The Saint Son had been suppressed by Lin Zhan since the hand-to-hand combat began, and he grew increasingly infuriated.
"Hah!" The Saint Son roared, the white holy flames burning on his Archangel pushing Lin Zhan back with immense inertia.
The Archangel held his sword in both hands, holy light overflowing from his body, and the chant began to ring out from his mouth again.
"It's a bit late to be chanting now. Xiao Jin, Xiao Hei, hit him with the Xuanwu Cannon!" Lin Zhan didn't give the Saint Son another chance to power up and directly ordered Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei to attack with the Xuanwu Cannon.
A massive ball of lightning and water energy was fired by the Xuanwu, a combination of Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, and it quickly blasted towards the Archangel.
"Boom!" The heavy Xuanwu water and the violent lightning dispersed outwards. After a puff of smoke, the Archangel's figure was revealed.
"Lin Zhan, you're dishonorable! You said it was a one-on-one duel, but you're blasting me with a cannon." The Archangel revealed a battered and torn body, with two of his wings drooping and the remaining two having half their feathers blown off.
"What did you say? I can't hear you," Lin Zhan said, feigning ignorance while mentally transmitting to Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei to prepare another shot.
Looking at Lin Zhan's clear eyes, the Archangel actually believed him: "I'll give you another chance to witness the true greatness of the Angel race. Mortal, you will regret your decision."
Before he finished speaking, the Archangel produced a sacred gem and began to chant again: "Holy light..."
"Boom!" Before the chant could end, another Xuanwu Cannon blast struck the Archangel.
While the smoke had yet to dissipate, Lin Zhan, wielding the Dragon Scale and stepping on lightning, flashed repeatedly towards the Archangel.
A domineering aura awakened within Lin Zhan's body, and a massive blade shadow appeared.
"Overlord Blade!" Lin Zhan became one with his sword, and a sharp blade light slashed across the Archangel's body.
The smoke dissipated, and the surroundings fell silent. The Archangel transformed back into the Saint Son's appearance: "You... are dishonorable."
The Saint Son's body was split in two from the middle and fell to either side. With this, the Roman Church team was annihilated.
"You say you're foolish, and you still don't believe it. I'm a beast tamer, why would I fight you with swords instead of my spirit beasts?" Lin Zhan mockingly said, looking at the dead Saint Son.
"Mission accomplished. What a shame about these four wings. Old Lin, let's call the brothers over," Ying Xuan and Zhang Haoran walked over, carrying two large wings, each about 3 meters long.
Lin Zhan transmitted the news of his victory to the Huaxia people and then sat down on the spot.
"Old Ying, let's get them roasting. These days, I've eaten chicken wings and duck wings, but never angel wings before."
"Boss, when they're cooked, give us brothers a taste too," Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, with their two massive heads, also leaned in.
"These guys are really cut from the same cloth. What kind of owner, what kind of spirit beasts. Old Lin is too much! Can these things even be eaten?" Zhang Haoran said, looking at the scene with a bewildered expression.
"Maybe, perhaps, they can be eaten. Why bother with so many questions? Let's just roast them first." Ying Xuan, a man of action, immediately took out several long spears from his storage space, pierced the four great angel wings, and began to prepare the fire.
In the deepest part of the tomb, three figures watched the group's actions and said: "These little fellows have some interesting ideas. The first ones to roast angel wings back then were Lord Chi You, the War Master, to accompany his drinks for him and that iron-eating beast."
"Yan, don't you notice that the child named Lin Zhan looks very much like you?" a burly man in black said to the person sitting on the coffin.
"This is a good child, just like I was back then: talented, handsome, and most importantly, smart and not bound by conventional views. He's a promising talent," the person sitting on the coffin was the tomb's owner, the great Huaxia human general Yu Longyan. He said with great fondness as he looked at Lin Zhan.
"You're thinking too much. What I mean is that he's as dark, treacherous, cunning, and shameless as you were back then."
"Black Second, you still don't know how to chat after all these years. Look, the elders haven't said anything. If you continue like this, you won't have any friends." Yu Longyan gave the man in black a look and continued, "Let's go. We've slept for so many years, our mouths are getting bland. Let's go ask that little guy for some wings to eat."
"Boss, you think I was wrong? He's even thinking about what his junior descendant eats. This is shamelessness!"
"You talk too much. You won't get any later," the black-clothed elder said and also disappeared from the spot.
"These two shameless fellows are actually going to ask the juniors for food... Hmm, smells delicious." Before he finished speaking, he also disappeared from the spot.
The Huaxia group also arrived one after another, searching the surroundings.
"Old Lin, what was our ancestor thinking, writing this line?" Ying Xuan asked, pointing to a line of text on a stone tablet.
"My descendants, if you wish to receive inheritance, kowtow ten thousand times and remember your ancestors."
"Who knows what the ancestor's intention was? If the Saint Son hadn't been so foolish and kowtowed himself silly, it would have been quite troublesome. We wouldn't have been able to deal with him so quickly," Lin Zhan said after reading the words on the stone tablet.
Xiao Jin, with its large head, nudged closer: "Boss, why do these words look so much like what our old man scratches with his claws?"
"Uncle Jin Jiao, you can write too?"
"Yes, my father said that even as a divine beast, one should be cultured. During that time, besides dealing with me and Xiao Hei, I was always reading and scratching words with my claws."
"You little fellow, you've got some insight. These words were indeed scratched by this old ancestor with my claws," a black shadow suddenly appeared beside Xiao Jin and said.
"Holy crap, boss, there's a ghost!"
Only then did everyone notice a burly man in black standing in front of the stone tablet.
"Kid, the heat on your wings is a little off. Come, let me roast them. Do you have any chili? Bring it out and put plenty on." Two people directly snatched the wings from Ying Xuan and the others' hands and sat by the fire to roast them.
Looking at the three people before them, the Huaxia team members didn't dare to breathe: "Holy crap, we're in a tomb! Where did these three ancestors come from? Are they humans or ghosts?"
"Look how scared you two have made these children. I said if you're ugly, don't come out and scare people," Yu Longyan directly blamed the Black Dragon brothers.
"Children, don't be afraid. Let me introduce myself. I am the owner of this tomb, the great Huaxia human general Yu Longyan, who served under Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi in ancient times."
"These two are the Black Dragon Emperor and the Black Dragon King of the Black Dragon tribe, who are also the guardian divine beasts of the Yu Long clan."
"The three of us brothers are not dead, but have been slumbering until now. Now that we've awakened, we want to see how things are and bestow some blessings upon our descendants. You children look good. After the ancestor finishes eating, I'll give you some good things as a见面礼 (meet-and-greet gift)."
Lin Zhan heard this and realized it was his ancestor Yu Longyan. He immediately rushed forward and cried loudly: "Ancestor! You have no idea, your grandsons have been living a hard life. Just now, your grandson was almost beaten to death by these bird people. Your grandson risked his life to kill these bird people just so you could eat some fresh roasted wings."
Yu Longyan looked at the tearful Lin Zhan: "Grandson, your shamelessness has a lot of the ancestor's style from back then."