Eternal Life as False Emperor

The massive boulder exploded with a thunderous roar, shattering into fist-sized chunks.

"Cough, cough." Zheng Yi spat out blood, struggling to stand up from the ground.

If he were an ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivator, this move would have rendered him completely powerless to fight.

The Nether Spirit Cultivator was so shocked that he couldn’t close his mouth, seeing Zheng Yi standing up unscathed despite having taken a palm strike from him.

Although he hadn’t used his full strength in that attack,

the gap between them was a whole major realm apart. Despite that, the other party could withstand his attack.

What kind of little monster is this?

"No way, I absolutely cannot let him go," the Nether Spirit Cultivator decided with murderous intent.

But before that, he had one thing to do.

"Kid, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. Hand over the magical artifact you used to kill my brother, and I might let you live."

Zheng Yi wiped away the blood from his lips and sneered mockingly, "It seems you’ve completely forgotten what I said earlier."

"I lured you here to kill you."

The more Zheng Yi said this, the more the Nether Spirit Cultivator disregarded him.

In the Nether Spirit Cultivator’s eyes, this little human was just a duck with a stiff beak.

He gritted his teeth and sneered, "Since you won’t hand it over, I’ll make you suffer."

With a flash, Zheng Yi only saw a blur, and the Nether Spirit Cultivator was already in front of him, kicking him away again.

Zheng Yi crashed through seven or eight large trees before barely coming to a stop.

This time, the Nether Spirit Cultivator struck with at least eighty to ninety percent of his strength, and although Zheng Yi was seriously injured,

he didn’t rely on any magical artifact but instead used just his physical body to withstand the attack of a Divinity Transformation Stage expert.

Even Zheng Yi himself found it somewhat unbelievable.

After kicking Zheng Yi away, the Nether Spirit Cultivator regretted a little, afraid of killing the guy and missing out on the treasures he carried.

However...

Zheng Yi actually stood up again, not relying on any magical artifact or forcing himself with something else.

That was quite frightening.

Could this damned human cultivator truly be at the Golden Core Stage? Could he be a Divinity Transformation Stage expert hiding his strength?

Before he could figure out what was going on, Zheng Yi had already adjusted his injuries and charged at the Nether Spirit Cultivator again.

Through these two attacks, Zheng Yi had validated his "Emperor’s Divine Skill."

This Nether Spirit Cultivator’s cultivation wasn’t low, at least at the mid-stage Divinity Transformation level.

Even at such a level, he could withstand attacks with eighty to ninety percent strength.

Moreover, after cultivating and adjusting for two or three breaths, he could almost completely recover from his injuries.

In terms of recovery, his cultivation technique was indeed very perfect.

Now, he could test its offensive power.

"You damn trash, I’ll kill you!" The small Golden Core Cultivator dared to provoke him, a Divinity Transformation Stage expert; the Nether Spirit Cultivator now wanted to tear Zheng Yi into pieces.

This time he held nothing back, unleashing his full strength in a palm strike toward Zheng Yi.

The formidable magical artifact he no longer cared for; now all he wanted was to obliterate this damned guy.

Zheng Yi raised his hand slowly, making a gesture of holding a sword.

Unhurriedly, he softly said, "Emperor’s Sword, slays millions."

Although Zheng Yi was empty-handed, the Nether Spirit Cultivator felt as if Zheng Yi was holding a golden, shining long sword.

The sword bore the image of a divine dragon coiling around it, exuding infinite majesty.

The palm force of the Divinity Transformation Stage expert was torn apart by this sharp sword, the sword qi rushing toward his throat.

At the critical moment, the Nether Spirit Cultivator desperately tilted his head, the long sword grazing his cheek and leaving a wound more than two fingers wide.

"Damn it, what kind of evil cultivation technique are you using?"

Zheng Yi smiled, "My Emperor’s Divine Skill is a righteous force, how could it be an evil cultivation technique?"

"Nonsense, what a load of crap!" The Nether Spirit Cultivator gritted through his teeth, shouting angrily with a fearsome front but lacking courage inside.

"Don’t think such tricks can scare me. The next time I strike, it will be your death."

Watching the other person’s eyes darting around frantically, Zheng Yi sighed deeply in his heart.

He had many moves left untested, not knowing their effectiveness.

Unfortunately, this guy wanted to run away.

Knowing he couldn’t possibly catch a fleeing Divinity Transformation Stage expert, Zheng Yi could only resolve the situation decisively.

"Since that’s the case, take this!"

Zheng Yi gestured as if holding a sword in the air, "Emperor’s Sword, slays millions!"

Everything seemed no different from before.

The Nether Spirit Cultivator gritted his teeth and counterattacked. He had already seen through the flaw in Zheng Yi’s move; as long as he could force the opponent away, he would immediately flee and never return.

Unfortunately, the ideal was beautiful, but reality was quite harsh.

Previously, when Zheng Yi used the Emperor’s Sword, he relied on his Golden Core Peak spiritual qi.

But this time, the spiritual qi Zheng Yi used was obtained through dual cultivation with Wenn Ziyan, at the peak of Divinity Transformation.

Though his current body couldn’t fully unleash the true power of this spiritual qi,

still, Divinity Transformation was Divinity Transformation.

Moreover, Zheng Yi’s self-created Emperor’s Sword, seemingly ordinary, contained incredibly terrifying power.

The process of unleashing the sword appeared plain and unremarkable, but just as the sword was about to pierce the Nether Spirit Cultivator,

the power accumulated at the tip exploded suddenly.

By the time the Nether Spirit Cultivator realized, it was too late.

"Not good!"

The powerful sword qi burst forth from the sword tip, piercing through the Nether Spirit Cultivator’s body as effortlessly as through paper.

It was so swift that the protective magical artifact of the Nether Spirit Race didn’t even have time to activate.

Only after the sword qi had pierced through the Nether Spirit Cultivator did the protective magical artifact barely activate, forming a blue shield enveloping him.

The Nether Spirit Cultivator glared with bulging eyes, unwillingly saying, "You... deceived... me..."

Zheng Yi shrugged innocently, "That’s what you said, I said nothing."

Using Divinity Transformation stage spiritual qi to wield the Emperor’s Sword indeed brought a pleasant surprise,

though its immense power came at a significant cost.

With just one move, Zheng Yi and Wenn Ziyan’s spiritual qi accumulated through dual cultivation during this period was almost exhausted.

If he were to use his spiritual qi to perform this move, even if it consumed all his spiritual qi, he likely couldn’t achieve even thirty percent of this power.

After confirming that the Nether Spirit Cultivator was truly dead, Zheng Yi hurried back to Chixiao Hall.

Goodness, their battle was still ongoing.

Lin Junrong and Zhao Shan were forcing a Nether Spirit Cultivator into a desperate retreat.

Fengg Xia and another elder were locked in an evenly matched fight with yet another Divinity Transformation Stage Nether Spirit Cultivator.

Zheng Yi was dumbfounded; what on earth was going on?

He had already resolved his fight one-on-one, while the others clearly had a numerical advantage, yet they still hadn’t determined a winner for so long?

Zheng Yi, holding a small sword, approached the remaining two Nether Spirit Cultivators with a mischievous smile.

They had just witnessed Zheng Yi use that seemingly inconspicuous small sword to unleash a force comparable to an Enlightenment Stage attack.

Moreover, they were unaware that despite its unmatched power, the small sword required a considerable time to gather spiritual power to be deployed.

Furthermore, with Zheng Yi having just fought with their companion and drifted farther away, his returning alone suggested their companion had likely perished by Zheng Yi’s hand.

Now, the demon was coming for them again, wielding that terrifying flying sword.

The two Nether Spirit Cultivators originally were just barely holding on.

Now, realizing the other two were dead, their morale instantly vanished without a trace.

In battles between Divinity Transformation Stage experts, victory or defeat could be decided in a moment.

With their reactions so extreme, if Lin Junrong and the others couldn’t seize this opportunity, their cultivation would have been in vain.

Zheng Yi’s return, taking no longer than a cup of tea’s time, saw the other two Nether Spirit Divinity Transformation experts fall one after another.

With the Divinity Transformation experts dead, the ordinary Nether Spirit Cultivators had no more will to fight and retreated swiftly like the tide.

They wanted to escape, but the Chixiao Hall disciples wouldn’t have it, frantically pursuing and killing these Nether Spirit Cultivators.