Immortal Martial Emperor

"Kill them all! No mercy!"

Zhao Wushuang’s voice was grim, his eyes dark.

A large saber materialized behind him, circling by his side and pulsing with a sharp, blade-like light, like a bloodthirsty beast.

Zhang Weilong was beside him, mounted on a Desolate Beast.

He gripped a pair of incomparably sharp battle halberds, engraved with coiling dragons and crouching tigers, that radiated an aura sharp enough to pierce any defense.

Zhang Weilong fixed Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban with a cold, sinister glare of his own.

The last time, in the battle at sea near the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom, things had not gone his way.

Despite being a mighty Unparalleled True Dragon, Zhang Weilong had been fought to a standstill by the then-unknown Hong Yu. This had sent Hong Yu’s fame skyrocketing, effectively using Zhang Weilong as a stepping stone.

It was an absolutely unforgivable humiliation.

He had been constantly looking for an opportunity to wash away this stain on his name and take his revenge.

But then came the news that Hong Yu had fought both Xiahuang Dun and Zhao Wushuang. This shocked Zhang Weilong, but it also made him realize he probably couldn’t defeat Hong Yu on his own.

Thus, he had shifted his target for revenge to the friends by Hong Yu’s side.

Clearly...

Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban were the perfect candidates.

Only Xiahuang Dun remained calm.

He was born into the Imperial Family.

Even though he had been nearly defeated by Hong Yu, few would dare to speak ill of him.

His main reason for relentlessly targeting Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban was an order from the Eldest Prince, Xiahuang Zun, to do everything possible to cut down the Fifth Prince Xiahuang Shang’s supporters and allies.

Xiahuang Dun glanced at the many powerful experts on the other side.

Among them were Xiahuang Ba, ranked first among the Unparalleled True Dragons, and Ling Aotian, ranked second.

Xiahuang Ba, his face weathered like an old ape’s and covered in a full beard, spoke in a voice like rolling thunder, "Xiahuang Dun, you asked me to help you corner them, and I’ve done it. I’m leaving now!"

Xiahuang Dun quickly said, "Xiahuang Ba, the Eldest Prince wanted us to..."

Before he could finish, Xiahuang Ba had already spurred his Desolate Beast mount and sped away, leaving him in the dust.

Xiahuang Dun’s expression turned ugly. He looked at Ling Aotian. "Brother Aotian, what do you say...?"

Ling Aotian gave him a single glance and said flatly, "I only intervened because I owed Zhao Wushuang a favor. The matter is now concluded. Zhao Wushuang and I are even. Farewell!"

Ling Aotian was a natural-born Sword Cultivator.

His heart was like a sharp sword—direct and straightforward, with nothing to hide.

He spurred his Desolate Beast and galloped away.

Zhao Wushuang’s face turned ashen.

’I contacted Ling Aotian earlier, thinking his agreement to help meant he was willing to side with the Eldest Prince. Turns out I just wasted a favor on him?’

This infuriated Zhao Wushuang, and he vented his anger on Feng Xue Xin and the other man. "Attack! Kill them, quickly!"

"Hehe, leave Feng Xue Xin to me!"

Zhang Weilong cracked his knuckles and grinned. "I’ve heard he’s Hong Yu’s senior martial brother. If I kill him, Hong Yu will be devastated, won’t he!"

Xiahuang Dun’s expression was icy, his cold eyes filled with both killing intent and a cruel, playful mockery. "Then I’ll take this Yeban! Hahaha, I hear he once saved Hong Yu’s life. He’s his savior. If I kill him, Hong Yu will wish he were dead!"

"Enough talk. Do it now before things get complicated!" Zhao Wushuang said flatly.

Zhang Weilong and Xiahuang Dun attacked at once.

Zhang Weilong charged toward Feng Xue Xin, unleashing the full power of an Unparalleled True Dragon as his battle halberds surged with brilliant light.

Two rays of yellow, draconic light shot out from the halberds engraved with coiling dragons and crouching tigers.

The light was dazzling, its energy surging wildly.

The two yellow dragons coiled toward Feng Xue Xin, intending to shred him into a bloody pulp.

Feng Xue Xin’s eyes were cold. He executed the profound Seven-Star Step, his Body Technique both elusive and agile, as he repeatedly dodged Zhang Weilong’s attacks.

After putting some distance between them, Feng Xue Xin took a deep breath. ’At this distance, I can defend myself even if Zhao Wushuang tries a sneak attack. It’s time to counterattack!’

"Seven-Star Spear Technique—Star Pointing!"

The silver long spear shot forward with force.

A silver radiance flowed from the long spear, making the air hum. With a flick of Feng Xue Xin’s arm, the silver Spear Aura formed seven stars in the void.

The stars blazed with a brilliant, chaotic light.

They formed the pattern of the Big Dipper, each one complementing the others as their vast silver radiance reinforced itself.

HUM!

The seven stars surged behind him, a Mystical Illusion of the Seven Star Mysteries. He infused Star Power into the Star-Pointing Spear Technique, increasing its might once more as he charged forward.

’What a strange Spear Technique...’

Zhang Weilong hadn’t expected Feng Xue Xin to be so fierce. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by a cold sneer. "But if you think you can fight me with just this, you’re far too naive!"

With that thought, Zhang Weilong let out a furious roar.

A massive black tiger illusion materialized behind him. Its roar shook the heavens and churned the waves below.

His battle halberds came crashing down.

SWOOSH!

The black radiance formed two arcs like black moons, hovering between the tangible and the illusory.

The Black Moon Battle Halberds clashed with the seven-star Spear Aura.

BOOM!

A terrifying shockwave erupted. The exchange was a draw.

Zhang Weilong’s face paled.

He never imagined that Feng Xue Xin, who he thought would be an easy, weakling target, would be so powerful.

Seeing this, a hint of killing intent flashed in Zhao Wushuang’s eyes. He said flatly, "You two, go assist Zhang Weilong!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two Unparalleled True Dragons charged forward.

With three powerful experts ganging up on him, Feng Xue Xin was forced to retreat step by step. He was caught off guard by an attack that struck him in the back, causing him to spit up blood as his aura weakened.

Meanwhile...

Young Master Yeban stood atop his Floating Light Round Shield.

His boundless Spiritual Power surged like an ocean, giving him the majestic aura of an Unparalleled War God.

He focused his Spiritual Power, manipulating the Floating Light Round Shield to spin and fly above his head.

CLANG!

The round shield split into nine pieces.

Nine blue lights floated and swirled around him before suddenly shooting toward Xiahuang Dun from nine different directions.

"Get lost!"

Xiahuang Dun roared.

He swung his Primordial Weapon, sending out a streak of light like a rainbow piercing the sky.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each rainbow-like streak collided with a blue light. Sometimes the blue light gained the upper hand; other times the rainbow streak shattered the blue light.

The two were evenly matched, trading blows back and forth.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

With every dispersal of energy, powerful shockwaves fell into the sea, kicking up massive, surging waves.

’What is going on? It’s bad enough that Hong Yu is so hard to deal with, but why are his friends this difficult to handle too?’ Zhao Wushuang’s brow furrowed.

He never expected Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban to be so tenacious.

He snorted, his gaze turning cold. ’I refuse to believe I can’t take you down!’

At this thought, under Zhao Wushuang’s command, another two experts charged out.

Three men now surrounded Young Master Yeban.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

Though Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban were strong and exceptionally talented, they couldn’t withstand the combined assault of three Unparalleled True Dragon Level experts.

They were quickly put on the defensive.

The two had no choice but to regroup, standing back-to-back to defend against the siege from Xiahuang Dun and the others.

While the battle here raged on, the expert who had scouted ahead reappeared beside Zhao Wushuang. He was drenched, and his eyes flickered with unease. "L-Lord Zhao, th-that guy rushing over... it’s Hong Yu."

"What? How could he be here so fast?" Zhao Wushuang said, shocked.

The man gave a bitter smile. "Hong Yu has a Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark as a mount. He’s causing chaos wherever he goes. None of our men can stop his charge. Any of our allies he comes across... their mounts all end up getting eaten by his Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark."

"Hmph, I don’t care about any Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark. Take some men and hold him back! Once we’ve finished things here, we’ll come help you!" Zhao Wushuang ordered, his face dark.

The man looked utterly dejected. "H-hold him back? My ass! That Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark and Hong Yu work together perfectly! They’re incredibly ferocious! We c-can’t hold them back at all!"

SLAP!

Zhao Wushuang slapped the man, sending him flying. "Useless trash," he said coldly. "Boosting the enemy’s morale while lowering our own. What use are you to me?"

As he spoke, Zhao Wushuang raised his hand again, about to bring it down for another strike.

But just then...

A tremendous sound of something tearing through the air arrived.

BOOM!

A terrifying force landed several hundred meters behind them, slamming into the sea and creating a towering, turbulent curtain of water.

Zhao Wushuang and the others were startled and quickly turned around.

They saw a fifteen-meter-long Desolate Beast, a Netherworld Sea Serpent, being thrown high into the air. The Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark then burst out from under the sea and tore into it with its massive, bloody maw.

The Netherworld Sea Serpent, a beast comparable to the Primordial Spirit Realm, was instantly torn in two.

GULP!

The Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark chewed for a moment, its mouth full of blood, and then swallowed the serpent down.

Its enormous eyes, filled with a cold, dark light, swept over the Desolate Beast mounts of Zhao Wushuang and his men, filled with raw, undisguised hunger.

"Hahaha! Brother Feng, Yeban, how did you two end up in such a sorry state?" a hearty voice suddenly called out from the back of the Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark.

Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban, who had been struggling to defend themselves, finally relaxed.

They quickly dodged out of the way.

Only then did they look at Hong Yu, cursing at him, "Damn it, Hong Yu! If you’d been any later, the two of us would’ve been buried here."

"Oh?"

The curtain of water dissipated, and Hong Yu’s figure slowly came into view.

His clear eyes, shimmering with a deep, orchid-blue light, stared at Feng Xue Xin and the other man.

The two of them looked utterly wretched.

They were covered in wounds, with trickles of blood at the corners of their mouths and their auras in disarray. It was clear they had just survived a life-or-death battle where they had been at a severe disadvantage.

Hong Yu took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Wushuang and his men. "Did... you do this?"

"This..."

The four Unparalleled True Dragons froze.

They had long heard of Hong Yu’s fame and knew he was a baleful star who would seek revenge for the slightest grievance. For a moment, they didn’t dare to speak.

In contrast, Zhang Weilong and Xiahuang Dun stepped forward in unison to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhao Wushuang, staring at Hong Yu. "We did. What are you going to do about it?"

"Tsk, tsk. You really think highly of me!"

Hong Yu grinned, a smile that wasn’t quite a smile on his face. "Three great masters joining forces to wait for me here. I can’t let you all be disappointed, can I!"

"Hmph!"

Zhao Wushuang snorted. "Don’t get cocky, Hong Yu. The three of us combined could even fight an Unparalleled Genius, let alone you!"

Hong Yu gave a wild, unbridled grin. "The three of you together would indeed be a handful. However, don’t forget what this stage of the competition is about."

"Hm?"

The three of them paused.

Hong Yu pointed to the Desolate Beasts beneath them, a bloodthirsty coldness in his eyes. "I don’t need to fight you head-on at all. I just need to let Little Gold here eat all of your mounts. Then you’ll naturally be eliminated!"

"Hmph, what a joke! Our Desolate Beast mounts are all High-level Desolate Beasts. You think they’re afraid of you?"

"That’s right! My Deep Sea Demon Whale is incredibly powerful! What do you think you’re riding? A member of the Dragon Race?"

The three of them mocked him without restraint.

Hong Yu didn’t say another word. He just patted the Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark beneath him and said lightly, "Little Gold, they’re looking down on you."

The Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark’s massive eyes snapped open, and it unleashed a terrifying Desolate Beast pressure that enveloped the mounts of Zhao Wushuang and the others. It then let out a sudden, furious roar.

Zhao Wushuang and his men were all stunned.

They were just about to laugh and mock Hong Yu when they suddenly felt something was wrong with the beasts they were riding.

Looking down, they saw that their Desolate Beasts were trembling uncontrollably as yellow liquid streamed out from between their legs.

This...

These Desolate Beasts had actually been scared into pissing themselves?

"Fuck! Get up there and fight!"

The men’s faces turned beet red as they roared in fury.

However...

Their Desolate Beasts completely ignored them. Instead of attacking, they turned tail and fled for their lives...