Immortal Martial Emperor

"I will kill you today!"

Hong Yu roared.

He was enveloped in a cyan light, a dragon tail lashing out like a steel whip.

WHOOSH!

The dragon tail whipped forward, tearing through the air.

This was Zhao Wushuang’s first time facing Hong Yu’s Holy Spirit Dragon Body, manifested through the Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique, but he dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

His previous Killing Arrow had been ensnared by this very dragon tail.

It had ultimately failed to run Hong Yu through!

"Breaking Waves and Separating Sand!"

Zhao Wushuang gripped his Long Saber with both hands and swung it down.

The blue saber aura, a full fifty meters long, shot forward like a crescent moon, howling with immense power.

Currents of air swirled around the blade’s sharp edge.

BANG!

The saber aura and dragon tail collided.

A scorching flash erupted, sending a powerful and chaotic shower of sparks in all directions.

The first blow ended.

Without a moment’s pause, Hong Yu and Zhao Wushuang charged forward using powerful Body Techniques, clashing more than ten times in the empty air.

Each collision unleashed a storm of blue and cyan energy.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Godslaying Spear in Hong Yu’s hand condensed a golden, frenzied dragon. It roared and swept forward, unleashing a turbulent wave of energy.

Each wave of this energy was enough to cause the Annihilation of an ordinary Primordial Embryo Realm Powerhouse.

Zhao Wushuang was not to be outdone.

He swung his Big Saber relentlessly, sending overlapping layers of saber aura crashing toward Hong Yu like a meteor shower.

"Divine Demon Wings!"

Six wings, wreathed in black currents of air, suddenly unfurled.

Each wing was ten meters long. Fully spread behind him, a slight vibration sent him hundreds of meters away. His speed was incredible, and his agility was beyond belief.

"Unparalleled Mad Saber!"

Zhao Wushuang roared again and again, his brow furrowed like a pair of crossed blades.

The sleeves on his arms had been completely blown apart.

With each slash, his Long Saber unleashed a brilliant blue light that advanced with unstoppable momentum.

Hong Yu snorted coldly. His Divine Demon Wings vibrated, tearing through the air as he dodged between the numerous, sharp blades and rapidly advanced on Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang’s eyes narrowed.

He had never imagined that Hong Yu, aided by the Divine Demon Wings, could be so fast, much less maintain such agility while moving at high speed.

"Well, well. You’re not weak at all. In that case, I’ll stop holding back!"

Zhao Wushuang broke into a savage grin.

Streams of blue light surged from behind him.

The specks of light gathered into tiny, finger-sized streams of energy, which grew stronger until they formed torrents as thick as an arm, then as thick as an adult’s thigh.

The nine torrents of energy moved like sentient True Dragons.

They coiled and soared behind Zhao Wushuang.

BANG! BANG!

The energy torrents collided and fused, condensing behind him into the image of a blue saber, a full twenty-five meters tall.

The hilt of this blue saber’s image was a dragon’s tail.

The blue dragon’s body coiled up from the hilt, extending along the length of the blade.

Coiling, twisting.

Along the cold length of the blade were nine large rings piercing through the dragon’s body, as if locking it onto the great saber.

"The Nine-Ring Dragon Slayer Sword... the legendary ultimate Primordial Weapon of the Sword Dao, a weapon of pure destructive power. To think Zhao Wushuang has comprehended such a formidable Mystical Technique." Feng Xue Xin’s brow furrowed in worry. She knew the truth behind this blue saber’s image and its origins; it was absolutely extraordinary.

Yeban frowned and muttered, "Hong Yu should be able to win, right?"

Feng Xue Xin’s mouth felt bitter; she didn’t know how to answer.

「In the other camp.」

Xiahuang Ba’s eyes twitched, a sharp glint flashing within them.

Clearly...

...this was also the first time he had seen Zhao Wushuang unleash his Mystical Illusion.

The waves of power emanating from the blue Long Saber made even Xiahuang Ba feel a chill of apprehension.

He narrowed his eyes and muttered, ’Good thing this is only a Mystical Illusion. Zhao Wushuang hasn’t broken through to the Primordial Spirit Realm, so he can’t condense the Mystical Illusion into a Mystical Dharma Aspect. Otherwise, with the unparalleled, domineering nature of the Nine-Ring Dragon Slayer Sword, I’m afraid even I would have a hard time dealing with him.’

"Does that mean Hong Yu is dead for sure?"

Zhang Weihu asked, his eyes filled with excitement.

The merciless humiliation he had suffered at Hong Yu’s hands aboard the Celestial Dragon Warship had cost him all his dignity.

The incident had become a running joke.

These past few days, Zhang Weihu hardly dared to go out. Anyone who saw him was quick with a sneer or a sarcastic remark. Even in his dreams, he hated Hong Yu so much he wanted to tear a chunk of flesh off him.

Now, seeing Hong Yu on the verge of defeat, he was naturally ecstatic.

Zhang Weilong said calmly, "Calm down. Hong Yu’s death is a certainty. His Highness has already issued the order to kill him. He can’t escape!"

Zhang Weihu nodded eagerly.

His fists were clenched and his eyes were bloodshot, eagerly anticipating the gratifying scene of Zhao Wushuang beheading Hong Yu.

The very thought of it was exhilarating.

Xiahuang Dun inwardly sneered at Zhang Weihu’s display but kept his expression neutral. He said calmly, "I’ve prepared a Soul Refining Array. Once Hong Yu is dead, I’ll capture his Soul and imprison it within the array. I’ll use the Yin Yang Dual Fire to smelt it day and night, until he’s in a state where he can neither live nor die."

"Excellent! When the time comes, remember to let me have a turn. I’m going to piss on his head and throw him in a latrine!"

Zhang Weihu’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

Xiahuang Dun replied calmly, "That’s child’s play. Once we’ve killed Hong Yu, we’ll capture all of his friends. Then we’ll humiliate and torture them right in front of his Soul. For the men, we’ll chop off their hands and feet, use their blood to water the flowers, and feed their flesh to the dogs. As for the women, we’ll drag them over to torture and toy with..."

"Hahaha, Brother Xiahuang, you’re truly in a league of your own!" Zhang Weihu said excitedly.

Xiahuang Ba couldn’t help but frown.

He was privately contemptuous and utterly repulsed by Xiahuang Dun’s behavior.

In his mind, if you didn’t like someone, you should just crush them directly. All this other business felt unmanly.

However, remembering that Xiahuang Dun had Venerable Xiahuang’s backing, he kept his thoughts to himself.

BOOM!

The blue saber light and golden Spear Aura collided, erupting in a dazzling explosion of magnificent energy.

Hong Yu was thrown backward, spitting blood.

The impact jarred his old wounds, sending a jolt of pain through him as if he’d been struck by lightning.

Zhao Wushuang was also in agony. The terrifying force of the impact had split open the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, leaving it a bloody, mangled mess.

The Big Saber slipped from his bloodied hand and flew through the air.

His arms hung at his sides, his gaze cold and flickering. He never expected Hong Yu to be this formidable.

"You really are a tenacious one!"

Zhao Wushuang took a deep breath and muttered, "But you are still destined to die today!"

WHOOSH!

The illusion of the Nine-Ring Dragon Slayer Sword behind Zhao Wushuang pulsed with light.

It was incomparably sharp, an unstoppable force.

The Mystical Illusion leaped high into the air and fused with the Long Saber in Zhao Wushuang’s hand. The blade swelled, enveloped in a blue glow, until it was over thirty meters long.

His arms moved like dragons, his eyes burned like torches.

"Sky-breaking Slash!"

With a great roar, he swung the Long Saber.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The thirty-meter-long Big Saber slashed down from afar, sending tremors through the void. Its power was so immense it had reached a level where it could affect spatial fluctuations.

The strike was incredibly heavy.

Each downward swing stirred a terrifying shockwave of energy, creating a series of sonic booms.

’What a powerful strike,’

Hong Yu thought, his eyes narrowing.

He had been suppressing his combat power, not out of arrogance, but to guard against Xiahuang Ba and the others.

But things had come to this.

Zhao Wushuang was too powerful; he could no longer afford to hold back.

BANG!

A massive phantom suddenly burst forth from behind Hong Yu.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant stomped its hooves and swung its trunk like a great dragon. It let out a ferocious roar that shook the void.

"With strength to uproot mountains, and power to cover the world! Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant, shake the past and present!"

Hong Yu’s presence suddenly swelled.

He gripped the Godslaying Spear in one hand.

The phantom Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant roared, and its dragon-like trunk suddenly extended, wrapping around Hong Yu’s arm like a piece of armor and making it incredibly strong and thick.

Profound streams of energy surged like crashing waves, like a roiling sea.

HUMMM!

Driven by the immense power of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant, the three unsealed Spirit Array Runes within the Godslaying Spear began to hum, erupting in a brilliant golden light.

The Exotic Beast Artifact Soul contained within awoke as if it were a slumbering Flood Dragon.

It let out a low roar.

The three Spirit Array Runes continuously empowered it, radiating light and filling the Artifact Soul.

ROOAAR!

A low roar vibrated and exploded in Hong Yu’s chest. Under the strain of this immense power, his arm began to show faint bloody lines, unable to bear the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant’s frenzied infusion of energy.

Fortunately, Hong Yu possessed an astonishingly tough and resilient will.

He took a deep breath, and the Godslaying Spear shot forward. The circling Artifact Soul howled and writhed, its body condensing on the tip of the spear as it charged toward the massive saber aura.

CLANG!

It was as if two massive pieces of metal had crashed into one another.

The golden Spear Aura and the blue saber light refused to yield to one another.

They clashed in the void like two Exotic Beasts, tearing at each other madly, neither willing to give an inch in their struggle for supremacy.

’Damn it! Such terrifying power! How can Hong Yu be this strong?’ Zhao Wushuang felt immense pressure.

Under the continuous assault of the golden Spear Aura, terrifying sparks erupted.

The energy was so intense that the sparks were igniting the very air. They fell to the ground and erupted into a sea of raging flames.

"Impossible! I absolutely cannot lose! Cut him down!"

Zhao Wushuang’s face twisted with savagery as he frantically channeled his Primordial Gang’s Power.

However...

...how could he possibly resist the power of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant?

Even enveloped by the illusion of the Nine-Ring Dragon Slayer Sword, he was still no match for the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant.

This supreme Divine Beast from the Ancient Era, one that could fight the Cyan Dragon and White Tiger to the death, tread upon the heavenly stars, and devour all things, represented one of the absolute Peaks of power in this world.

Even as a mere phantom,

it would not allow anyone to trample upon its dignity and might.

"Break!"

Hong Yu bellowed.

He shot forward in an Arrow Step, his Divine Demon Wings beating the air and whipping up a violent storm. The golden Spear Aura grew even more powerful.

CRACK! CRACK!

The clear sound of cracking suddenly rang out.

"What?"

Zhao Wushuang stared in disbelief, his eyes looking ready to pop from their sockets.

He watched as cracks appeared on the saber aura formed by his Mystical Illusion, spreading out like a spiderweb.

"No... Impossible... How can this be..."

Zhao Wushuang roared, unwilling to accept defeat.

But his denial could not stop the saber aura from shattering, nor could it prevent the golden Spear Aura from bursting through.

BOOM!

The Spear Aura tyrannically punched through, shattering the saber aura into specks of star-like energy that scattered and fell.

Propelled by his Divine Demon Wings, Hong Yu shot forward, arriving in front of Zhao Wushuang in an instant. He drew back his sharp Godslaying Spear and then thrust it forward, about to run Zhao Wushuang through.

Under the threat of death, bleeding from his eyes, nose, and mouth, Zhao Wushuang screamed, "Xiahuang Ba, are you still not going to save me?"

With this roar,

Xiahuang Ba, Xiahuang Dun, Zhang Weilong, and over a hundred other powerhouses who had long been lying in wait, simultaneously unleashed terrifying fluctuations of energy. An overwhelming wave of attacks descended upon Hong Yu...