Immortal Martial Emperor

Hong Yu’s fist glowed with a faint cyan light.

A powerful energy circulated around it, and its magnificent Fist Momentum was so immense it almost made the void tremble.

The impact of the punch was like a falling meteor.

If this punch were to land, never mind that Xue Wen was only a Martial Artist—even an Overlord Body Walker who specialized in physical cultivation would be blown to pieces!

However...

At that critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from Xue Wen’s body.

A layer of red light enveloped Xue Wen.

The red light was like a burning flame, yet it also looked as if it were formed from congealed blood, exuding a grim and wicked aura.

BOOM!

The red light shot toward the heavens, compressing the surrounding air to its absolute limit before it ruptured.

Hong Yu’s eyes flashed. His scalp went numb, and he decisively pulled back.

With a flap of his Divine Demon Wings, he instantly put several hundred meters between them.

HUMMM!

Almost as soon as he had moved away, a violent and surging energy erupted.

Behind Xue Wen, the eyes of the Immortal Blood Emperor flickered with furious, blinding light as it let out a series of heart-stopping roars.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort echoed from within Xue Wen’s body.

Xue Wen’s body shuddered. His limbs bent backward, arching his torso like a bow. Amidst a series of convulsions, a blood-colored energy enveloped the Immortal Blood Emperor. No matter how it struggled, it was futile.

In the end, it was devoured and absorbed into Xue Wen’s body.

"What’s going on?"

Hong Yu furrowed his brows. ’Xue Wen actually devoured his own Mystical Illusion?’

It was as if time and space had frozen at that moment.

Enveloped in the bloody light, Xue Wen hovered motionlessly in mid-air. Only his sunken, injured chest and face began to swell like an inflating balloon, gradually returning to their original state.

The ghastly, bleeding wounds were also silently erased under the bloody light, like footprints washed away on a sandy beach.

SWISH!

Xue Wen’s body abruptly straightened.

His right hand was still empty, but his left hand surged with blood-red light. The light enveloped his arm, transforming it into a menacing, demonic claw shimmering with bloody light.

GRIND... GRIND...

A series of grating, bone-grinding sounds rang out, so harsh it could make one’s teeth ache.

As Xue Wen snapped his head up, a layer of blood-red covered his eyes.

Even his irises turned from black to crimson.

A terrifying, ferocious light filled them.

Xue Wen stared viciously at Hong Yu. "Heh heh heh... I never thought the Seal that imprisoned this venerable one for hundreds of years would be broken because of you!"

"A Seal?"

Hong Yu was taken aback.

Xue Wen nodded, grinning. "Little fellow, you must have heard of Primordial Spirit possession, haven’t you?"

"Possession?"

Hong Yu was suddenly alarmed.

How could he not know the meaning of the word ’possession’?

Back then, after he destroyed Demon Owl’s physical body, Demon Owl had used Primordial Spirit possession to occupy Hong Renjie’s body, effectively resurrecting himself in a new host.

’Could it be that this Xue Wen before me is also a powerful expert who has been reborn through possession?’

Xue Wen grinned, his laughter chilling. "It seems you do know what possession means. That’s right, this venerable one was reborn through possession. Back then, my physical body was destroyed, and I had no choice but to possess and take shelter in Xue Wen’s body. But that Xue Wen is quite a character himself. He actually managed to forcefully seal this venerable one inside his own body. We’ve been in a symbiotic state ever since."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Xue Wen’s face suddenly twisted, and his eyes returned to their normal black.

Xue Wen’s own voice came through: "Demon Blood, why are you explaining so much to this kid? Don’t think I can’t suppress you again! If you want to regain your freedom, you’d best cooperate. Lend me your power, and let me kill this hateful brat first!"

SWISH!

Xue Wen’s eyes turned crimson again. The mysterious expert named Demon Blood said flatly, "Relax. This venerable one is in a symbiotic relationship with you, after all. Those punches the kid just landed on you hurt this venerable one quite a bit, too!"

"Hmph, as long as you know!"

Xue Wen’s voice came again. "If I hadn’t agreed to lend you my body sixteen years ago, you would have been long dead. You’ve helped me a lot over the years, too. As long as you kill this kid today, I promise I’ll find you a suitable vessel for you to possess and regain your freedom!"

"Heh heh heh... Rest assured, this venerable one will certainly finish this kid off!"

Demon Blood’s voice was extremely grating.

Then, Xue Wen’s consciousness receded. Demon Blood’s chilling eyes stared at Hong Yu. "Little fellow, this venerable one senses a familiar aura on you. I just can’t quite place where I’ve encountered it before."

Hong Yu frowned slightly.

He despised the current state of "Xue Wen."

His shrill, chilling voice that made one’s skin crawl, his sinister way of speaking, and even the Energy Aura surging from his body—all of it instinctively repulsed Hong Yu.

At first, he didn’t know why he felt this way.

It wasn’t until Demon Blood spoke that the image of a certain person surfaced in Hong Yu’s mind—Demon Owl!

’This Demon Blood’s aura is so similar to Demon Owl’s, as if they came from the same source. Could he be related to Demon Owl? Wait...’

Hong Yu’s gaze sharpened as he stared intently at Demon Blood. ’Possession sixteen years ago... Could it be that he’s also one of the culprits who hunted down my father and mother with Demon Owl back then?’

Once the thought took root, it was impossible to erase, lingering in his mind.

The more Hong Yu thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

He said in a deep voice, "Demon Blood? Do you know Demon Owl?"

"Hm?"

Demon Blood was startled, his eyes narrowing to slits. "How do you know of Demon Owl?"

Hong Yu’s heart skipped a beat. ’So he really is one of Demon Owl’s group,’ he thought.

His fists clenched unconsciously.

Hong Yu took a deep breath. His gaze, fixed on Demon Blood, grew colder and sharper, like ice. Thoughts raced through his mind: ’Who were the enemies that hunted down my parents back then? Uncle Hu Tianwei won’t tell me, and Demon Owl didn’t confess even at his death. I have to find out who our family’s mortal enemies are.’

’However, this Demon Blood has clearly recovered far better than Demon Owl did. His strength has probably returned to the Early-stage Primordial Spirit Realm.’

Hong Yu stared at Demon Blood, his eyes distant yet chilling, sharp as a blade. ’If I want to get any answers out of him, I’ll have to defeat, or even kill, Xue Wen first. Once the physical body is destroyed, his Primordial Spirit will be forced out. Then I can have Xingtian restrain it.’

Meanwhile, Demon Blood had lost his patience. "Kid, I don’t care who you are or how you know Demon Owl. But today, this venerable one must kill you. Now, die obediently!"

BOOM!

Demon Blood’s speed was incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Hong Yu, a fist rocketing toward his body.

Hong Yu instinctively retreated half a step.

At the same time, he stepped into the void, his Divine Demon Wings vibrating slightly. With a Wind-Breaking BOOM, he shot away, dodging Demon Blood’s attack.

Demon Blood wasn’t the least bit discouraged.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground. With a BOOM, the earth beneath him shattered, forming a half-meter-deep crater, and his body had already caught up to Hong Yu.

"Blood Shadow Thousand Illusions!"

The moment they clashed, Demon Blood let out a furious roar.

Six Paths of bloody light shot out from behind him. The pillars condensed, transforming into six blood-red arms.

Each blood-red arm was like a demonic claw, frantically attacking Hong Yu.

BANG!

Hong Yu blocked with his left hand, knocking one of the bloody arms away.

At the same time, he swept his right hand out in a palm strike. A surging Flaming Long Dragon erupted from his Three Flames Palm.

How powerful was Hong Yu now?

He managed to blast two of the bloody arms to pieces.

"Heh heh, but what about this punch? Can you block it?" Demon Blood sneered.

This punch was aimed directly at Hong Yu’s center.

If it landed, it would mean a shattered chest.

Gritting his teeth, Hong Yu snapped his arms back, crossing them in front of his chest just in time to block two bloody fist shadows that slammed into them.

TSSSSS!

A cloud of white smoke rose up.

Hong Yu’s arms went numb and sore. The immense force sent him flying backward, and he crashed heavily into the ice wall, creating a human-shaped crater and sinking several dozen meters into the ice.

"Heh heh heh, Xue Wen, you’re truly useless. This kid isn’t even that strong, yet he managed to beat you into that state?" Demon Blood laughed mockingly.

His eyes flashed black as Xue Wen retorted angrily, "Don’t you get cocky. That kid is not simple."

"Heh heh heh..."

Demon Blood sneered disdainfully.

Just then, a KRAK-KRAK-KRAK sound came from the ice wall ahead. Starting from the human-shaped hole, cracks spread up and down. The entire ice wall was forced apart by a powerful force, shattering and forming a massive glacial rift.

Hong Yu’s figure slowly flew out from within.

His Divine Demon Wings vibrated behind him.

His long black hair flowed in the wind, his robes fluttering loudly, and a grim Evil Qi emanated from him.

His cold, sharp eyes were fixed on Demon Blood.

Demon Blood’s flippant expression gradually faded, replaced by a solemn one. Looking at Hong Yu, he suddenly felt his heart palpitate. ’Strange,’ he wondered, ’why does this kid’s gaze make me so uncomfortable? And I have this sense of déjà vu... Could it be? Is this guy some old enemy who has been reborn through possession? But that’s not right. Our group didn’t have any enemies in the Southern Border Profound Domain.’

As he was puzzling over this...

Hong Yu, on the opposite side, suddenly took a deep breath. Streams of surging Spiritual Qi began to converge toward his body.

A powerful vortex of Spiritual Power began to form above Hong Yu’s head.

As the vortex spun, more and more Spiritual Power gathered, slowly forming something like a thundercloud made of pure Spiritual Power.

"This is..."

Demon Blood’s expression froze, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes. "Is he condensing a Mystical Illusion? Th-this kid just broke through to the Primordial Embryo Realm?"

Beyond his shock, Demon Blood felt a surge of excitement. His eyes filled with fiery greed. ’To have this much combat power right after breaking through to the Primordial Embryo Realm, enough to thrash Xue Wen... This kid’s potential is limitless!’

"Heh heh heh, if I could possess his body, then wouldn’t this venerable one...?"

At this thought, Demon Blood prepared to make his move.

But just then...

A phantasmal image gradually began to condense behind Hong Yu.

This was the Mystical Illusion that Hong Yu was condensing after advancing to the Primordial Embryo Realm. As his Mystical Illusion gradually took shape and revealed its true form...

The fiery greed in Demon Blood’s eyes instantly froze.

As if by an Ice Seal!

He shuddered as if struck by lightning, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his aura fell into disarray...

"Th-this... how is this possible? H-his Mystical Illusion is... *that*?"

[A piece of shocking and sad news: The author of *Immortal Origins: Wushuang*, Bei Qingluo, a young woman in the prime of her life, has passed away from overwork due to writing. Her last wish was to get first place on the monthly ticket rankings. Everyone, please lend a bit of your strength to send off our beautiful author on her final journey! Sigh, writing is truly a profession that drains your mind and energy, sometimes even costing you your life. I hope everyone pays attention to their health!]