Immortal Martial Emperor

BOOM!

A deafening roar resounded.

The void shattered, plunging the world into darkness as a terrifying torrent of air shot into the clouds.

The blinding ball of light, as brilliant as a blazing sun, pulsed violently before converging into a single, concentrated point of radiance.

The light was as resplendent as the morning glow.

Amidst the vast and mighty energy fluctuations, a figure was sent flying backward like a streak of Flowing Light, looking utterly wretched.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The backward-flying figure slammed heavily against the valley’s rock wall.

Each successive impact sent countless boulders and clouds of dust flying, embedding his body deeper and deeper into the rock face—a full hundred meters in!

The mere shockwave from the explosion’s aftermath had blasted a person one hundred meters deep into the thick, hard rock wall.

Just what kind of terrifying power was this?

"Who is it? Who actually won?" Everyone’s eyes were wide open.

Even when the wind and sand stung their eyes, they forced them open, terrified of missing even the slightest detail.

WHOOSH!

A gust of wind passed, and the dust filling the air began to dissipate.

A figure clad in black robes slowly appeared before everyone’s eyes.

His face was like carved jade, his features exquisitely sharp and resolute—the masterpiece of a master sculptor. He was handsome and suave, with an exceptional temperament, and his very presence exuded a powerful aura.

His left eye, in particular, glowed with a faint blue light.

The blue light was like a brilliant gemstone.

It pulsed with a soul-stirring glow that seemed capable of seeing through people’s hearts, as if it held the power to comprehend all of past and present.

This person was, of course, Hong Yu!

WHOA!

The entire Windbreak Valley erupted into a clamor, completely unable to quiet down.

Unbelievable!

This was simply too hard to believe.

The great Python Dragon, a mighty expert of the Primordial Spirit Realm, had actually lost to Hong Yu?

And not only that...

He had lost so spectacularly, so decisively!

He lost the very instant they clashed?

Just how strong was this Hong Yu?

GULP!

It was unclear who swallowed first.

A chain reaction followed, as every expert, with the same dumbfounded expression, began to gulp nervously.

Even the experts from the Southern Ten Nations Alliance, who had blind faith in Hong Yu, were no exception.

Jian Chen’s face was full of bitterness. "The Primordial Spirit Realm... That’s a Primordial Spirit Realm expert. An expert like that could come to the Southern Ten Nations and sweep through everything unopposed. And someone that strong was defeated by him in a single blow? How is anyone else supposed to live?"

Luoo Xiaoguai nodded gravely, her bright eyes twinkling with a peculiar light. "There’s no living."

"You two..."

Feng Xue Xin shot them a gloomy, speechless look. Then, gazing at the youth standing proudly in the air, he muttered, ’Damn it all, I really am starting to lose the will to live!’

In the void, Hong Yu was naturally unaware of the crowd’s reaction.

He stared coldly at the huge, human-shaped crater in the rock wall. "Come on out, Python Dragon. If a mighty Primordial Spirit Realm expert died that easily, it would be far too boring!"

"Jie jie... jiejiejie..." A grating cackle, like metal scraping against metal, echoed from within the crater.

Python Dragon’s figure slowly walked out from within.

His clothes had long since been shredded, leaving only a pair of tattered pants hanging from his waist.

His powerful muscles were covered in claw marks, gruesome and jarring to the eye. The flesh was torn open, deep enough to reveal bone.

Across his torso were three parallel gashes running from his left shoulder, across his chest, down to his right waist.

Blood flowed from the wounds.

Python Dragon wiped a hand over the blood on his abdomen. He brought the viscous fluid to his nose, sniffing its metallic scent, then extended his tongue to lick the blood from his palm. A savage expression crossed his face. "Jie jie... you actually made me bleed? Good, very good. I haven’t been injured in many years, not since breaking through to the Primordial Spirit Realm."

"The fact that you could injure me today proves you are worthy of dying by my hand!"

Python Dragon took a deep breath and said sinisterly, "I don’t care why that great lord favors you so much. Today, you will die without a doubt!"

BOOM!

A powerful shockwave erupted from Python Dragon’s body.

Amidst the surge, the black Mandala Mystical Dharma Aspect manifested once more.

As its massive body twisted, it shattered the opening of the cave with a deafening RUMBLE, expanding the hole—which was already wide enough for three to five people to stand abreast—to three times its original size.

Dust and stone flew, and rubble lay scattered everywhere.

WHOOSH!

Python Dragon charged forward.

He threw a punch in mid-air, the Mandala Dharma Aspect converging on his fist as it pulsed with a black aura that inspired dread in all who saw it.

A blade of green grass drifted by on the wind. The moment it touched the black aura, it instantly withered to a grayish-black.

It was an incredibly potent poison.

To touch it was to die!

"Using poison?"

Hong Yu’s eyes flickered.

The Divine Demon Wings unfurled with a SWOOSH.

The six black wings suddenly shuddered, propelling him with incredible speed. He dodged to the left, then immediately followed up with a palm strike through the air.

His target was Python Dragon’s shoulder.

This was the critical juncture connecting the arm to the Mystical Dharma Aspect. If he hit it, he could sever the flow of potent poison from the Dharma Aspect.

"A petty trick!"

How could someone with Python Dragon’s vast combat experience fall for that?

He stomped hard with his right foot. Even though he was stepping on empty air, the force of the step was so terrifying that it produced a sonic boom.

Using the rebound force from the void, Python Dragon momentarily doubled his speed, allowing him to turn his body just enough.

And that simple turn was enough to dodge Hong Yu’s strike.

But even as he dodged the move, Python Dragon’s counterattack was just beginning.

He took a deep breath, dropped low, and completely sealed his five senses and all the pores on his body.

HSSSSSS!

The Mandala Snake Mystical Dharma Aspect behind him opened its mouth and spewed out plumes of thick, black smoke.

This was all an incredibly potent toxic fume.

Even an ordinary Primordial Spirit Realm expert would have to evade it, not daring to make contact.

"Using poison is, in the end, a crooked path. Watch me shatter your garbage snake venom!"

The Nine Transformation Dragon God Technique and the Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique were unleashed simultaneously.

In an instant, a cyan light flowed over Hong Yu’s body like a great river, vast and majestic. A powerful torrent of energy coalesced around him, and a layer of cyan Dragon Scales covered his skin.

This was the effect produced by combining the two great Dragon Race Secret Techniques.

The Nine Transformation Dragon God Technique could elevate the Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique by an entire realm. The two complemented each other perfectly, a seamless and flawless combination.

The Third Layer Realm of the Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique was called the War Dragon Sacred Body!

His body was covered in Dragon Scales, and a long, slender dragon tail grew from his tailbone.

CRACK! CRACK!

The dragon tail whipped through the air, shattering it.

Under the Shelter of the cyan light, the black gas actually retreated on its own, not daring to cross the barrier, as if it held an instinctual fear of the cyan radiance.

"Great Destruction Fist!"

With the Mandala Snake Poison no longer a threat, Hong Yu’s renewed assault became wide and sweeping. He had completely let loose.

RUMBLE!

The Nine-Colored Fist Light condensed into a single mass.

Powerful and turbulent, it made the void tremble and threw the Spiritual Power into chaos wherever it passed.

"Damn it, block it!"

Python Dragon roared again and again.

He continuously launched powerful attacks, but to his dismay, when facing a Hong Yu who was fighting without restraint, Python Dragon found himself constrained at every turn, able to unleash only half of his full combat strength.

He was being completely and utterly suppressed by Hong Yu!

Brutally beaten!

HISS! HISS!

The Mandala Snake Dharma Aspect flicked its tongue, roaring in fury.

Hong Yu flew into a rage. "Get lost! I hate things like you that have no legs and just crawl around!"

ROAR!

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant seemed to sense its master’s anger and disgust.

It whipped its massive trunk like a steel dragon’s tail, wrapping it around the Mandala Snake with a SWOOSH.

BANG!

The Mandala Snake struggled violently.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant was fearless, gripping its head in a death lock.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Mandala Snake thrashed about wildly.

Its strength was terrifying.

Its massive tail swept out, crashing against the rock walls on both sides. The walls trembled and cracked, the fissures widening into a chasm, threatening to collapse at any moment.

"Aaargh! This is infuriating!" Python Dragon roared again and again.

’When have I ever been trampled on like this?’

’This is a complete humiliation!’

But no matter how furiously he roared, Hong Yu showed not a shred of mercy. "Get lost!"

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant’s massive trunk swung hard.

The Mandala Snake was violently thrown by the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant.

It struggled in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a BOOM, this time flying a full five hundred meters.

The sheer power of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant was unimaginable.

"Damn it, how is this possible?"

Python Dragon stared in disbelief at the Mandala Snake that had been flung far into the distance.

’My Mandala Snake is famous for its immense strength, but compared to the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant, it’s like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!’

"Nothing is impossible."

Hong Yu said flatly, "You only think it’s impossible because you’re ignorant and ill-informed!"

"Hmph, don’t get too cocky. I have people backing me. If the great lord becomes enraged, forget you—the entire Southern Ten Nations Alliance will be buried with you!" Python Dragon said sinisterly.

Hong Yu took a deep breath. "Still unrepentant. You still want to bring disaster to my Southern Ten Nations. Then die!"

Flames of fury erupted in Hong Yu’s eyes.

This time, he was truly enraged!

ROAR!

The phantom of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant pulsed with anger and defiance. A layer of blue light welled up in Hong Yu’s left eye and shot out, piercing into Python Dragon’s body while he was still in a daze.

"This is..."

Python Dragon’s heart leaped in shock. As his body trembled slightly,

the light in his eyes instantly vanished, leaving only a dull, grayish-white. He looked vacant, like a puppet that had lost its consciousness.

It was, of course, the Pupil Technique: Heaven-Filling!

’Anyone who can reach the Primordial Spirit Realm has sufficiently powerful Spiritual Power; otherwise, it would be impossible to merge with the Primordial Embryo to form a Primordial Spirit. With my current Mid-stage Primordial Spirit Realm Spiritual Power, it’s still a bit difficult to directly affect an Early-stage Primordial Spirit expert!’

Looking at the dazed, puppet-like Python Dragon, Hong Yu grinned.

He took an Arrow Step forward and kicked Python Dragon square in the chest.

BANG!

Python Dragon’s body was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.

However, the body of a Primordial Spirit Realm expert had undergone a transformation. How could it be destroyed so easily?

The powerful impact jolted Python Dragon back to a sliver of clarity. Humiliated and enraged, he tried to get up.

But...

SWOOSH!

A black shadow flashed past.

The Divine Demon Wings coalesced into a sharp black blade and swept by.

PFFT!

Python Dragon’s head was instantly sent flying, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

THUD!

Python Dragon’s body collapsed to the ground.

Just then, a streak of black light shot out from the body, trying to flee into the distance.

It was Python Dragon’s Primordial Spirit.

However...

His Primordial Spirit had just taken to the air when Hong Yu, already prepared, swiped his palm. A black net descended, enveloping the Primordial Spirit within it.

TSSS! TSSS!

When the Primordial Spirit collided with the black net, it immediately emitted wisps of green smoke. It shrieked repeatedly, glaring at Hong Yu with immense venom. "Let me go! Hong Yu, you’d better let me go! Otherwise, the great lord behind me will definitely kill you! He’ll make you wish you were dead!"

Hong Yu smiled playfully. "The person behind you? Skulking in the shadows like a rat. Is someone like that worthy of my fear?"

"You..."

Python Dragon’s Primordial Spirit flickered, and he ground his teeth. "I’m warning you, that great lord is a being of extremely high status in the Imperial Family of the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom! If you offend him..."

He didn’t get to finish his sentence.

Hong Yu’s gaze had already turned cold. "An expert from the Imperial Family? So what? For harming my friends, I’d kill you even if you were the Celestial King himself!"