Immortal Martial Emperor

"What audacity!"

The newcomer was none other than Zhang Weilong.

The moment he appeared, he shot straight for Hong Yu, unleashing a powerful Palm Light from mid-air.

A dazzling, fifty-meter-wide hand materialized out of thin air, large enough to seize an ordinary warship.

This man's strength was absolutely terrifying.

He was on a completely different level from Zhang Weihu—far more powerful and domineering, intending to kill with a single strike.

Hong Yu's gaze was grim. "You strike to kill from the very beginning. You and your brother are truly cut from the same cloth!"

That was all he said.

Hong Yu didn't dare to be careless. His opponent was, after all, an expert at the Ultimate True Dragon Level. A single misstep could mean total defeat.

'Many experts are secretly watching this fight right now,' Hong Yu thought. 'I can't reveal too many of my trump cards, but I also can't let myself be completely suppressed. Otherwise, I'll have no end of flies bothering me in the future.'

Having made up his mind, a cold, metallic glint appeared in Hong Yu's eyes.

"Thunderfire Heaven-Breaking Finger—Five Fingers Move Heaven and Earth!"

He roared.

The Spiritual Power in the air before Hong Yu instantly descended into chaos, forming a raging vortex. It even sucked up water from the sea below, which shot toward the sky like a Water Dragon.

A golden light slowly began to form within the vortex.

It was a golden finger.

The finger was enormous, dozens of meters long. It pressed down with a low HUM.

A beam of Finger Light shot out!

It slammed head-on into the Palm Light.

BOOM!

The collision of the two attacks swept out powerful waves of energy.

"Hm? So you do have some skill. No wonder you were able to defeat Weihu."

Zhang Weilong raised his eyebrows, which were sharp as arrows, and a grim Evil Qi flared around him. "But even if an Unparalleled Genius showed up to protect you, don't even think about leaving here alive today!"

The relationship between the two brothers, Zhang Weilong and Zhang Weihu, was extremely close.

Ever since they were young, Zhang Weihu had been a tyrant who constantly stirred up trouble, and it was always Zhang Weilong who stepped in to clean up his messes.

Anyone who dared to bully Zhang Weihu would be ruthlessly killed by Zhang Weilong, no matter the cost.

This was true even if his opponent was an Unparalleled Genius!

"Heaven-Reaching Demon Palm, suppress him!"

Zhang Weilong roared, his voice shaking the heavens and stirring up a storm of Spiritual Qi.

His palm slammed down.

Demonic light surged to the heavens. The phantom of a giant black tiger appeared behind him—a Mystical Illusion formed from his Darkness Mystical Technique.

The Darkness Mystical Technique was incredibly profound.

It was omnipresent and all-pervasive, possessing a powerful corrosive property.

TSSSSS!

Puffs of black smoke billowed out.

The golden light of the Heaven and Earth Finger was constantly being devoured and assimilated, turning into streams of black smoke. The Palm Light, now swirling with black radiance, became like a Demon Suppression Hand Seal that threatened to crush Hong Yu to death!

KRA-BOOM!

The finger of golden light violently exploded.

The palm, wreathed in black light, continued to surge forward.

Facing this attack, Hong Yu's eyes flickered, but there was not a trace of worry or panic in them. He took a deep breath. "Great Destruction Fist—Heaven and Earth Have Me!"

His Divine Demon Wings suddenly unfurled completely.

All six wings were over ten meters long and flowed with black light. They seemed interconnected, as if forming a Grand Array.

As the black light swirled around him, a torrent of Primordial Gang's Power, as turbulent as a great river, surged from the Infinite Primordial Embryo within his Dantian.

It converged in his right arm.

Rings of cyan light began to swirl around it.

They looked like dazzling, hovering armbands. A total of nine halos stacked upon one another as Hong Yu threw his punch.

Starting from his arm, the bands shot forward one after another, merging with the one ahead. The form doubled in size, merged again, and expanded again.

When all nine bands had completely merged...

...a circular, multicolored arc of energy had formed around his fist.

Within this arc, it was as if everything fell silent, space froze, and time itself stood still.

Within it, Hong Yu was the master!

Heaven and Earth Have Me!

With this punch, Hong Yu communed with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power, commanding nearly all the Spiritual Power within a hundred-meter radius.

This was the Great Destruction Fist, a Divine-Level Martial Skill that surpassed the Celestial Level.

If cultivated to its absolute peak, a single punch could annihilate everything, leaving nothing but the user between heaven and earth.

Of course...

Hong Yu was still a long way from reaching such a realm.

Even so, the power of this punch was not to be underestimated!

RUMBLE!

The fist's shadow flew, unleashing a torrent of energy.

This punch seemed to dominate heaven and earth, a truly unparalleled strike!

RUMBLE!

The two powerful energies exploded simultaneously, sending eight beams of light shooting off in eight different directions.

These eight beams of energy plunged into the sea.

Their impact spread, cutting through the water like blades, parting it to either side and revealing long, narrow channels in the sea.

The eight channels cut straight through the water, looking like eight ancient Cangtian dragons soaring through the sea, kicking up massive waves.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

As the waves passed, they battered the nearby ships.

Many ships under a hundred meters long were tossed about in the massive waves. A huge wave, like a giant palm, slammed down and capsized an eighty-meter-long ship. Several powerful figures flew out and hovered in the air, their gazes filled with shock. They stared at Hong Yu and his opponent, whose battle had just destroyed their vessel, but though they were furious, they dared not say a word.

They, too, were powerful True Dragons in their own right.

But...

...in the face of a clash at the Ultimate True Dragon Level, no one dared to make the slightest provocation.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The eight beams of energy shot out for a full thousand meters before they finally dissipated.

At their farthest point, the residual energy had still not fully dispersed. It exploded with a final, deafening roar, throwing up eight towering pillars of water in all directions.

They shot into the clouds, resembling eight ferocious Water Dragons.

HISS!

After the waters calmed, a series of sharp gasps could be heard from all around.

"Is this the combat power of an Unparalleled True Dragon?"

"Such terrifying destructive power! I feel like if I faced one of their attacks, it would mean certain death!"

"Who on earth is that kid? He can trade blows evenly with Zhang Weilong. I bet he's not just ranked in the top ninety Unparalleled True Dragons, he's probably close to the top fifty!"

"Top fifty? Pfft, you underestimate the Unparalleled True Dragons. Zhang Weilong hasn't even used his real strength yet. He didn't even manifest his Mystical Illusion!"

"Speaking of which, I just remembered—that kid defeated Zhang Weihu without using a Mystical Illusion, either. Doesn't that mean this isn't his full strength?"

"My god, just how strong is he? Where did such a Demon Fiend come from?"

Countless experts whispered amongst themselves.

Zhang Weilong had been famous for a long time, so his power wasn't much of a shock to anyone.

But Hong Yu was a complete unknown!

He was a newcomer rising like a comet, with a momentum so powerful it seemed unstoppable!

Zhang Weilong's gaze was incredibly dark, like the roiling Yellow Springs Water, surging with the hatred and killing intent an Evil Ghost feels for the living.

He spoke in a grim tone, enunciating every word. His voice was like grinding ice, filled with an endless rage that made one's scalp tingle. "Good. Very good. It's been a long time since I've met an opponent like you. State your name. I, Zhang Weilong, do not kill the nameless!"

"Hong Yu!"

Hong Yu stood proudly, his tone neither servile nor overbearing.

The six Divine Demon Wings on his back vibrated slightly, dispersing the Spiritual Power in the air. Cyan light flowed over his arm, making it look like a dragon's limb and inspiring awe in all who saw it.

The two men stared at each other across the distance.

Their eyes met, erupting with a powerful battle intent that seemed to clash in the air like tangible light, creating scorching sparks.

SWOOSH!

An oblivious seagull flew between the two.

BOOM!

The sheer force of their colliding auras crushed the seagull, causing it to explode. Nothing was left but a mist of blood and a few white feathers drifting down.

The air fell silent.

Everyone waited quietly for the two to begin their world-shaking battle.

However...

Just then, a troop of golden figures suddenly appeared in the sky, each moving at an incredible speed.

A powerful Evil Qi swirled above their heads, making them look like descending Godslayers under a sky of gathering black clouds.

It was a squad of ten soldiers clad in Golden Armor. Each one rode a circling, golden Desolate Beast, which was also covered in golden plating, giving off an extremely cold and savage aura.

"It's the Golden Spear Guard of the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom!"

"They say every one of them has a Primordial Embryo Realm cultivation, and their mounts are Golden Flying Wolves that can spit golden spears as powerful as Primordial Weapons!"

"The Golden Spear Guard is here? Are they going to stop this fight?"

The experts began to murmur among themselves.

"The Golden Spear Guard?"

Hong Yu was also taken aback and looked toward the ten newcomers.

Zhang Weilong also frowned at the Golden Spear Guard, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes.

Though the Primordial Embryo Realm Golden Spear Guard were strong, they weren't invincible in Zhang Weilong's eyes. However, they represented the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom, and he would not dare to provoke the authority of the Ancient Kingdom.

"Sirs," one of the Golden Spear Guard said, "we are under orders to maintain peace within the Ancient Kingdom's territory before the True Dragon Competition. Your actions are making our job very difficult."

His words were polite, but they carried an unquestionable authority.

Zhang Weilong snorted, suppressing his anger. "It was Hong Yu who struck first and injured my brother," he said in a low voice. "If you want to question someone, question him!"

The Golden Spear Guard turned to Hong Yu.

Hong Yu cupped his fists toward them and said calmly, "I am Hong Yu. It is an honor to meet you all."

"Mm."

Several of the Golden Spear Guard nodded calmly.

But it was clear Hong Yu's politeness had earned some of their goodwill, as their icy gazes softened slightly.

Hong Yu said calmly, "As for who started this, I believe everyone present knows the truth. But as for disturbing the peace of the Ancient Kingdom, I was indeed at fault. Please forgive me."

"There is no need for that,"

the Golden Spear Guard said, turning to Zhang Weilong. "Regardless of who is right or wrong, we hope this matter ends here! Otherwise, we will be forced to intervene on the grounds that you are provoking the Golden Spear Guard!"

"You..."

Zhang Weilong's gaze turned cold as he threatened, "I am the second-ranked True Dragon of the White Tiger Duchy, and my Crown Prince is one of the Ten Great Unparalleled Prodigies. What is this nobody in comparison?"

The Golden Spear Guard replied evenly, "This is the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom."

"I..."

Zhang Weilong's heart skipped a beat. He was furious but had no way to vent his anger.

He took a deep breath, his chilling gaze fixed on Hong Yu. "Well, well, Hong Yu. You're lucky today. You actually stirred up the Golden Spear Guard to protect you. But luck always runs out. I'll remember you. For daring to provoke my White Tiger Duchy, you are destined to not get far in the True Dragon War!"

Hong Yu narrowed his eyes. "How far I'll get in the True Dragon War remains to be seen, but I'm confident I'll get farther than you!"

"Hahaha! Farther than me? How ridiculous! You're completely ignorant!"

Seething with rage, Zhang Weilong said sinisterly, "Hong Yu, you had better pray you don't run into me. Otherwise, I will make you regret you were ever born!"

Hong Yu calmly raised his arm, slowly extended his middle finger, and said without a trace of fear, "I'll return those words right back to you."

"Heh heh heh... you're a dead man!"

Zhang Weilong snorted coldly and turned to leave, but his grim killing intent condensed into a powerful aura that enveloped Hong Yu.

Hong Yu's heart sank slightly, but his gaze was deep and filled with a surging battle intent. 'Zhang Weilong, is it? I hope I run into you in the True Dragon War!'