!

This scene made the two of them turn pale instantly, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

After attacking with all their strength, the opponent easily defeated their attack with just one punch and one finger, showing extremely calmness and calmness.

"It's my turn."

The next moment, Yang Hao spoke, his figure flashed, and he came directly in front of Holy Son Dayan, almost reaching the extreme.

Another ordinary punch fell, but Saint Son Dayan's expression suddenly changed. He felt as if the entire sky was falling with this punch!
All around, the void seemed to be suppressed. He tried his best but could not escape, so he could only passively receive the blow!
"boom!!"

As expected, he couldn't stop it at all. His chest was dented by the punch. The pores all over his body were pressed by the huge pressure and blood overflowed. His whole body flew out like a kite with broken strings.

(End of this chapter)