Chapter 1194 Ancestral Dragon Flesh (2/2)

Fortunately, he was right.

But he still shouldn’t relax completely because the Ancestral Dragon Flesh was the most ancient matter between heaven and earth, and generally speaking, even Nascent Source experts wouldn’t dare to refine it with their strength, let alone him who was only at the Heavenly Sun stage.

But at such a time, he had no other choice.

”Hahaha, Zhou Yuan, so you intend to save yourself with the Ancestral Dragon Flesh!” Jia Tu roared with laughter when he noticed Zhou Yuan’s plan.

His voice was filled with ridicule. “How ignorant are you!”

Jia Tu shook his head and didn't know what else to say. Even if Zhou Yuan had reached the end of his life, at least he could live a little longer. But if he attempted to refine the Ancestral Dragon Flesh, he would be annihilated in an instant.

As the strongest at the Sacred Race’s Heavenly Sun stage, he knew far more secrets than Zhou Yuan. This was why he knew it was stupid and ignorant to attempt to refine the Ancestral Dragon Flesh.

Zhou Yuan ignored his mocking laughter. How wouldn’t Zhou Yuan know about the risks involved? One’s cultivation path was always full of twists and turns. If one didn’t fight with their lives at the critical moments, how could one seize earth shattering opportunities?

A determined glint came to his eyes and he stepped forward without any hesitation. He opened his mouth wide and took a bite of the invisible Ancestral Dragon Flesh in front of him.

Boom!

As the strand-of-hair-like Ancestral Dragon Flesh entered his body, he felt an ancient and vast power exploding inside.

The power was so terrifying that even he felt fearful of what could happen.

“This isn’t good.”

He sighed inwardly. That power was a supreme power in the world and was simply uncontrollable. At the very least, he couldn’t control it with his present strength.

Even though he had cultivated the Ancestral Dragon Scripture!

Ultimately he was still too weak!

Someone at his level couldn’t endure the Ancestral Dragon Flesh’s power.

Zhou Yuan raised his hand and saw his shrivelled arm silently crumbling into dust and drifted away. His flesh was directly decomposed by the Ancestral Dragon Flesh’s power.

Countless people from the five heavens paled at the scene.

Bai Xiaolu also sighed inwardly, her eyes dimming.

“Your Highness!”

Su Youwei sprang up and was about to take a step forward when she suddenly collapsed and tumbled down the hill in front of her. When she finally stabilized herself, she was already severely injured and unable to move an inch.

She stared ashen-faced at the gradually decomposing figure and tremblingly stretched out her slender hand stained with mud as if to hold onto him.

“Your Highness—” she muttered, tears coursing downing her cheeks.

A sorrowful feeling wildly attacked her heart and caused piercing pain.

Wu Yao clenched her hands with an extremely complicated expression on her beautiful face. She stared at the figure and raised her brows. “Zhou Yuan, you can’t die here. I haven't retrieved my Sacred Dragon Blessing from you yet!”

Zhao Mushen's expression changed indefinitely, and in the end, he stroked his chin, saying, “Zhou Yuan, you can go in peace. I will replace you and become the strongest at the Heavenly Sun stage.”

“Hahaha!”

Jia Tu's laughter reverberated again. He laughed so hard that he almost shed a tear. He was delighted to see Zhou Yuan die in front of him before the Saint fire melt him completely.

Even a Saint expert can’t save that idiot now!