Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

The Mount Shu Sword Formation was renowned for its glorious battle achievements, and today, it faced a new challenge.

Eight thousand disciples activated it simultaneously. Sword light flooded forth like a tide, and the formation covered the sky, enveloping the world. It was like a peerless sword cultivator of Heaven-Cleaving, Earth-Sundering power, capable of slaying all in its path.

However, they faced the elite troops of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. A force of 10,000 Imperial Guards stood firm, advancing in silence with waves of battle intent and intense killing intent. As one, they formed an enormous and intricate Sword Array. Though it lacked the enhancement of formation patterns and the advantage of terrain, it still exhibited terrifying might, successfully suppressing the Mount Shu Sword Formation.

The Black Armored Army, though inferior to the Imperial Guards, was the product of the Third Prince’s meticulous effort over many years. Its soldiers were fierce and unafraid of death. They formed groups of a thousand to create the Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation. From afar, each resembled a 3,000-meter-long Nether Dragon, brandishing its claws as if to slaughter all beings and destroy the mortal realm.

This was an unprecedentedly fierce battle. However, Nanshu Jian Gong dared not fully engage the enemy. They were the weaker party, and any outcome—victory or defeat—would be unfavorable. Therefore, their only option was to defend and hold their ground. If they could hold off the assaults of the Imperial Guards and the Black Armored Army, they could drag out the conflict and return to the negotiation table.

BOOM!

The Imperial Guards launched their offensive, pitting their Sword Array against the other. A total of 10,000 men acted in unison, unleashing a single, coordinated strike. In an instant, innumerable sword lights converged into a massive 10,000-meter Sword Radiance. This beam of light propped up the sky and supported the earth, a divine strike of incomparable terror that cleaved straight toward the Mount Shu Sword Formation.

The power of this strike was too great. Although the 8,000 Mount Shu disciples managed to maintain their Sword Formation, the formidable force slammed into them, causing them to stagger backward while spitting blood. Their faces turned as pale as paper.

The Mount Shu Sword Formation was a Superior Grade Holy Formation of formidable might, but it also required an enormous amount of energy. Su Han had decreed that no Saint could take action. With just these disciples, it was impossible to unleash the formation’s true power, let alone withstand the Sword Array formed by 10,000 Imperial Guards.

BANG!

At the same time, the Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation created by the Black Armored Army also made its move. While the Imperial Guards applied pressure on all fronts, the Black Armored Army specialized in focused attacks, aiming to break the enemy’s defense at a single point.

"Quick, come help! We can’t hold on much longer!"

In the areas targeted by the Black Armored Army, the pressure was immense, and the disciples there were on the verge of collapse, forced to cry out for reinforcements.

One by one, disciples in the Supreme Realm rushed over to hold off the Black Armored Army’s offensive, but it was merely a stopgap measure, not a sustainable solution.

RUMBLE!

The war between the two sides erupted, shaking heaven and earth as sword light flooded the area like a tidal wave. Nanshu Jian Gong was at an absolute disadvantage. Already, numerous weaker disciples had been shaken until they bled from every orifice and collapsed to the ground.

This filled Sword Saint Lei Yin with heart-wrenching pain. As the Palace Master of Nanshu Jian Gong, he had the responsibility and duty to protect the entire sect and all its disciples. However, at that moment, even with his ability to split mountains and part seas, he was unable to join the fight.

Sword Saint Lei Yin was well aware that Su Han’s arrival with a large army would cost Nanshu Jian Gong dearly. However, to say it would lead to their complete destruction was unrealistic. First, they still possessed a certain amount of combat power. Second, Nanshu Jian Gong was a holy land with a profound foundation and was very respectful toward the Imperial Court. The court would not stand by and let such a thing happen.

Therefore, he could not take action. If he did, the nature of the matter would change, and that is when Nanshu Jian Gong would face a true catastrophe.

So, Sword Saint Lei Yin was waiting. He was waiting for casualties among his disciples to appease Su Han’s anger, creating an opening to resume negotiations. However, the wait was agonizing. Watching his own disciples being severely injured or even killed filled Sword Saint Lei Yin’s eyes with sorrow. The four elders beside him also looked on with unbearable pity, yet they were helpless.

"The Great Elder seems quite dissatisfied," Su Han called out, his eyes burning as he stared at the man. "In that case, let’s have a Holy War! As long as the Great Elder can defeat my uncle, this battle will be called off!"

Targeting only the ordinary disciples was not Su Han’s style. Without Saints entering the fray, it was all just a minor skirmish. He regarded the Great Elder, the grandfather of the Yun Jun Holy Maiden, as a hidden danger. Although the man posed no immediate threat, suppressing him now, given the opportunity, would be beneficial.

"Come out and fight!"

Wei Wenzheng stepped forward, his Holy Might billowing like a tide, warping space and condensing the surrounding Spiritual Energy. He directly challenged the Great Elder.

Even though Wei Wenzheng had a composed personality, he was a Saint who had fought his way up step by step and was not one to shy away from battle. Moreover, as the head of the Wei family, his status and strength were both above the Great Elder’s, so there was no way he would fear him. Wei Wenzheng had received a secret order from his father to assist in the battle, with a special emphasis on cooperating with Su Han. Therefore, he did not hesitate when Su Han spoke.

Faced with Su Han’s proposal and Wei Wenzheng’s provocation, Sword Saint Lei Yin and the others were taken aback, but they also recognized this as an opportunity.

Su Han has come in anger; today is a great calamity for Nanshu Jian Gong. If we can resolve this with a single battle, that would be for the best.

Of course, this battle would be challenging. The Great Elder was only at the Saint Realm Fifth Layer. In contrast, Wei Wenzheng was not only at the Saint Realm Sixth Layer but also one of the Mysterious Great Sword Saints. With immense combat power and a renowned reputation, his strength and innate talent were both superior to the Great Elder’s.

But the Great Elder had no right to refuse. Su Han had set his sights on him, and as the Great Elder of Nanshu Jian Gong, he could not shirk this battle.

"Your Highness has spoken. It is settled!" The Great Elder, showing his awareness of the situation, stepped forward voluntarily to face Wei Wenzheng.

"Uncle, don’t hold back," Su Han said to Wei Wenzheng without any reservation. "Don’t worry about whether he lives or dies."

This made Sword Saint Lei Yin’s expression turn worried.

WHOOSH!

Wei Wenzheng soared into the sky, entering the aerial battlefield. When Saints fought, the power was earthshattering and incredibly destructive, so naturally, they could not remain on the ground.

The Great Elder’s face was grave, but he showed no hesitation and quickly followed him into the sky.

High above, clouds drifted by under a vast blue canvas. Occasionally, a bird would traverse the heavens, leaving a beautiful arc in its wake.

Wei Wenzheng and the Great Elder stood in opposition from a distance, their fearsome Holy Might bursting forth from their bodies. Both men were Sword Saints, and their Holy Might surged like a tide, yet was as sharp as a sword. When their power clashed, it was like millions of sword lights colliding at once, creating invisible ripples that twisted the very fabric of the sky. The sight was terrifying.

Su Han looked up, watching this Holy War. Sword Saint Lei Yin and the others were also paying close attention to the fight.

Two battlefields—one in the sky, one on the ground—had erupted simultaneously. The final outcome was yet to be decided.

"KILL!"

Wei Wenzheng reached out, and a Mysterious Gold Holy Sword materialized in his hand. With a single strike, he unleashed a slash of Great Freedom Sword Qi that tore through the sky toward the Great Elder.

The Great Elder’s expression turned grave. He, too, drew his Purple Crystal Holy Sword to meet the attack head-on.

At this moment, the Holy War erupted