Chapter 1692 - 101: Defeating the Demon Emperor with Three Punches!
South of the Great Xia, within the Demon Country’s territory.
As the Martial Saint Spirit Body pointed a finger, white light burst forth, entering the forehead of the dragon’s head.
Buzz——
Boom——
A low buzzing sound came first, then transformed into the roar of a red explosion.
The most dazzling white light shot out from the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even the scales of the dragon’s head.
Only one breath.
The dazzling light vanished.
The evil dragon seemed to lose all support and slowly fell downward.
Rumble——
As it crashed heavily to the ground, the earth shook, and rocks fell.
The dragon’s tail fell back into the dark ink pool with a thunderous crash, creating towering waves, roaring loudly.
Its head drooped powerlessly onto the jagged pile of bones, the light in its scarlet vertical pupils completely dimmed, its breath gone.
The ethereal white light around the Martial Saint Spirit Body circulated as usual, slowly retracting his finger as if merely wiping away dust.
At this moment.
Jiang Ning and others had yet to recover from the shock of the dragon’s downfall when the space above the icy pool suddenly rippled like water.
An aura far more ancient and majestic than the evil dragon emanated from the depths of the void, causing the entire Dragon Burial Abyss to tremble and hum in unison.
"Mo Chen, long time no see."
The deep voice wasn’t loud, yet it echoed directly in the Divine Soul and Heart Spirit of everyone, resonating within their bodies.
Demon King Black Feather’s expression changed drastically, immediately kneeling on the ground, not daring to even lift his head.
In the Demon Clan, strength is revered, and the hierarchy of bloodlines and power is extremely strict.
At this moment, Bai Li also bowed his head, his ice-blue eyes flashing with a trace of complexity.
As the voice fell, a figure slowly materialized at the center of the ripples.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a black dragon-patterned robe, appeared with ink-like long hair and sharp, cold features, his vertical pupils deep as an abyss, faintly gleaming with gold light.
He stood with his hands behind his back above the icy pool, with no demonic energy flowing around him, instead exuding a tranquil silence as if merging with the heavens and earth.
Demon Emperor!
Jiang Ning’s heart froze.
Though he had never seen him, the man’s aura and demeanor made him instantly understand that this was the legendary ruler of the Demon Country.
"Mo Chen!" The name surfaced in his heart again.
This name had just been spoken by the Demon Emperor.
"Could it be that the Martial Saint’s name is Mo Chen?" The thought crossed his mind.
Meanwhile, the Demon Emperor’s gaze did not fall on the Martial Saint Spirit Body or Bai Li, but scanned over the evil dragon’s corpse in the icy pool, a faint hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"Mo Chen, after so many years, your strikes are as decisive as ever. This fallen dragon delved into demonic ways, seeking to devour the flesh and soul of beings to advance further, aiming for Dragon Transformation, but today, it finally met its end, putting my mind at ease." The Demon Emperor looked at the Martial Saint Spirit Body enveloped in ethereal white light, his voice calm.
"Speak! Why summon me here?" The Martial Saint Spirit Body replied indifferently, "Using the Holy Martial Order for a dragon with less than five thousand years of Dao is a waste of resources; surely your intentions are more complex?"
The Demon Emperor shook his head lightly, "There are no intentions; it’s merely that if I don’t use the Holy Martial Order, this token might become a useless trinket."
As his voice fell, an intense and sharp aura filled the surroundings, causing Jiang Ning and the others to feel a chilling sensation, as if needles pierced their backs, making their entire bodies cold.
The Demon Emperor continued, "The Holy Martial Order agreement is fulfilled today. However, though this evil dragon is an anomaly among our Demon Clan, it ultimately bears Dragon Clan bloodline. Its corpse, spirit essence, and even the Dragon Origin about to coagulate are all properties of our Demon Clan. According to our ancient traditions, the remains of kin should be handled within the clan, not handed over to outsiders."
As these words fell.
A light laugh echoed in the area.
"I understand now! So you still want to challenge me to a fight! If you want a battle, just say so; why beat around the bush!"
The voice was plain yet tinged with a mocking understanding of everything.
The voice unmistakably came from the Martial Saint Spirit Body.
"Oh? So, Mo Chen, you wish to continue the unfinished battle from years ago here with me?" The Demon Emperor’s brow raised slightly, with golden light flowing in his vertical pupils, the silent abyss-like aura around him slowly began to rise.
Though he didn’t deliberately release pressure, the entire underground space of Dragon Burial Abyss seemed solidified, even the air became thick and heavy, and the flowing red magma on the rock walls slowed.
As the pressure spread, Jiang Ning felt his breath stifle, his heart gripped by an invisible hand, his Qi-Blood circulation stagnated somewhat.
The pallor in Bai Li’s complexion deepened, his ice-blue eyes flickering with concern.
Demon King Black Feather lay prostrate on the ground, his body trembling slightly, not daring to breathe.
"The mere pressure is terrifying; this is the Demon Country’s ruler, the Demon Emperor?" Jiang Ning’s heart grew heavy.
At this moment.
He clearly acknowledged that he is definitely no match for this Demon Country’s ruler.
The gap in strength is not of the same level.
This is not a chasm he can cross with the augmentation of various Divine Skills and traits.
"How many years of Dao does the Demon Country’s ruler, the Demon Emperor have?" Another thought rose in his mind.
At this moment, another light laugh echoed.
"It seems that over the years, you have accumulated enough confidence!"
The voice echoed in the spacious underground.
In the next moment.
The ethereal white light around the Martial Saint Spirit Body suddenly gathered, integrating into his body, and before everyone’s eyes appeared a young man with sword-like brows and stars for eyes, handsome features.
Then, this young man merely stepped forward in front of the Demon Emperor, whose rising pressure was enough to solidify space.
Rumble——
As he stepped forward, it seemed to shatter some invisible shackles, causing the entire underground space of Dragon Burial Abyss to tremble sharply.