Immortal Martial Emperor

"It’s your turn now!"

The Godslaying Spear pointed diagonally, its sharp Spear Aura pulsing with a cold light as it aimed at Xiahuang Ba and Zhao Wushuang.

The two of them finally snapped out of their shock.

Facing Hong Yu’s frigid gaze, both of them felt their legs go weak. If not for their strong willpower, they would have already wet their pants.

Hong Yu was simply too terrifying!

The gruesome deaths of the twenty-some Unparalleled True Dragons were still replaying vividly in their minds. How could they forget?

Those were twenty Unparalleled True Dragons!

True Celestial Pride Sons.

Yet they had stood there as if sleepwalking, quietly waiting for Hong Yu to slaughter them. He had killed one with every step, blood splattering as bodies fell, walking through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Hong Yu’s form as a Killing Demon King was simply too horrifying.

’We’ll risk it all!’

The two exchanged a look, seeing the determination and madness in each other’s eyes.

They simultaneously launched powerful attacks, aiming for Hong Yu.

Xiahuang Ba threw a powerful Fist Gang, a massive strike formed from immense power compressing the Spiritual Qi in the air. Its might was tremendous, like a mountain peak crashing down.

The blade-light from Zhao Wushuang’s slash was like a long dragon.

The long dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, revealing its ferocious nature as it tried to rip Hong Yu to shreds.

Facing the two great attacks, Hong Yu frowned slightly. Using the large-scale Pupil Technique: Sky-covering just now wasn’t as simple as it looked. The mental strain had been immense. While it hadn’t shaken his foundation, he was no longer at his Peak.

He immediately swept out with his Piercing Void Spear Technique.

"BANG!"

A torrent of energy scattered in all directions, both spectacular and terrifying.

It obscured the scene before him.

Hong Yu’s brow twitched, and a cold glint gradually appeared in his eyes. "How dare you two?"

The scene before him cleared.

Hong Yu saw that Xiahuang Ba and Zhao Wushuang had no intention of fighting him. They had rapidly changed direction and flown to the high platform, seizing the heavily injured and brutally tortured Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban.

Xiahuang Ba grabbed Young Master Yeban’s neck with one hand and slowly lifted him up, leaving him dangling over the high platform as he struggled in pain.

He said coldly, "Don’t come any closer. If you dare make a move, I’ll snap his neck."

Zhao Wushuang’s gaze was just as cold. He held a length of iron chain, lifting the Pipa Lock and leaving Feng Xue Xin’s body suspended in the air.

Both of his shoulders were firmly locked by the Pipa Lock. As Zhao Wushuang’s hand shook slightly, the lock tore at the flesh on Feng Xue Xin’s shoulders, nearly breaking the bones. He spat out another mouthful of blood, his aura incredibly weak.

He was barely hanging on to life and could die at any moment.

Hong Yu’s eyes were practically splitting with rage.

Feng Xue Xin was like a big brother to him.

Ever since their chance meeting back in Shishui City, it was Feng Xue Xin who had given him an opportunity, allowing him to complete the inter-clan martial competition.

After returning to the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, Feng Xue Xin had helped him at every turn.

He had helped fend off the encroachments of Hong Renjie’s Heaven and Earth Alliance.

The kindness was there!

The friendship was there!

The bond of fellow disciples remained!

Feng Xue Xin held a very important place in Hong Yu’s heart. How could Hong Yu not be furious seeing him tortured like this?

And then there was Yeban!

If Yeban hadn’t desperately protected Little Chenxi that day in the Profound Ice Secret Realm, Little Chenxi would likely have been killed by Blood Wen.

These were debts of gratitude that could not be ignored.

What’s more, the three of them shared a bond of brotherhood stronger than steel.

Even though the pain pierced his very marrow, with Blood Corpse Insects gnawing on his meridians and Carnivorous Ants tearing at his flesh, Young Master Yeban still managed to force a pained smile. "Hong Yu, don’t worry about us. Just attack and kill these bastards to avenge us... As long as... as long as you remember to... to burn lots of paper money and Treasures for me on the first and fifteenth of the month, that’ll be enough!"

Feng Xue Xin also gritted his teeth and said, "Junior... Junior Brother Hong... Kill... kill them."

"Fuck!"

"Shut the hell up!"

Xiahuang Ba and Zhao Wushuang’s faces turned ashen.

They struck at the same time.

Xiahuang Ba smashed a fist into Young Master Yeban’s abdomen, making him cough up a mouthful of blood that even contained a piece of a ruptured internal organ, injuring him severely once again.

Zhao Wushuang was even more sinister and vicious.

He suddenly yanked the iron chain, swinging Feng Xue Xin around and spinning him several times in the air.

The chains CLANKED as they collided, continuously tearing at his shoulders and flesh, causing unbearable pain.

"Bastards! If you dare to touch another hair on their heads, I swear I will tear you to a million pieces." Hong Yu’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth GRINDING together. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles CRACKED, his fingernails digging into his palms and drawing drops of fresh blood.

He had reached the absolute peak of his fury.

For them to torture Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban like this had crossed Hong Yu’s bottom line and touched his Reversed Scale.

Family and friends.

These were the ones Hong Yu would never, ever allow anyone to harm!

"Hmph, tear us to a million pieces? Come and try if you have the guts!" Zhao Wushuang sneered hideously.

He glanced back at Xiahuang Dun and Zhang Weilong with a mocking expression. "I remember you had a set of torture instruments made. They’re said to be quite potent. Let’s take them out and try them on these two!"

"Alright!"

Zhang Weilong and Xiahuang Dun paused for a moment, then broke into savage grins.

They too had been so scared by Hong Yu’s ferocity that they had nearly wet their pants. Now that they finally had a chance for revenge, how could they pass it up?

Hong Yu saw the two of them each take out a long iron rod. At the tip of each rod was a palm-shaped piece of iron—a branding iron.

"Wait, let me heat them with my Primordial Fire first!"

Zhang Weilong said with a vicious smile.

A jet of flame shot out, continuously heating the two branding irons until they instantly became red-hot.

Zhang Weilong shot a sidelong glance at Hong Yu, then deliberately tore off a strip of cloth and placed it on the iron. With a SIZZLE, it turned to ash.

He clicked his tongue and chuckled. "Not bad, not bad. This branding iron is pretty powerful. If we press it against their bodies, it’ll definitely cook their flesh in an instant. Mmm, I think I can already smell roasted meat!"

Hong Yu’s eye twitched, his tone incomparably grim. "If you dare to do it, I guarantee you will regret it!"

"Hmph, regret? My ass!"

Zhang Weilong let out a hideous laugh and moved to press the red-hot branding iron onto Feng Xue Xin’s face. He sneered as he did, "Tsk tsk, if this brand is pressed on, it’ll leave a huge scar. This pretty face will be ruined!"

As he spoke, Zhang Weilong shot a provocative glance at Hong Yu.

Then, Zhang Weilong froze.

He discovered that the figure of Hong Yu, who had been standing a thousand meters away just a moment ago, was gradually turning illusory, like a reflection being shattered.

"Huh? Where’d he go?"

Zhang Weilong was stunned.

「The next moment...」

He felt a terrifying killing intent from behind him.

"Huh?"

A shiver ran through Zhang Weilong, and he spun around instinctively.

A black fist shadow was coming right for his face.

"BANG!"

The punch landed squarely on his face, quick as a flash of lightning. Even a mighty Unparalleled True Dragon like Zhang Weilong didn’t have time to react before he was dazed by the blow.

Blood streamed from his nose, and his left eyeball popped out of its socket.

"AARGH!"

Zhang Weilong let out a wretched scream.

The one who had suddenly appeared was, of course, Hong Yu. At the last second, he had revealed his Electric Flash, instantly closing the distance.

Zhang Weilong was sent flying back by the punch, but Hong Yu wasn’t about to let him get away so easily. He thrust his hand forward, fingers splayed, and powerfully clenched his fist.

His fingers locked around Zhang Weilong’s ankle.

Hong Yu yanked his arm back, pulling Zhang Weilong toward him. He grabbed Zhang Weilong’s right arm and with a CRACK, twisted it off, tearing it from the shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound as Zhang Weilong screamed incessantly.

Hong Yu’s expression was blank. "Can’t take it already? We’re not done yet!"

As he finished speaking, he pressed the red-hot branding iron into Zhang Weilong’s freshly torn shoulder.

"AAAAARGH..."

Zhang Weilong’s entire body convulsed in pain as he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

A plume of white smoke rose with a SIZZLING sound.

The faint smell of roasting meat filled the air.

All of this sounds slow in the telling, but it happened in a mere instant.

It wasn’t until Hong Yu had shoved the branding iron completely through Zhang Weilong’s severed right shoulder, bursting out through the flesh on his left side and utterly crippling him, that Xiahuang Ba and Zhao Wushuang finally reacted.

Their first instinct was to flee.

But this time, Hong Yu was prepared. How could he possibly let them leave?

In an Arrow Step, Hong Yu blocked Xiahuang Ba, who was holding Young Master Yeban. He threw a punch imbued with terrifying power, forcing a panicked Xiahuang Ba to raise his arm to defend, loosening his grip on Young Master Yeban.

With a thought from Hong Yu, a black light whizzed out and pulled Yeban into the inner space of the Profound Celestial Tower.

The punch exploded with a "BOOM!"

Xiahuang Ba’s figure retreated, fleeing far into the distance. From several thousand meters away, he stared at Hong Yu in terror.

That single punch had actually fractured the hand bones of Xiahuang Ba, who prided himself on his physical body and strength. This was something incredibly hard to imagine.

「At the same time.」

Without the slightest pause, Hong Yu threw his Godslaying Spear. Like an arrow, it shot out with a SWOOSH, its speed unbelievably fast. Like a bolt of golden lightning, it caught up to the fleeing Xiahuang Dun, who had leaped into the air.

"PFFT!"

The golden Godslaying Spear drilled right into his rear end and out through the front, completely destroying his manhood for the rest of his life.

Xiahuang Dun fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground.

His head was battered and bleeding, but he was clutching his crotch with both hands. That area was already a patch of crimson, covered in blood. His manhood had been skewered by the Godslaying Spear right through his anus, and now only a flap of skin remained hanging at the top of his thigh.

Naturally, Hong Yu wouldn’t let Zhao Wushuang go either.

Almost at the same instant he threw the Godslaying Spear, his Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique had already completed the transformation into the Dragon Spirit Sacred Body.

With a SWOOSH, his dragon tail viciously whipped across Zhao Wushuang’s back.

"RIP!"

The battle robe on Zhao Wushuang’s back instantly burst apart, revealing a mess of mangled flesh. Several bones in his back broke under the lash of the dragon tail, and his body plummeted.

Hong Yu’s Divine Demon Wings vibrated and spun, and he chased after him. He snatched Feng Xue Xin from his grasp and sent him into the inner space of the Profound Celestial Tower.

Then, he kicked out fiercely.

"BANG!"

Hong Yu pressed his legs against Zhao Wushuang’s back, carrying him in a rapid descent and smashing him into the ground with a "BOOM!"

"CRASH! CRASH!"

The ground shattered, sending rubble flying as they sank a full ten meters deep into a crater.

Zhao Wushuang sprayed blood from his mouth. At this moment, his body was critically injured, his internal organs shattered.

He stared at Hong Yu with a hideous expression, his eyes filled with hatred and venom. "Hong Yu, you forced me to do this!"

A grim and resentful voice echoed from the earthen pit.

Immediately after, a terrifying aura spread throughout the entire Fallen Dragon Pool.

「In the pit.」

Hong Yu felt the terrifying fluctuation of power. Then, looking at the object in Zhao Wushuang’s hand, his expression changed drastically...

’This is bad!’