Immortal Martial Emperor

"You’re next!"

Hong Yu said calmly.

A peaceful, placid smile graced his features, making him look completely harmless.

But behind him stood a genius whose head he had just lopped off. Blood was now gushing from the bowl-sized stump of his neck.

The stark contrast between his serene demeanor and the gory scene created a chilling, brutal swagger.

GULP.

It was impossible to tell who had swallowed so audibly, but the sound snapped the stunned crowd out of their daze.

All eyes turned to the now-headless body of Ding Zhentian, faces etched with horror and disbelief.

Although Ding Zhentian’s power had been greatly diminished after losing his Five Yin Demonic Intent and using the Heart and Soul Blood Lock—robbing him of his qualifications to be considered True Dragon Level—he was by no means weak.

And yet...

In a single, fleeting exchange, Hong Yu had decapitated him.

The shock of it was palpable.

In an instant, the experts who had been mocking Hong Yu for overestimating his own abilities by fighting six great prodigies alone all changed their tune...

"So damn strong! He killed a Primordial Core Realm expert in one blow!"

"Holy crap! With that kind of power, Hong Yu’s combat strength might just be on par with Yao Yueye’s!"

"I thought Hong Yu was a dead man for sure, but now it looks like he actually has the power and confidence to win this thing!"

"To face an assault from six True Dragon Level prodigies alone, not only surviving but turning the tables to claim victory... a feat like that is enough to rank Hong Yu among the strongest geniuses of the Southern Ten Nations, right up there with Yao Yueye!"

Hearing the crowd’s buzzing commentary,

Zheng Tian’s eyes flickered, and a complex, indecipherable expression crossed his face as he looked at Hong Yu. A bitter taste filled his mouth. ’I used to think I could surpass him after the tournament. But now... it seems no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to keep up with him...’

High in the sky.

Jian Chen looked at Yao Yueye. "If you were to fight him, who would have the better odds?"

Yao Yueye’s expression grew pensive. "Fifty-fifty," he said quietly.

"Oh."

Jian Chen nodded.

Inside, however, his mind was reeling.

He had asked a similar question not long ago, and at the time, Yao Yueye’s answer had been full of confidence, certain that victory was his for the taking.

But now, all he could say was "fifty-fifty."

It was clear that the surge in Hong Yu’s strength after his breakthrough was enough to make even Yao Yueye feel threatened.

...

"Ling Bingxin, are you scared?" Ziyan Wuhen suddenly asked.

Ling Bingxin glanced at him. "Are you?" she asked coolly.

"Me? I’m terrified!"

Ziyan Wuhen grinned, but the fighting spirit in his eyes only intensified, glowing with a grim light. "I’m trembling all over. I feel like my blood is about to catch fire. Heh heh heh... not since I lost to Yao Yueye have I faced such a powerful opponent."

Ling Bingxin nodded. As this famously cold and proud prodigy licked her lips, the very air around them froze into a sheet of frost.

She said coldly, "If we can’t even kill him, then there’s no point in us ever challenging Yao Yueye again."

Meng Tian nodded as well, a bloodthirsty madness in his eyes. "I still have plenty of trump cards I haven’t played yet!"

’Are these people all lunatics?’

Hong Renjie glanced at the others, internally ecstatic. ’This is for the best, though. Only by killing this guy will I have a chance to get that Treasure.’

In that short exchange, the four of them reached a consensus.

They attacked Hong Yu simultaneously.

"Ice Dragon Roar!"

Ling Bingxin attacked first.

Her slender hands traced a disc of light in front of her. The Power of Ice Soul gathered within the Energy Disc, glowing with a blue, frozen luster. With a two-handed shove, Ling Bingxin sent it flying.

An ice dragon, a full meter thick, materialized, its body covered in menacing scale armor.

Five ferocious, steel-like dragon claws thrashed beneath it, each tipped with razor-sharp talons.

The Ice Dragon roared as it charged toward Hong Yu.

Ziyan Wuhen immediately leaped onto the Ice Dragon’s head.

His entire body was wreathed in purple flames, and every spark that danced across his skin looked like a miniature Flame Strange Beast.

"Jet Flame!"

The flames on Ziyan Wuhen’s body surged wildly.

In an instant, a soaring Flame Dragon, in no way inferior to the Ice Dragon, coalesced before him.

This Flame Dragon Soaring coiled around Ziyan Wuhen’s body.

Wreathed in a Flame Dragon Soaring, riding atop a long, frozen dragon.

Ziyan Wuhen charged toward Hong Yu with astonishing power. In his wake, the ground froze over, while the surrounding air sizzled and burned, growing scorchingly hot and stuffy.

Ice and Fire Double Heaven!

Facing the two rampaging dragons of intertwined ice and fire, Hong Yu merely raised an eyebrow, let out a booming laugh, and charged forward.

With wide, sweeping motions, he threw two punches, one from the left and one from the right, like a double-fisted strike aimed at the ears.

BOOM! BOOM!

The first of the two punches slammed into the Ice Dragon’s head.

A shower of ice shards exploded from the meter-thick dragon’s head, and the sheer force of the blow knocked it violently to one side.

Hong Yu’s other fist was already swinging in from the opposite direction.

This punch was no weaker than the last, and as the Ice Dragon’s head swung right into its path, Hong Yu let out another booming laugh. With a final BOOM, his fist connected.

It smashed directly into the Ice Dragon’s eye socket.

CRACK!

The Ice Dragon’s eye socket instantly shattered, and Hong Yu’s fist sank in halfway.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!

With the eye socket as the epicenter, cracks spiderwebbed outward, quickly covering the entire Ice Dragon.

Two simple punches, one from the left and one from the right, had nearly destroyed the entire majestic Ice Dragon?

Ziyan Wuhen’s heart pounded in his chest. Standing on the dragon’s head, he had been thrown off balance by the impacts, but fortunately, his Primordial Core Realm cultivation already allowed him to move freely through the air.

He leaped high into the air, as if kicking off the void itself.

He then plummeted back down, the flames gushing from his body transforming him into a Fiery Flame Demon God as he executed a flying kick in mid-air!

The surging flames coalesced into Fire Dragons that coiled around his legs as he unleashed a barrage of vicious kicks.

Each kick generated a powerful, howling shockwave.

Even before the shockwaves reached him, Hong Yu could feel the immense power sweeping toward him, the blast of searing air contorting the muscles on his face.

His robes whipped about violently.

Hong Yu’s eyes narrowed. He sneered, "Pathetic tricks. Watch me cripple those two troublesome legs of yours!"

Hong Yu hadn’t forgotten, after all.

During the earlier siege, this very Ziyan Wuhen had shown him not an ounce of mercy!

He splayed his fingers like a tiger’s claw and lunged for Ziyan Wuhen’s legs.

TSSSSS!

The moment his hands clamped around Ziyan Wuhen’s legs, a plume of black smoke billowed up.

Hong Yu felt a terrifying heat sear his palms.

If his Eight Desolates Saint Slaying Technique hadn’t reached the Eighth Transformation Realm, and if he wasn’t empowered by the Eight Great Martial Arts True Intentions—making his body comparable to a peak Earth-Level Primordial Weapon—his hands would have been burnt to a crisp by these flames.

"Get down here!"

Hong Yu roared.

He yanked hard with both hands, performing a sort of over-the-shoulder throw. Ziyan Wuhen lost his balance and screamed as Hong Yu swung him through the air.

Grabbing Ziyan Wuhen by the legs, Hong Yu viciously smashed him into the Ice Dragon below.

BOOM!

The purple flames flickered, and the force of the impact slammed the already-damaged Ice Dragon hard into the ground.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Hong Yu swung him again and again.

With each swing, he used Ziyan Wuhen like a heavy hammer, smashing him against the Ice Dragon, sending ice shards flying everywhere. After thirty to fifty brutal impacts, more than half the bones in Ziyan Wuhen’s body were broken, his internal organs ruptured and severely damaged.

The purple flames that had wreathed his body were long gone.

Instead, as the Ice Dragon shattered, Ziyan Wuhen became coated in a layer of blue ice crystals. His lips turned black, and his eyes filled with absolute terror.

Even his defeat at Yao Yueye’s hands hadn’t been this humiliating!

After all, Yao Yueye had simply sent most of the experts flying with a single sword strike.

Ziyan Wuhen, Ling Bingxin, and Prince Zhui Ri had only suffered minor injuries in that fight, nothing more!

But this...

Hong Yu was using him like a hammer, slamming him into the ground again and again. This was a fucking humiliating way to be defeated.

"Get lost!"

Hong Yu yelled coldly.

He swung Ziyan Wuhen in a full circle over his head and then let go. Ziyan Wuhen screamed as he was sent flying high into the air.

He flew for a full hundred meters before crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched a few times, then his eyes rolled back and he passed out cold.

However...

A faint, satisfied smile touched the lips of the unconscious Ziyan Wuhen.

It seemed that simply escaping Hong Yu’s grasp was a blessing greater than any other. Even being severely injured and near death was a more pleasant fate than being used as a club and slammed into everything!

Though it takes time to describe,

in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Before Ling Bingxin and the others could even react, Hong Yu had already beaten Ziyan Wuhen beyond recognition and thrown him away.

Ling Bingxin’s expression changed. She looked at Hong Renjie and Meng Tian. "What are you gaping at? Attack now! If we delay any longer, he’ll pick us off one by one!"

"Damn it, let’s go all out!"

"Right, let’s do it!"

Hong Renjie nodded sharply. He glanced over at Feng Xue Xin, who was lying in the distance, apparently still unconscious. Gritting his teeth, he activated a Seal Technique. The Blood Curse Power jolted Feng Xue Xin, who struggled painfully to his feet.

Hong Renjie said coldly, "Feng Xue Xin, if you ever want to see Luoo Xiaoguai again, you will kill Hong Yu for me."

Feng Xue Xin’s eyes were bloodshot. He took a deep breath and walked over in silence.

The once-unstoppable lineup of six great experts had now been reduced to just four.

One of the other two had been beheaded by Hong Yu, and the other was of unknown status. The turn of events was simply unbelievable.

At this moment...

The four remaining geniuses, led by Hong Renjie, felt an immense pressure weighing down on them.

This battle was no longer about the astronomical bounty; it had evolved into a struggle for survival.

Hong Renjie knew full well that after they had surrounded, relentlessly pressured, and nearly killed Hong Yu, he was filled with hatred for them. He was certain that, with the possible exception of Feng Xue Xin, Hong Yu had already sentenced them all to death in his mind.

Hong Renjie took a deep breath. ’We must win this fight. Hong Yu must die!’

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ling Bingxin and Wild Beast Mengtian stepped forward in unison, their sharp auras locking onto Hong Yu.

Facing the four imposing figures, Hong Yu took a deep breath. With a SHING, the Godslaying Spear appeared in his hand, and his entire body blazed with a brilliant golden light.

One man, one spear. As long as I am here, I am invincible!

He let out a cold cry as he swept the Godslaying Spear outward with unstoppable momentum, his presence seemingly looking down upon the entire world...

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