Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 272: Chapter 272 Supreme of the Six Realms

"The human contestant Ye An has entered!"

The referee's voice rang out loudly.

The surrounding members of the Divine Realm stared coldly at him.

He stood in place, stretching his neck as if warming up, waiting for his opponent to enter.

Meanwhile,

In the top-tier super viewing room,

Lin Ying casually walked up to a group of strong figures, sitting down on the couch as if he owned the place, even propping his feet up as if it were his home.

He scanned the surroundings with a single glance.

The arrival from the Demon Realm was strikingly distinct, with a body covered in purple lightning dragon scales, and dark purple dragon pupils exuding a violent aura.

Purple Palace Dragon King!

Currently dressed in Daoist robes, he twirled a Tai Chi ball in his hand.

After being seriously injured in battle with the parents of the White Ghost Emperor years ago, the Purple Palace Dragon King's temperament remained fierce, unable to accept that outcome. He swore to cultivate desperately, aiming to break through to the realm just shy of ascending to heaven. However, due to haste, he nearly fell into madness. Eventually, under the guidance of a human strongman, he donned Daoist robes to suppress his murderous intent.

Upon seeing him, Lin Ying noted that his gaze hadn't changed in millennia. Perhaps the methods of cultivating the heart that suited humans did not fit the Demon Race; the ferocity of the Purple Palace Dragon King had never faded.

Standing by the huge French window, the Purple Palace Dragon King looked down at Ye An, his eyes squinting.

Beside him, a tall and muscular giant chuckled heartily, "Such a formidable aura!"

Despite being over two meters tall in human form, the Purple Palace Dragon King only reached up to the giant's waist.

The giant wore the fur of some ancient ferocious beast, half of his body exposed, with explosive muscles pulsing with terrifying vitality. His black and white eyes, similar to those of humans, exuded profound serenity.

Seventh on the Ancient Asura Realm's Asura Ranking, coincidentally sharing the same sound.

Emperor Seven!

Upon hearing his voice, the Purple Palace Dragon King's volatile demeanor instantly toned down by three degrees.

Not because he was close to the other party, but because of Emperor Seven's strength!

The Purple Palace Dragon King might not rank in the top ten of the Demon Realm.

But the Asura Ranking in the Ancient Asura Realm was a list without any exaggeration. They had no reclusive experts or ancient deities who did not appear.

Seventh meant Emperor Seven!

In the entire Ancient Asura Realm, only six people could defeat Emperor Seven!

Watching this scene, Lin Ying found it somewhat amusing.

The Purple Palace Dragon King's temper subdued as soon as he saw Emperor Seven.

Emperor Seven, seeing that the Purple Palace Dragon King ignored him and didn't continue speaking, turned to Lin Ying with a curious and playful expression.

Lin Ying smiled and said, "Dear Seven Brother, it's true."

At his words, Emperor Seven's eyes narrowed, a hint of fighting spirit flashing through.

He was curious if Lin Ying had truly destroyed the teapot of the Holy God.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ying responded directly.

"Human potential realizes itself quickly. Haven't you reached your limit yet?" Emperor Seven asked.

"What do you mean by limit?" Lin Ying grinned, legs crossed lazily. "I'm not quite sure what that word means."

"Cough, cough." At this moment, the Purple Palace Dragon King suddenly cleared his throat, stopping their conversation.

After all, this was the Divine Realm's place.

The two of them didn't even bother to conceal their intentions, seemingly implying they wanted to ride on the head of the Holy God.

Sure enough, not far away, a naturally charming female demon licked her crimson lips curiously and asked, "Lord Purple Palace Dragon King and Brother Seven, are you really going to submit under the feet of the human race?"

The speaker was none other than the Demon Realm's founding ancestor, Asina Amy.

But few called her by her real name, mostly referring to her as the Demon Ancestor.

Asina Amy's strength was a mystery because since gaining fame, she had never been defeated, nor had she clashed with those supreme beings, with no record of such encounters.

Yet she herself was a supreme being.

Those who knew the inside story understood that those whose hearts were not stable dared not to engage with the Demon Ancestor.

Fighting her brought no benefit if victorious, but defeat meant a shattered heart, becoming nourishment for the Demon Ancestor.

Hence, some joked that the strongest in the Demon Realm was a woman.

And now, the Demon Ancestor stood here.

As soon as she spoke,

The Purple Palace Dragon King turned his head away in disgust.

Emperor Seven even shivered all over, taking a step toward the side of the Purple Palace Dragon King.

Because those martial artists with youthful blood in the Ancient Asura Realm were the best nourishment for the Demon Ancestor.

Emperor Seven feared meeting the Demon Ancestor the most; this female demon leader was difficult to deal with.

The Holy God Clan invited the Demon Ancestor to watch the game instead of other demon strongmen; there must be a reason to disgust Lin Ying and others inside.

Sure enough, when the Demon Ancestor saw everyone not speaking, she looked at Lin Ying with a smile and said, "This slave also wants to submit to the human race. Can Brother Lin Ying give this slave an opportunity?"

After glancing at the Demon Ancestor, Lin Ying frowned and said, "No."

"Too ugly."

The Demon Ancestor's face stiffened.

At her side, the spectators of the Ghost Clan were surprised this time.

How many realms has Lin Ying cultivated to? He is completely unaffected by the Demon Ancestor!

He might only be a little over ten thousand years old?

Such strength in a life as young as a baby!

Sure enough, the human race was a great threat to all realms!

I saw the Ghost King stooped, overlooking Ye An below, smiling.

"This young man named Ye An has an aura as fierce as a volcano, even the aura of the gods cannot suppress his fire."

"The future is boundless."

"However, too much strength can easily break."

"Hope he can be as heroic as today in the future!"

Lin Ying glanced at the Ghost King.

Every strong person has a title.

For example, the White Ghost Emperor, the Black Dragon King, these are all titles.

The fewer words before the title, the more modifiers, the weaker the strength.

The fewer words, the stronger.

Ghost Emperor, a single-word imperial title, the strongest in the power of darkness in the universe, can kill enemies in invisible.

Three thousand years ago, countless strong people, even young heroes, died in confusion.

Even Ye Tianwen's death that year was suspected by many on the Ghost King's head.

This man is too sinister here.

He said that Ye An's life is not long, and Lin Ying is hard to smile.

Because his true strength may still be above Emperor Seven.

This hunchbacked old man from the Ghost Clan, who is dressed in torn black cloth and has a full face, is the number one opponent of the human race.

Then, a sound of footsteps came.

Everyone looked at the gate, some looking forward, some looking solemn.

Finally someone pushed the door in.

Emperor Seven glanced at the corner of his mouth, and the Purple Palace Dragon King turned his head with a dull face to continue watching Ye An.

Because the visitors are not the Holy Lord expected by everyone, but Yening and his son Yeru.

For the cold eyes of everyone present, Yening still had a smiling face because he knew he was not in the same position as them.

But relying on the Holy Lord, he still dares to be arrogant.

I saw him walk up to the floor-to-ceiling window, bowing his head and smiling at Ye An, saying, "Everyone eats and drinks well, watching my Divine Twin Sons how to cut chaos thieves under their feet!"