Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

The resonant sound, like swords clanging in unison, was exceptionally loud in the silent night.

Su Han strode into the Chaotic Burial Ground, a place where Yang energy was weak and Yin energy was dense. During the day, it might be full of life, but at night, it became particularly eerie.

However, Su Han had been to the Yuelan Ancient Battlefield, where the Yin energy was so thick it turned into a dense fog and even gave rise to Yin soldiers and generals. Compared to a place like that, this Chaotic Burial Ground seemed rather weak.

Su Han’s expression shifted as he felt a special energy stealthily seeping into his body. Hmm? This energy was not Yin energy, but plague energy. A mere touch could cause a person to contract a severe illness, rendering them weak and powerless.

The one hundred thousand skeletons in this place had all perished from plagues, and the accumulated plague energy was terrifying. Normally hidden underground and unnoticed, it had now been deliberately drawn out, potent enough to inflict a severe illness upon even a Supreme Realm powerhouse.

Unfortunately, this was useless against Su Han. With the activation of his Sacred Body, golden Qi-Blood surged, rendering him invulnerable to all evil. Never mind the plague energy; even Yin energy, Death Qi, and other negative energies could not harm him in the slightest.

This was the unique Sacred Body that Su Han possessed, and it was the source of his confidence to enter the Chaotic Burial Ground.

"It is the dead of night, and I, the Nineteenth Prince, have arrived as promised. If you know what’s good for you, release my people and kowtow to me in apology. Otherwise, when I make my move, I will grind you into paste and completely uproot the force behind you!"

Seeing no response, Su Han snorted coldly, leaning into his arrogant persona. By now, he had already sensed fluctuations in the Void and knew where his enemies were hiding. He attacked immediately, pointing his fingers like a sword. Numerous beams of sword light shot out, making space tremble with a bone-chilling cold.

"The world calls me the Sword Maniac, but you’re even more arrogant than I am! To act so smug when you’re caught in a death trap... I see you have a death wish!"

A familiar, arrogant voice sounded as a well-known figure appeared directly in front of Su Han. This person was tall and burly with a full beard and an untamable look in his eyes. Arrogance was etched into his very bones.

Sword Maniac?

Su Han looked at the bearded man, utterly astonished. He had never expected to encounter the Sword Maniac here.

The Sword Maniac hailed from the Ancient Chu Family, his background not much inferior to Su Han’s. He possessed unparalleled innate talent and exceptional strength, ranked alongside the Demon Swordsman and the Sword Lunatic as a rare genius among sword cultivators. He had lost to Su Han at the previous swordsmanship conference. Unexpectedly, three months had passed, and here he was again.

Wasn’t this a trap set by King Yama’s Palace? How could the Sword Maniac be here? Could it be that the Sword Maniac is a member of King Yama’s Palace?

Su Han’s heart pounded with disbelief, but this was just the beginning. Soon, he saw another familiar figure. On Su Han’s left stood a middle-aged man with an unkempt beard, a sword held in his arms. He stood in silence, not uttering a word, but his gaze on Su Han was sharp.

Sword Lunatic!

Besides the Sword Maniac, he had not expected the Sword Lunatic to be here as well. Both were powerful sword cultivators. If Su Han hadn’t burst onto the scene at the swordsmanship conference, first place likely would have gone to one of them.

"Nineteenth Prince, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death. Are you prepared to die?" a cold female voice rang out, filled with hatred.

Su Han turned his head and saw yet another acquaintance. Dressed in white, she looked like an immortal banished to the mortal realm—it was none other than Holy Maiden Yun Jin from Nanshu Jian Gong.

At that moment, Holy Maiden Yun Jin gazed coldly at Su Han, her beautiful eyes filled not just with murderous intent, but a bone-deep hatred.

"Alas, I didn’t want to come, but the thought of my defeat at Mount Hua causes a dull ache in my heart. It has become my Heart Demon. As long as you live, my Heart Demon will never be purged. So, I came!"

A sigh escaped, devoid of its usual cheer, replaced by a grim, murderous air. The speaker was a youth in plain clothes with bright, shining eyes—the Heartless Holy Son of the Heart Sword Sacred Palace.

Sword Maniac, Sword Lunatic, Holy Maiden Yun Jin, and the Heartless Holy Son. There were four in total, all famous sword-cultivating geniuses. Two were from an Imperial Clan and two were from Holy Lands; all of them possessed significant backing.

The Nanshu Jian Gong and the Heart Sword Sacred Palace no longer have any reason to exist! Su Han looked at Holy Maiden Yun Jin and the Heartless Holy Son, his eyes glacial and filled with killing intent. He was determined to exact revenge on the Holy Lands behind them as well.

"Your Highness is truly worthy of being a prince of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty, talking tough even on the brink of death," Holy Maiden Yun Jin sneered, completely dismissing Su Han’s threat. "You are doomed to die here today. There is absolutely no way you will leave alive!"

Today, they had laid an inescapable trap solely to keep Su Han here forever. How could they possibly let him escape to seek revenge later?

"The four of you aren’t enough to stop me," Su Han snorted coldly. His fingers formed a sword, and he suddenly slashed toward an empty patch of ground. Although the area appeared empty, when Su Han’s sword light struck, spatial fluctuations rippled, and a sinister beam of Holy Light materialized to block his attack.

"As expected of the recently famous Nineteenth Prince. To think you could detect my presence." The chilling voice grated like bones rubbing together, sending a shiver down one’s spine.

A gray-black figure slowly revealed itself from the empty ground. This was an old man dressed in a dark gray robe. He was short and somewhat hunched, with only a few sparse white hairs on his head. His skin was wrinkled and old, marred with age spots. He emanated an aura of death, as if he already had one foot in the grave, ready to die at any moment.

But his strength was formidable; he was a powerhouse at the Saint Realm First Layer. He also carried a distinctive stench of decay, a clear sign that he was a rare Corpse Refining Expert.

"That is the Rotten Corpse Saint from King Yama’s Palace," Holy Maiden Yun Jin explained, taking the initiative. "With him here, you couldn’t escape even if you had three heads and six arms."

This operation was led by the Rotten Corpse Saint. The other four had merely heard of the matter and decided to join forces to deal with Su Han. Although the Rotten Corpse Saint was only at the Saint Realm First Layer, Su Han was merely at the Supreme Realm Seventh Layer. With the four of them assisting, they were confident they could kill Su Han. Of course, they had also made preparations for any trump cards Su Han might possess. They were certain that this time, nothing would go wrong.

"Though I have no grievance with you, someone posted a mission with a reward that tempted even me. So, you should just accept your fate and die peacefully!" The Rotten Corpse Saint grinned, revealing yellow, decaying teeth. This Chaotic Burial Ground was his territory, and here, he was one hundred percent confident he could kill Su Han. He was therefore utterly fearless.

Four sword-cultivating geniuses and a Saint Realm powerhouse from King Yama’s Palace.

This predicament was one of nine deaths and a single chance at life.