Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

"Damn it, damn it all..."

Duann Shuiliu’s face was ashen and twisted in an ugly grimace, his eyes spitting a cold light that seemed to want to devour someone whole.

He never imagined that Jiang Chen’s move to kill Qiann Daomo was just a feint. The real person Jiang Chen had been waiting for was him to make a move.

Using a borrowed blade to kill!

Using his own blade to kill his own man!

The corner of Jiang Chen’s mouth lifted into a faint smile. "Duann Shuiliu," he said, "don’t you just love killing people? How does it feel, killing your own brother with your own hands? It must be awful, right?"

"Jiang Chen... you’re courting death!"

Duann Shuiliu was seething with uncontrollable rage.

The three major tribes of the Icefield Race were constantly scheming against one another, each wishing they could swallow the other two. They showed no mercy to the experts of the other tribes.

But within their own tribe, they were incredibly united.

Duann Shuiliu and Qiann Daomo had trained together since they were children and were extremely close.

But now...

Qiann Daomo had died by his blade.

How could he not be furious?

His ice-blue eyes were completely bloodshot. His heavy breaths turned into a low roar. "Jiang Chen, if I, Duann Shuiliu, do not kill you today and avenge Qiann Daomo, I swear I am not a man!"

"Are you a man? You’re just a beast... no, you’re worse than a beast!"

The smile on Jiang Chen’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold killing intent. "Look at the dead members of the Purple Wind Clan. Among them were children too weak to even truss a chicken and elderly on the verge of death. They were all innocent. But you? Did you ever show them any mercy? The cruelty you showed them was worse than any beast!"

"Hmph!"

Duann Shuiliu sneered, "Spare me your hypocrisy. I don’t believe for a second you’ve never killed anyone."

"I have killed. I’ve killed many people. But I, Jiang Chen, only kill those who deserve to die. As for the innocent, I have never harmed a single one."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Duann Shuiliu, today I will take your head and offer it in tribute to the innocent dead of the Purple Wind Clan and to my Brother Wuu Rui, whom you brutally murdered, leaving not even a corpse behind."

He could never forget.

He could never forget the simple, kind eyes of the Purple Wind Clan members, nor the innocent children hailing him with cheers.

Even more, he couldn’t forget that somewhat simple and honest man.

But Wuu Rui had been so enthusiastic, so quick to treat him as a friend.

’Even though his strength wasn’t that great, and even though he was a bit of a pragmatist who always looked out for himself, Wuu Rui had cared for me from the bottom of his heart. He truly saw me as a brother!’

And now...

He had been killed right in front of him, with not even a body left behind.

Jiang Chen’s icy gaze landed on Duann Shuiliu. He suddenly let out a furious roar, "Duann Shuiliu, die!"

BOOM!

He stamped on the void, crossing hundreds of meters in a single step.

He threw a punch through the air, hurtling it toward Duann Shuiliu.

The force of the punch was fierce, like an Azure Dragon bursting forth from his fist, baring its fangs and claws—savage and terrifying!

Duann Shuiliu snorted coldly. "Blade Drawn, Water Parted!"

SHING!

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he turned his Battle Blade from its spine to its edge, aimed it at Jiang Chen, and swung upward in a single stroke.

WHOOSH...

As the blade’s light shot toward the sky, one could almost hear the gurgle of a flowing stream—a sound as pleasant as ringing bells, yet its power was enough to destroy a city!

CLANG!

The blade’s light soared, striking the head of the dragon-shaped fist projection.

A shower of blinding sparks erupted.

Duann Shuiliu let out a low growl. "Break!"

He gripped the hilt with both hands and, with the Battle Blade pointing up, charged forward abruptly.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sharp edge of the blade sliced into the dragon’s head. As Duann Shuiliu rushed forward, he split the projection in two, from head to tail, with a single cleave.

"Ice and Snow World!"

The moment Duann Shuiliu shattered the dragon-shaped fist projection, he activated another powerful Blade Technique.

As soon as this technique appeared, the swirling snow between heaven and earth suddenly froze in place. In the next instant, an even more violent blizzard swept over everything. Goose-feather-like snowflakes drifted down, transforming into sharp daggers in the gale as they rushed toward Jiang Chen.

In the heart of the blizzard, endless snowflakes continuously hardened, coating themselves in an icy-blue frost and transforming into countless Ice Cones.

As Jiang Chen’s figure shot backward, he brandished his Battle Sword. Flashes of Sword Aura appeared before him, forming a circular Sword Curtain that fanned out like a peacock’s tail to block the attack.

The Ice Cones slammed against the Sword Curtain.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

The sharp Sword Aura shattered the Ice Cones one by one, but many still managed to slip past him.

They landed on the city’s pavilions and streets below.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Each Ice Cone exploded on impact, causing buildings to collapse and shatter. A thick layer of hard ice coated the broken walls and ruins. The ground was pitted and riddled with holes—a complete wreck, like ruins that had been sealed in ice and snow for ages.

"Icebound..."

Duann Shuiliu gripped the hilt with both hands, raising the Battle Blade high above his head. His features suddenly hardened, his face turning vicious as he brought the blade slashing down. "Thousand Years!"

Icebound Thousand Years!

This was the First Technique from the Ice King Race’s sacred ancestral text, the >.

Legend had it...

...that if one cultivated this secret text to its ultimate level, a single slash of the blade could freeze three thousand worlds.

However, most of the text had long been lost, with only an incomplete fragment remaining.

But even so, it was a tome comparable to a Celestial-Tier High-Level Martial Skill!

CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

This blue blade aura stretched for hundreds of zhang, like a supreme bolt of silk descending from the heavens.

As the bolt of blue blade aura slashed down from the sky, the swirling snow in its path froze solid, becoming ice sculptures suspended in mid-air. Shards of blue ice swirled around the peerless blade aura.

"Secrets of Ice, Secrets of Wind, and Secrets of Water? I didn’t expect you to have actually fused three Mystical Techniques," Jiang Chen said, a brilliant light bursting from his eyes.

Duann Shuiliu said proudly, "I am ranked two-thousandth on the Human Venerable List. What’s a mere Mystical Technique Fusion of three types? Jiang Chen, I admit you are a decent opponent. With your ability, you could even rank in the top two thousand five hundred on the Human Venerable List. But it’s a pity you met me today. You... will surely die!"

Even as he spoke, the icy blade aura never paused, cutting through all resistance as it slashed down before Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen struck out with his sword several times in succession.

But whenever his Sword Aura touched the icy blade aura, it was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture and then mercilessly crushed.

The blue blade aura drew closer and closer.

Jiang Chen’s long hair flew wildly, already veiled by a layer of frost. His robes had grown stiff, with streaks of ice clinging to them.

Even his arms were starting to feel numb from the cold.

His movements grew more and more sluggish.

Seeing the blue blade aura was now inches from Jiang Chen, and with a thick layer of hard ice already encasing his body, a triumphant and cold smile spread across Duann Shuiliu’s face. "Qiann Daomo, I have avenged you!"