Immortal Martial Emperor

"Why wouldn’t I dare!"

Hong Yu’s suppressed roar was like a clap of thunder exploding in the sky.

He suddenly threw a punch.

As the punch shot out, a black light could be faintly seen flowing along Hong Yu’s arm, finally coalescing into a patch of brilliant black scales.

The black scales glinted with a cold light, looking less like scales and more like armor forged from an incredibly hard, cold metal.

In reality...

They were indeed scales.

However, this was one of the abilities that manifested after cultivating the Nine Transformation Dragon God Technique to the Fifth Transformation—the True Dragon Arm!

SWISH! SWISH!

The Dragon Scales were arranged in a strange pattern, tearing through the air with a whistling sound.

This extremely terrifying strike even fiercely slapped away the Blood Prison and the downpour of blood rain, as an incredibly potent energy gathered at the peak of his fist.

BOOM!

The punch was terrifying.

It was devastating!

It was so powerful that even the ever-confident Blood Cyan Robe was caught off guard and couldn’t fully parry it. With a BOOM, their fists collided.

Blood Cyan Robe was a prodigy of his generation, after all.

His shock and astonishment lasted only an instant, then he sneered, "Hmph. Even in a head-on clash, you’re no match for me!"

Blood Cyan Robe had absolute confidence in his strike.

This punch contained the supreme Mystical Technique of the Celestial Blood Demon Scripture. Moreover, that expert from the Celestial Fire Thunder Rhinoceros Race was a perfect match for his own attributes. After acquiring the other’s Essence Blood, his own combat power and strength had increased immensely.

Blood Cyan Robe was even confident that, with his current strength, he could compete with the bottom five of the Ice Kingdom’s ten great masters from the older generation.

Many onlookers watching the colliding fists shared the same thoughts.

Tang Zhan looked at Xu Rongchang with a sinister grin. "Patriarch Xu, do you still think Hong Yu can win now?"

"This kid, Hong Yu, is indeed strong and talented. I even have to admit, his talent is far greater than Blood Cyan Robe’s. It’s just a shame..."

Cheng Zhen sighed with feigned regret, "This boy is far too arrogant. To think he’d dare face Blood Cyan Robe while holding a baby. Such carelessness, underestimating his foe like that... it’s just suicide!"

The other experts nearby nodded in agreement.

They clearly also believed Hong Yu was either careless and underestimated his enemy, or simply too arrogant.

Naturally, some sighed, some felt it was a pity, and others took pleasure in his misfortune...

"You can’t be too cocky. Overly cocky people die miserable deaths!"

"I agree. Hong Yu, oh, Hong Yu... he should have had a bright future, but now he’s going to fall here. What a pity!"

Faced with the crowd’s hypocritical displays, Xu Rongchang’s expression turned even uglier.

RUMBLE!

As the crowd was sighing, the terrifying power of the two young geniuses clashing in front of them finally reached its limit and exploded outwards.

The immense shockwave formed a terrifying tempest, and the heaven-shaking tremors it produced cracked the very ground.

A few Primordial Core Realm experts who were standing too close were sent flying.

Their vital energies roiled, and they coughed up blood.

They stared in horror at the hazy cloud of dust below. "What terrifying power! These two truly are prodigies... I just wonder who will have the last laugh?"

"It has to be Blood Cyan Robe, right?"

"Maybe a miracle will happen!"

"You think miracles are as common as roadside barbecue stalls? Hong Yu is definitely going to die..."

The crowd buzzed, discussing and debating freely.

Just then, a figure shot out backward from the dust cloud like a falling meteor, crashing into the ground with a BOOM.

The terrifying force drove his body more than thirty meters into the ground before he came to a stop.

On the ground, a human-shaped crater was a particularly glaring sight.

"Is it over?"

"But I don’t know who won!"

It had all happened too fast; no one had seen clearly who was sent flying.

The crowd peered into the dust cloud.

The storm swept through, and the dust gradually began to thin.

HISS!

When they got a clear look at the face of the figure standing in the storm, all the spectating experts gasped.

The young man was dressed in the tight-fitting clothes of a black Martial Artist.

His long black hair danced wildly in the wind, giving him an ethereal and otherworldly air. The corners of his lips were perpetually upturned in a playful smirk.

In the young man’s arms, a baby stared with wide eyes, completely unfazed by the terrifying energy blast, waving its soft little hands and letting out a clear, bell-like giggle.

Hong Yu!

The one still standing was none other than Hong Yu, the one everyone had seen as disadvantaged and certain to lose!

Then...

The one who was defeated and smashed into the ground was Blood Cyan Robe, who had seemed to have victory in his grasp?

GULP!

The experts who had just been mocking Hong Yu all swallowed hard.

Each of their faces was incredibly awkward, filled with lingering fear.

"How is that possible? Blood Cyan Robe actually lost?"

Tang Zhan’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

Cheng Zhen’s eye twitched. "Th-this bastard is that strong?" ’He knew full well that he himself wouldn’t have been able to take that last attack from Blood Cyan Robe!’

’Hong Yu defeated Blood Cyan Robe so easily?’

And...

’He really only fucking used one hand?!’

COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!

From the earthen pit, Blood Cyan Robe climbed out wretchedly, propping himself up with his hands on the ground, continuously coughing up blood.

He was now disheveled and covered in dirt. His right arm was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, with two sections of broken bone piercing through the skin, dripping with gore—a truly horrifying sight.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Crisp footsteps sounded in his ears.

A dark shadow fell over Blood Cyan Robe, blocking the sun.

He snapped his head up, his blood-red eyes staring intently at the newcomer. It was Hong Yu who had come to stand before him.

Hong Yu looked down on Blood Cyan Robe, tut-tutting and shaking his head with a smile. "Blood Cyan Robe, is this the strength you claimed could kill me in an instant?"

"You..."

Blood Cyan Robe’s face alternated between pale and ashen. It was an ugly sight. The surge of anger aggravated his wounds, and he coughed up more blood.

His gaze was dark and cold, like that of a vengeful ghost from the Nine Netherworld, as he stared deathly at Hong Yu. "Hong Yu, don’t get arrogant. I... I haven’t lost yet!"

Blood Cyan Robe staggered to his feet.

Hong Yu glanced at him and sighed softly. "You’ve already lost your nerve. As you are now, you’re no longer qualified to be my opponent!"

With that said, Hong Yu turned and walked away, clean and decisive.

Blood Cyan Robe’s entire body trembled. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He stumbled back three steps, the color draining from his face in an instant.

His dazed eyes watched Hong Yu’s receding back.

"Not qualified? H-He actually said I’m not qualified to be his opponent?"

Blood Cyan Robe murmured blankly to himself.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but see flashes of the past twenty-odd years: how he’d strived and struggled for power, even paying any price to cultivate the Celestial Blood Demon Scripture, finally reaching his current status.

Admired by tens of thousands!

Countless geniuses had been trampled beneath his feet.

But in this moment...

Facing Hong Yu, for the first time, Blood Cyan Robe felt a sense of powerlessness and fear from someone his own age.

"Blood Cyan Robe, what are you doing? He’s completely defenseless right now. Strike and kill him!" As he stood there in a daze, an angry snort exploded in his mind.

Blood Cyan Robe’s body jolted.

He immediately looked toward Liang Hunran.

Seeing the bloody light glinting in Liang Hunran’s eyes, the confusion in Blood Cyan Robe’s own eyes gradually faded, replaced by an immense, cold resentment. ’That’s right, kill him! As long as I kill him, I’m still a genius! I’m still the number one True Dragon of the Ice Kingdom! Kill him, kill him...’

The seeds of hatred and resentment sprouted and grew.

They had already grown into a great tree of hatred.

He roared and pulled a Blood Light Long Saber from his robes.

This Long Saber was a damaged Sixth Grade Low-level Primordial Weapon he had obtained from the Ancient Battlefield.

Even though it was damaged, it was still countless times more precious and powerful than a Fifth-Grade Primordial Weapon.

He had never dared to take it out, worried that an expert from the Blood Demon Palace would see it and demand it.

But in this moment, for the sake of revenge, for the sake of killing Hong Yu, the hate-blinded Blood Cyan Robe could no longer be bothered with such concerns.

"Hong Yu, go to hell!"

Blood Cyan Robe’s figure transformed into a streak of bloody light, shooting forward like crimson thunder.

His speed reached a simply terrifying level.

This was the most powerful charge Blood Cyan Robe had ever made since his debut.

In the blink of an eye, he was behind Hong Yu, slashing down at his unguarded back.

’This time, you’ll finally die, won’t you?’ Blood Cyan Robe thought with a sinister, savage grin.

PFFT!

The Sword Gang passed through, slicing Hong Yu directly in half.

"Huh?"

At that moment, everyone cried out in alarm once again.

They watched as the sharp Sword Gang passed through, and Hong Yu’s body split apart from his shoulder down to his leg.

Could it be...

Had the stunningly peerless Hong Yu fallen just like that?

But the crowd quickly noticed something was wrong.

Although his body was sliced in two, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Where is he?" Blood Cyan Robe froze.

Suddenly, he felt a cold breeze on his back.

A figure had somehow appeared behind him...

"Not good!"

Liang Hunran’s expression changed drastically.

He lunged forward, preparing to rush out and save Blood Cyan Robe.

But just as he took a step, Xu Rongchang blocked his path.

"Xu Rongchang, get out of my way," Liang Hunran hissed through clenched teeth, roaring with anger.

Xu Rongchang, however, had a playful look on his face. "Elder Liang, didn’t you just say it wasn’t good for us elders to interfere in the disputes of the younger generation?"

"You..."

Liang Hunran was rendered speechless by this retort.

He himself had just used those very words to needle Xu Rongchang. He never thought the tables would turn so quickly.

Delayed by Xu Rongchang’s obstruction, Liang Hunran clearly wouldn’t make it in time. He roared in fury, "Hong Yu, if you dare harm Blood Cyan Robe, the Blood Demon Palace will hunt you to the highest heavens and the deepest Yellow Springs to kill you!"

Blood Cyan Robe also turned around hastily, his face a mask of shock and fury as he howled, "Hong Yu, you... you can’t kill me..."

The one who had suddenly appeared was Hong Yu, having used Electric Flash.

Looking at the apoplectic Liang Hunran and the horrified, furious Blood Cyan Robe, Hong Yu’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "You people can treat lives like grass simply because the Blood Demon Palace is powerful. So today, since I am stronger than you, why can’t I kill you?"

"If... if you dare to kill me, the Blood Demon Palace will never forgive you!" Blood Cyan Robe shrieked.

The fear of death filled his heart.

Hong Yu laughed out loud. "The Blood Demon Palace? Do you really think threatening me with them is useful?"

"Rest in peace!"

As soon as the words fell, Hong Yu’s raised arm swung down sharply.

A Vajra Claw Shadow formed from cold light flashed, SWISH, across Blood Cyan Robe. The claw had five streaks of cold light, and it brutally sliced him into six pieces. Blood and viscera spilled all over the ground.

With a look of indignation and despair on his face, Blood Cyan Robe finally lost consciousness.

Everyone stared at Hong Yu in disbelief...

’He tore apart Blood Cyan Robe, the number one genius of the Blood Demon Palace, with a single claw strike?’

’What kind of dominance is that?’

When everyone looked at Hong Yu again, their gazes were now filled with deep wariness and fear.

Only Liang Hunran was trembling with rage, roaring continuously as he dove forward...

"Hong Yu, I’ll tear you to pieces!"