On the spirit boat, there was complete silence.

Although the players on the spirit boat knew about Zheng Dong's strength, no one thought that he would be so strong.

Killing monks of the same level is like killing a chicken.

With just one move, the opponent will be completely destroyed.

Flying back to the spirit boat, Zheng Dong whispered: "Continue setting off."

"Yes! Senior brother!"

An inner disciple of the Danxia Sect responded respectfully.

He Daocheng stared blankly at the scene in front of him, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

As they were both in the late stage of foundation building, he knew better than others how terrifying it was for Zheng Dong to instantly kill Feng Yu with one move.

In other words, if he faced Zheng Dong, the outcome would not be any better than Feng Yu.

This kid is terrifying!

No wonder Dan Chenzi, the leader of Danxia Sect, chose him to be the team leader.

At this point, He Daocheng restrained his little thoughts.

After thinking for a while, he sent a message to a girl next to him with a copper ring around her neck: "Senior Qiling, are you sure you can subdue Zheng Dong?"

The girl in the form of a seven-feathered peacock shook her head: "I haven't fought before, so I don't know."

Hearing this, He Daocheng frowned and stopped talking.

Based on his understanding of the Seven-Feathered Peacock, the other party's words proved to be uncertain.

Otherwise, with Seven-Feathered Peacock's cultivation comparable to that of the Golden Core Stage, he would never have said this. After all, Zheng Dong was only a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk.

On the side, Qi Ling added: "The gourd in his hand is too powerful."

He Daocheng nodded in understanding and stopped talking.

After killing the true disciples of Wuliang Mountain, the group no longer encountered obstacles and had a smooth journey to the Divine Capital of Great Zhou.

If you think about it carefully, even the foundation-building monks have collapsed, is it possible that the second prince can still send the golden elixir monks?

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, Jindan monks were not just cats and dogs. With the ability of immortal monks to fight across levels, they were comparable to the master-level experts at the fifth level of martial arts.

Looking at the entire Zhou Dynasty, such strong men are rare. They are all princes guarding one side. Even with the status of the second prince, it is impossible to be mobilized at will.

If the power in his hands was really that strong, he would have ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor long ago. How could he continue to fight with the prince?

...

The spirit boat shuttles through the clouds.

For a moment, the city of gods was faintly visible.

As the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Divine Capital has always been regarded as the center of the Great Zhou. Whether it is population or prosperity, it is second to none in the entire Great Zhou.

The spirit boat had just flown over the divine capital.

Not far away, a simple and huge floating battleship hovered in front of the spirit boat.

On the floating battleship, there were rows of sergeants wearing silver armor.

These silver-armored sergeants are holding long spears and standing upright, looking very powerful.

"Tao soldiers!"

Zheng Dong said softly.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

Dao soldiers are only owned by the powerful Immortal Dao Sect. As the co-lord of the world, Da Zhou naturally has Dao soldiers.

Otherwise, how to suppress the immortal sects and aristocratic families in the world, and how to fight against the demon clan.

Ji Ming was very excited when he saw this group of silver-armored sergeants: "They are the divine strategy army of Duke Zhen Guo!"

"Shence Army!"

Zheng Dong and his party stood on the deck of the spirit boat, looking at the middle-aged general on the floating battleship.

As the spirit boat and the floating warship got closer and closer, the spirit boat floated in mid-air.

The two spaceships looked at each other in the sky.

Zheng Dong looked at the middle-aged general at the head and knew that he was the Duke of Zhenguo in Ji Ming's mouth.

"My lord, Li Si, pay homage to His Highness the Second Prince!"

On the floating battleship, a loud noise shook the sky.

This loud noise instantly spread throughout the entire divine city.

...

City of Gods.

East Palace.

The prince sat high on a throne carved with a golden dragon.

Suddenly I heard this loud noise in the air, and the wine glass in my hand trembled.

Even though the drink spilled on the floor, he didn't even know it.

"Your Majesty... Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Next to him, a eunuch-looking attendant whispered.

"Let them stand down!"

The eunuch immediately waved to the ladies singing and dancing below.

The musical instruments stopped playing and the dancer slowly exited the hall.

"You get out too!"

The prince looked at the attendant.

"Yes." The eunuch lowered his head, followed the lady, exited the hall, and closed the door.

The prince raised his head, as if he saw the floating battleship in the sky, and murmured: "Li Si is back unexpectedly, this city of gods is going to change!"

The second prince's residence.

In the courtyard.

A shirtless man brandished a three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand.

This three-pointed two-edged sword is made of black iron produced in the North Sea and has been refined through thousands of tempering steps.

Although the weapons made by Beihai Black Iron are powerful, they have one drawback: they are extremely heavy.

The three-pointed, two-edged sword in Ji Sheng's hand weighs twelve thousand kilograms. Not to mention ordinary people, even first-level martial arts monks cannot wield it at all.

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The three-pointed, two-edged knife struck the rockery in the courtyard, as if cutting through butter, easily cutting the rockery in two.

Sweat flowed down his muscular body.

He was breathing heavily, and his blood was like smoke, shooting straight into the sky.

Qi and blood are like pillars! Third level of martial arts!

Ji Sheng looked at the weapon in his hand with satisfaction.

It wasn't until he heard the loud noise in the sky that his expression suddenly changed.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is back!"

Compared to the prince's sigh, Ji Sheng's face suddenly darkened.

...

On a floating battleship.

"Grandpa!"

With tears in his eyes, Ji Ming looked at the middle-aged general in front of him, knelt on the ground, and choked with sobs.

"My child, you have suffered!"

Li Si stretched out his hands to help his grandson.

Zheng Dong and others watched the scene in front of them quietly without disturbing them.

After helping Ji Ming up, Duke Zhen Guo looked at Zheng Dong, cupped his hands and said, "Is the Taoist Master a disciple of the Overseas Immortal Alliance?"

"Pindao comes from Danxia Sect."

Zheng Dong nodded.

"Kindness without saying thanks."
To be continued...