CHAPTER 1079: CHAPTER 1069: LEADING CALAMITY EASTWARD

Haotian, who was closely pursuing Chen Hai, had a face like a dried corpse, and even if there were expressions, they were indiscernible.

However, the speed of the Nine Dragon Chariot under him had clearly decreased slightly.

"Dare to meddle in my affairs, no matter who you are, you must all die!"

The identity of Emperor Pan Ancestor as an outsider naturally couldn’t escape his sensing.

Clearly acquainted with Chen Hai, Emperor Pan Ancestor was immediately regarded by Haotian as Chen Hai’s accomplice.

Seeing me, not bowing down in worship nor turning to flee, Emperor Pan Ancestor’s reaction, in Haotian’s eyes, was a clear sign of support for Chen Hai.

With a low roar, his Supreme Dragon Fist crashed out once more.

Only now, his target had shifted from Chen Hai directly to Emperor Pan Ancestor.

"Ancestor, this person lies dormant beneath the earth of the White Bone Plain."

"His status should be quite extraordinary, and his strength is equally terrifying; killing us Quasi-Saints is as easy as slicing vegetables."

"Of course, before you, Ancestor, no matter how strong he is, he must obediently kneel..."

Having approached Emperor Pan Ancestor, Chen Hai halted his steps.

He clasped his hands in salute to Emperor Pan Ancestor and began to speak.

What he said was mostly true, though in some respects, there were slight omissions.

"Hiding beneath the earth of the White Bone Plain, then his lair inside..." Staring at Chen Hai, sensing no deceit, Emperor Pan Ancestor’s eyes lit up.

The more dangerous the place, the more likely it is to come with opportunities.

During his time in the Land of Slumber, what Emperor Pan Ancestor obtained was mostly found near the lairs of some killed ferocious creatures.

Not far off in the horizon, that mummy-like figure, possessing strength enough to crush typical Quasi-Saints, might his hiding place hold some valuable opportunities?

In an instant, Emperor Pan Ancestor had already drawn these connections.

For a Primordial Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal like him, items that significantly enhance strength are extremely rare, but not nonexistent.

What if fortune favored him, and after capturing that mummy figure, he found his lair, and truly unearthed some treasures that could enhance his strength?

With a kind intention, he had invited Sky Split and Sea Cover to explore the Land of Slumber together, only to be betrayed by them, leaving him in great embarrassment. Under the pressure of Divine Ancestor Douzhan and others, he was forced to flee into the Land of Slumber.

For this, Emperor Pan Ancestor simmered with suppressed anger.

Such a great humiliation, Emperor Pan Ancestor wanted to regain his dignity, but with his current strength, that was certainly impossible.

Racing around the Land of Slumber, he had only one thought: to gather as many opportunities as possible to enhance his strength.

In the mummy’s lair nearby, since there was a chance of finding something to boost his power, even if that chance was minuscule, he definitely didn’t want to let it slip away.

Thinking this in his heart, Emperor Pan Ancestor’s gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced directly towards Haotian in the distance.

And at that moment, Haotian’s Supreme Dragon Fist was already crashing towards him.

"Below the Primordial Chaos, you are the first to dare punch at me."

"No matter your identity or status, anyone yet to prove themselves in the Primordial Chaos is but an ant in my eyes."

"Let you experience the might of the Primordial Chaos Daluo, Quasi-Saint, prepare for death, mortal!"

Before he even made a move, Haotian had already charged at him, and with his naturally bad temper compounded by simmering anger, Emperor Pan Ancestor could not tolerate such a thing!

With a low roar, he exploded into action.

A billowing toxic green fog surged out of his body, forming a colossal hand that reached out to grab Haotian’s oncoming fist.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..." In an instant, the heavens and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost light.

White light and green glow, partially dissolved each other, partially swept outwards in all directions.

The foundation of Emperor Pan Ancestor’s path was the Poison Path, and his attacks were deadly to living creatures, even a slight touch could lead to annihilation, leaving only a pool of ooze.

Against the non-living, however, the effect of the toxin in his attacks was significantly less effective.

The mummy-like Haotian, though agile and still terrifyingly powerful, could not truly be considered among the living, but rather classified as the non-living.

In terms of absolute strength, he was somewhat less than a true Primordial Chaos Daluo Golden Immortal, but as the toxins had little effect on him, he showed no signs of weakness in battling Emperor Pan Ancestor.

"Clearly just at the Quasi-Saint Realm, yet able to control this world, who are you, ant?" Emperor Pan Ancestor questioned in anger, clearly shocked.

At a glance, having seen through Haotian being merely at the Quasi-Saint Realm, he initially hadn’t taken him seriously.

Yet now, upon clashing with Haotian, he realized something was amiss.

Though shocked in his heart, he became much more cautious in his actions.

While questioning Haotian, as he gained a slight upper hand, he directed a trace of consciousness back towards where Chen Hai had previously been.

However, in the brief moment he fought with Haotian, Chen Hai, who had been nearby, had already disappeared without a trace, leaving no shadow to be seen.

"That kid set me up, damn it, he diverted the flood east..."

Gritting his teeth, Haotian cursed.

If he had known earlier that this mummy-like guy was this strong, nearly comparable to himself, he surely would have turned and left, avoiding this muddy water altogether.

After all, the chance of finding something beneficial in this man’s lair was merely a slim hope.

While he didn’t believe he would lose to this human-like or ghostly figure, the opportunity to capture and kill him was virtually nonexistent.

"Calling me an ant with such arrogance!"

"Today, I’ll fight you to the death."

"Even if you kneel and beg me, don’t expect mercy from me, not a chance!"

Battling with Emperor Pan Ancestor, although Haotian had some lacking spiritual wisdom, he always remembered his status as the Three Realms Supreme.

In his eyes, Emperor Pan Ancestor’s incessant use of the term ’ant’ was more infuriating than directly attacking him.

Amid his wild cries, each Supreme Dragon Fist was fiercer than the last, each quicker than the previous, to the point where even his own defense was completely abandoned by Haotian.

It seemed that only by deciding a winner or loser, deciding life or death with Emperor Pan Ancestor, would he rest.