Immortal Martial Emperor

"Hahaha!"

Hong Yu, Feng Xue Xin, and Yeban couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Xiahuang Dun and his group had just looked so pathetic and ridiculous. One moment they were making bold promises, the next they were fleeing for their lives. The contrast was just too great.

What’s more...

Just look at the path they took to escape. Everywhere their Desolate Beasts had passed, a long, murky yellow streak stained the water—a veritable ribbon of pollution reeking of a foul stench!

"Damn, Hong Yu, you’re something else!"

Feng Xue Xin exclaimed with feeling.

Young Master Yeban nodded. "In ancient times, generals subdued armies without fighting. Now, our Hong Yu just has to show his Desolate Beast, and his opponents flee in terror. Their mounts were even scared into pissing themselves! Hahaha, this is great!"

"ROAR!"

The Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark let out a displeased roar.

The water before it churned violently, washing away all traces of the murky yellow substance.

Hong Yu said, "Senior Brother Feng, Yeban, let’s pick up the pace and head to Demon Island!"

"Alright!"

"Let’s have a race, the three of us! See who gets to Demon Island first!"

The three of them simultaneously spurred their Desolate Beast mounts to full speed.

While Feng Xue Xin’s and Young Master Yeban’s Desolate Beast mounts were of a high grade, they were still intimidated in the presence of the Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark.

They didn’t dare to overstep in the slightest.

This left Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban staring at each other with aggrieved expressions. "Hong Yu, you’re cheating!"

"How could you do this? You’re letting your Desolate Beast mount suppress ours! That’s blatant cheating! Have you no shame?"

Faced with their clamoring, Hong Yu dug a finger in his ear and asked with an innocent expression, "Uh, shame? What’s that? How much does it cost per pound?"

Feng Xue Xin: "..."

Young Master Yeban: "..."

The two exchanged a look, then turned to Hong Yu in unison and extended their right hands, middle fingers raised.

"Hahaha!"

Ignoring their scornful gesture, Hong Yu just laughed and urged the Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark to move even faster.

They cut through the waves, riding the wind.

With the Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark leading the way, no one they encountered could match the trio’s speed.

Soon, Demon Island began to appear on the horizon, now only a few hundred kilometers away.

Just then, a few figures appeared ahead of Hong Yu’s group.

Strictly speaking, there were only two of them.

One man radiated such a powerful and dense aura of qi and blood that, even from a great distance, one could feel its scorching heat, as if his very blood was boiling.

This was Xiahuang Ba!

A rare Overlord Body Walker, his strength was boundless and his presence incomparably domineering.

The other man was carefree and elegant.

He wore simple, unadorned blue robes, his long hair dancing in the wind. With a longsword on his back, he looked as otherworldly as a Sword Immortal.

He was Ling Aotian.

A born Sword Cultivator, he lived for the sword, was obsessed with the sword, and was driven mad by the sword!

"Hm?"

Ling Aotian’s expression shifted slightly as he glanced back out of the corner of his eye.

A sharp look flashed in his eyes. ’Someone is catching up at such a furious pace? Interesting, very interesting. I just wonder who it could be!’

"Hmph, who cares who it is."

Xiahuang Ba said nonchalantly, "Ling Aotian, do you dare compete with me? Let’s see who reaches Demon Island first!"

"Idiot!"

Ling Aotian gave a cool smile, then urged his Desolate Beast mount forward.

"BOOM!"

The Desolate Beast Swordfish beneath his feet was already known for its speed. Now, spurred on by Ling Aotian, it twisted its body and shot forward with unbelievable velocity, whistling through the water.

It left a turbulent wake several thousand meters long.

"Hahaha, wait for me!"

Xiahuang Ba roared, his massive fists pounding like war drums as he struck the Netherworld Profound Turtle he was riding, emitting a low hum.

Cracks appeared on the Profound Turtle’s thick shell. It shrieked in pain but didn’t dare to disobey, swimming frantically forward.

Behind them, Hong Yu watched the two men pulling further and further ahead and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. "Little Gold, can you stand being left so far behind?"

"ROAR!"

The Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark let out a low growl.

Clearly, this Ocean Tyrant was furious.

Hong Yu laughed heartily. "Then what are you waiting for? Overtake them!"

"ROAR!"

The Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark leaped a thousand meters into the air, then plunged back down in a freefall.

During its descent, the golden Scale Armor covering its body suddenly rippled, shifting from a bristling, ferocious state to a perfectly smooth and streamlined fit against its skin.

"SWOOSH!"

With a shudder, its body sliced directly through the sea, not even kicking up a single splash.

This was a sign of speed so extreme that the water didn’t even have time to react and form a wave!

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Cutting through the waves, it was unstoppable.

The man and beast grew closer and closer to the two ahead.

Such terrifying speed was simply unheard of.

"What? How is that possible?"

Xiahuang Ba sensed Hong Yu closing in from behind and grew furious, but he didn’t dare push his Desolate Beast any harder.

The Turtle Shell of the Profound Turtle beneath him was already cracked from his blows.

If he pushed it again, the shell would likely shatter and the turtle would die.

But it was unthinkable for him to just sit by and watch someone from behind catch up.

Ling Aotian’s talent and combat power were on par with his own, and Xiahuang Ba couldn’t even tolerate Ling Aotian being faster than him, let alone some nobody else.

"Bastard, if you dare to pass me, I will make sure you die without a burial plot!" Xiahuang Ba whipped his head around, his voice like a clap of thunder, his words booming like a great bell.

This was Xiahuang Ba, a man so domineering he was utterly unreasonable.

"Hm?"

Hong Yu felt as if he’d been hit by a gust of wind and thunder, and his ears were ringing.

He glanced with surprise at Xiahuang Ba, who was only a few hundred meters away. "Are you talking to me?"

Xiahuang Ba snorted coldly, his fierce eyes flashing with a sharp, thunderous light. "I’ll say it again," he said coldly. "If you dare pass me, I will blast you and your mount to pieces with a single punch. An ant like you has no right to be on the same level as me!"

The corner of Hong Yu’s eye twitched. "..."

’Where the hell did this meathead come from?’

’All brawn and no brains, huh?’

’This Sumeru Sea is huge. Since when do I need your permission to go as fast as I want?’

"Are you brain-dead?" Hong Yu retorted, curling his lip.

He immediately gave the Golden-winged Six-tooth Shark beneath him a light pat.

Little Gold shuddered once more and swam toward Demon Island even faster, quickly catching up to the injured Profound Turtle.

At this rate, surpassing the Profound Turtle and Xiahuang Ba would take but the blink of an eye.

Xiahuang Ba was already trembling with rage.

Suddenly, a sharp glint lit up his eyes. ’My Profound Turtle is badly injured; it’s no match for his beast. But this kid’s Desolate Beast mount seems powerful and has plenty of stamina. If I steal it, I might even be able to compete with Ling Aotian for the honor of being first to set foot on Demon Island!’

At this thought, Xiahuang Ba cleared his throat and looked down his nose at Hong Yu. "Brat, I can forgive your ignorance. I’ll give you a chance to atone!"

"Huh? Atone?"

Hong Yu was bewildered. ’For fuck’s sake, since when is passing you a crime?’

Xiahuang Ba nodded, full of confidence. "Hand over control of your Desolate Beast right now and swap it for my Profound Turtle. Do that, and I’ll let you live. Otherwise, I’ll personally blast you to smithereens, and you’ll end up with nothing."

Every word Xiahuang Ba spoke was forceful and resolute.

Every sentence was filled with boundless self-confidence.

As the foremost Unparalleled True Dragon, Xiahuang Ba’s power was absolutely matchless.

Furthermore, Xiahuang Ba was a rare Overlord Body Walker who had reached Great Success. It would be no exaggeration to call him the number one Overlord Body Walker of his generation in the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom.

It was this collection of achievements that had fostered Xiahuang Ba’s domineering and arrogant personality.

His tyrannical nature was so ingrained that he wouldn’t restrain himself in the slightest, even when facing an Unparalleled Genius.

His words were full of conviction.

He simply couldn’t believe Hong Yu would dare to defy him.

Unfortunately for him...

This time, he had picked the wrong target.

Hong Yu gave him a cool glance, then curled his lip. "Someone must have forgotten to zip up their fly and let you out. If you want to show off your superiority, please go do it somewhere else. Don’t strut around in front of me!"

"Forgotten to zip up their fly?"

Xiahuang Ba froze, not understanding for a moment.

Then he looked down.

Only then did he realize that if a fly was open, wouldn’t that mean *that thing* was out?

"FUCK!"

Xiahuang Ba flew into a rage. "You son of a bitch, you dare insult me?! You’re courting death!"

As he spoke, Xiahuang Ba turned and threw a punch.

Overlord Body Walkers were different from both Martial Artists and Spirit Cultivators.

Cultivators of this system used their own bodies as Artifact Embryos and the world as a furnace to refine them, condensing powerful Rune energy and branding it upon their very bones and flesh.

Legend had it that when an Overlord Body Walker reached the absolute peak of power, the Runes they condensed would merge with their blood and flesh.

If they were injured and shed a single drop of blood, that drop alone could transform into a vast, misty lake of blood.

Their qi and blood were exceptionally thick and abundant.

Xiahuang Ba’s combat power was unparalleled. His fists thundered, his qi and blood surged like a rainbow, and a roaring power like that of a Flood Dragon surged madly and condensed in his hands.

Yellow Runes swirled around, erupting with ultimate power.

This single punch was enough to shatter a Primordial Spirit Realm Level Desolate Beast.

"Hm?"

The powerful punch hadn’t even reached him, but the mere shockwave it sent out was enough to make Hong Yu feel immense pressure.

His teeth chattered.

The wind from the punch distorted the muscles on his face.

He took a deep breath. Azure Dragon Scales materialized all over his body as he abruptly turned and met the attack with a punch of his own. "Get lost!"

"BOOM!"

The two massive fists collided.

The yellow Runes surged wildly, rushing forward as if to annihilate Hong Yu.

The azure light on Hong Yu’s body was like brilliant moonlight.

Sacred and profound.

The azure light billowed like countless tiny dragons, finally shattering the surging Runes.

"HISS!"

At the point where their fists met, a cloud of steam rose into the air, billowing more than fifty meters high.

This was the result of their clashing fists generating enough friction to set the air ablaze, creating a heat so intense it instantly vaporized the seawater.

One could only imagine how terrifying that punch was.

"Not bad, kid! No wonder you’re so arrogant. Now, take another one of my punches!"

Xiahuang Ba let out a series of low roars, his will to fight soaring as he prepared to throw another punch.

But just then...

Hong Yu, who had been preparing to meet the attack, suddenly let out a soft "Eh?" His pupils constricted as he stared ahead, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief!

"This is..."