Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

Jiang Chen smiled indifferently, and the purple-red five claws that were clasping the white-haired old man suddenly turned in the opposite direction. With a flash of terrifying afterimage, he immediately snatched it away.

With a crisp click, the white-haired old man who had lost the control of his five claws staggered and almost fell off the Holy Lotus, his face full of horror.

Looking at Jiang Chen again, he slowly raised the five claws he had taken away and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"The texture of these five claws is good. It is a divine object that surpasses Dao treasures!"

The white-haired old man was immediately furious and shouted, "Give me back my clan treasure!"

While roaring, he flipped his hands again, and a vast and terrifying beam sword formation attacked wildly.

Jiang Chen didn't even look at it. He swung his five claws backhand, and a terrifying purple-gold five claws shot out, smashing them all with a loud bang.

Under the blast of air, Jiang Chen only moved his long hair, while the white-haired old man on the holy lotus was blown away, and rolled several times in the air before he managed to stabilize his body.

At this moment, he was already in an extremely miserable state. Not to mention his dignity, even his face was completely lost.

He was the dignified patriarch of the Holy Hero Clan, who had defeated countless powerful men and even killed the leader of the Holy Church. He was a man of iron and domineering, but he capsized on the edge of this small, nameless world. It was a great shame and humiliation.

However, Jiang Chen's strength was too strong, so strong that even he felt an unknown fear, as if he could not contend at all.

"The treasure of the clan is quite powerful!" Jiang Chen played with the five claws in his hand and asked with a smile: "What's its name? If you call it, will it respond?"

The white-haired old man was startled and suddenly became furious.

At this time, Tai You, who was standing behind Jiang Chen, slowly spoke: "Heroic and mighty Saint Claw, no wonder you can collect the undead and even revive them."

After hearing this, Jiang Chen turned his head and was stunned: "Is this called the Mighty Saint-Destroying Claw?"

Tai You nodded slowly and said word by word: "The Holy Church was originally composed of five holy clans and thirty-six major clans, and among them, the five holy clans were the core."

"One Xiong, two Wu, three Ling, four Dan, plus a Supreme Holy Temple, these are the five major heresies passed down by word of mouth in your Taoism."

"Under these five major holy clans, each of them commands other major clans and countless small clans, forming a complete holy religious system."

At this point, Tai You looked at Jiang Chen: "The so-called one hero and two warriors are the Shengxiong and Shengwu clans. In the Holy Church, they are second only to the Supreme Holy Temple."

"Especially this Saint Clan. At its peak, it once dominated the other three Saint Clans and seriously threatened the status of the Supreme Holy Temple."

"The former patriarch of the Holy Hero Clan, Shen Weifan, relied on this mighty Holy Claw to kill countless powerful Saints and defeated the Ten Great Saints of the Supreme Holy Temple. He became the most powerful leader of the Holy Church, and even the Supreme Saint was afraid of him."

"Afterwards, Shen Weifan spent his entire life's magical powers on the peak of the Holy Hero, integrating all the unique skills and fighting techniques of the five holy clans and thirty-six clans of the Holy Religion, and recast the Heroic and Mighty Holy Claw, making it reach the supreme power of the unity of the Holy Martial Spirit Pill."

Having said that, Tai You took another look at the five claws in Jiang Chen's hand.

"The power of this mighty and powerful Holy Claw varies depending on the strength and endowment of the person who wields it."

“As far as I know, when Shen Weifan swept across the Taoist Xiantian world, this mighty Saint-Destroying Claw once exploded with eighty-one terrifying claws. Even the Taoist Xiantian Nine Creation Gods were suppressed. It even joined forces with the Supreme Grand Saint to severely damage the Supreme Grand Void in one fell swoop.”

"And the successive patriarchs of the Holy Male Tribe after him were able to exert the power of the fifteen claws at the very least, and they have always firmly held the position of the leader in the Holy Church."

Then, she looked at the white-haired old man coldly again.

"What generation of the Mahatma tribe are you? How come you can only use five claws? You have ruined Shen Weifan's reputation."

After listening to Taiyou's explanation, Jiang Chen played with the five claws in his hand with a meaningful expression.

The white-haired old man, who was originally furious, stared at Taiyou with extreme shock.

"You, who are you? How could you know so much about my Mahatma tribe? You..."

"You really don't deserve to possess this Divine Mighty Saint-Destroying Claw." Tai You snorted coldly and interrupted him: "It only belongs to the strong, untie it."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man gnashed his teeth in anger: "It's not that I'm too weak, but because I resurrected too many undead, consumed too much light source, and didn't get any replenishment, so now my strength is not as good as before..."

"Okay." Jiang Chen suddenly smiled and said, "Since you have consumed too much light source and your strength is not at its peak, I will give you time to recover. However, you have to gamble with me."

The white-haired old man frowned: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Chen said bluntly: "Subdue your Shengxiong tribe and bring them under the command of my Jiangchu Empire."

As soon as these words came out, the white-haired old man suddenly laughed in anger: "Don't even think about it. The Mahatma tribe has always had warriors who died in battle, and there has never been a fool who kneeled down and bowed his head."

Looking at his determination, Jiang Chen smiled calmly.

At this time, the White Flower Fairy next to him couldn't help but sneer: "If your Saint Hero tribe is really that powerful, how could you be driven out by the pagans and fall into the current situation?"

"My brother is giving you a chance, can't you see that?"

"Little girl, you'd better speak nicely." The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and said, "You can say that I am not strong enough, but you can't insult my Mahatma clan."

"The reason why my Saint Hero tribe has fallen to this point is not because we are weak, but because we fell into the trap of the Supreme Saint and Daofu, and my rebellious son betrayed us. Otherwise..."

"Wait." Jiang Chen suddenly interrupted him: "Why did Daofu set a trap to harm your Mahatma tribe?"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly: "You Taoists are all a bunch of hypocritical people who are sanctimonious. You are not trustworthy and not worthy of trust. There is no need for me to waste my time talking to you."

"Since you are so powerful, come and fight. Even if my Saint Hero clan is destroyed here, I will never surrender and suffer your humiliation."

Seeing the white-haired old man ready to fight to the death, Jiang Chen and Bai Huaxian looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone knows that pagan guys are strong-willed and courageous, and are born warriors.

But it is rare in the world to find someone as stubborn as this old man.

Seeing Jiang Chen narrowing his eyes slightly and gradually revealing murderous intent, Bai Huaxian suddenly became anxious.

She took a step forward and shouted, "You old... old man, you are too out of touch with the news and too stubborn to change."

"Let me tell you, my eldest brother and the entire Jiangchu Empire have completely drawn a line between themselves and the Taoist sect. We are ourselves, and Taixu of the Taoist sect is our mortal enemy. We are irreconcilable. Don't lump us together."

As soon as these words came out, the white-haired old man suddenly showed a shocked expression.

Of course he knew about the fight between Jiang Chen, Taixu and Taisheng for control of the void, but he didn't expect that the situation between Jiang Chen and the Taoist sect had reached such a point.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen slowly raised the mighty Saint-Destroying Claw in his hand.

"Senior, I understand that you don't trust the Dao Sect, but don't you want the treasure of the Shengxiong Clan in my hand?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped.

"I know." Jiang Chen said with a smile: "As the patriarch of the Holy Clan, you naturally have the secret to control the Mighty Holy Claw, but if I destroy it in anger..."

“How dare you.” The white-haired old man finally lost his temper and shouted anxiously, “You alone can’t destroy the sacred objects of my Mahatma clan.”

"Fuck, why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell the truth?" Jiang Chen raised his head and looked directly at the white-haired old man: "We beat even the Supreme Saint Ancestor of your Holy Church into a deformity. Is the sacred object of your Shengxiong Clan harder than your Supreme Saint Ancestor?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man became completely anxious: "You, you, you..."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Chen suddenly raised the mighty Saint-Destroying Claw in his hand: "How about I break one off and show it to you now?"

"No!" The white-haired old man waved his hand and shouted, "What do you want to bet on?"