Immortal Martial Emperor

"Die, all who stand in my way!"

Hong Yu was wreathed in fiery brilliance. He threw a punch, like a Flame Deity, utterly unstoppable.

The momentum of this punch was vast and mighty.

The crimson Elemental Power surging around his fist was tempestuous. Amidst the roiling, powerful shockwave, a loud BOOM sent the doorframe shattering. Hong Yu even intentionally let a wisp of stray Elemental Power shoot up toward the plaque above the frame.

With another BOOM, the gilded plaque bearing the character "Zhu" exploded into a shower of wooden splinters.

"Bastard! Go to hell!"

Hong Lingtong flew into a rage.

He clapped his hands in the air, and black energy shot forth—it was made of condensed Corpse Rotting Insects.

The moment these Corpse Rotting Insects touched the Elemental Power on Hong Yu’s hand, they began to devour it relentlessly, like maggots clinging to bone, trying to consume Hong Yu completely.

However, after their last clash, Hong Yu wasn’t about to be so easily corroded.

A cold snort escaped him. The True Martial Arts Intent of the Vibrating Rune Technique manifested between his palms, vast and powerful, creating ripples like those on water. Invisible Vibrating Power stacked, layer by layer, and with each pulse, a batch of Corpse Rotting Insects was shaken to dust.

After three waves of Vibrating Power swept out, all the Corpse Rotting Insects attached to Hong Yu’s hands were dead.

A carpet of insect carcasses fell to the ground.

"If this is all you’ve got, then get the hell out of my way!" Hong Yu snorted. Fist Force gathered in his palm, and he resolutely threw a punch.

The Power of Primordial Spirit in his Dantian condensed once more, its surging aura like an attack from the Ancient Boxing Emperor himself.

Facing the fist shadow that pulsed with scorching flames, Hong Lingtong’s emerald eyes glinted with a baleful green light. He roared, planting his feet firmly on the ground to stabilize himself. Then, he drew his fists to his waist, took a deep, chilling breath, and with another low growl, smashed his own fists forward, wreathed in black light.

The two forces collided, sharp point against sharp point.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The crimson Power of Primordial Spirit pulsed with scorching flames.

The dark, corrosive energy splattered out like jets of black tar.

As this black energy splattered onto the ground, a TSSSSSS sound erupted. The ground and the doorframe were all easily corroded by it. Deep pits and pockmarks still emitted wisps of black smoke. This scene made many onlookers gasp and retreat a good distance.

"My god, wh-what kind of energy is that? It even corroded Cyan Radiance Stone so easily!"

"If that landed on me, it would burn a hole right through me in the blink of an eye..."

"And Hong Yu can actually withstand that kind of corrosive energy?"

More and more onlookers began to look at Hong Yu with solemn respect.

Regardless of whether the rumors from the Heaven and Earth Alliance were true, or whether Hong Yu only became the First True Disciple because Hong Renjie had underestimated him, in this world where strength reigned supreme, demonstrating sufficient power was the most convincing proof of all.

The immense power Hong Yu had shown in these few exchanges was enough to win over the vast majority of the experts present.

Of course, Hong Yu himself couldn’t care less about any of this.

He swept his cold gaze over his opponent, the corner of his lip twitching into a slight, disdainful sneer. "Your power seems to have grown again. It looks like you’ve improved since we last met in the Ten Thousand Borders Demon Realm. However..." Hong Yu took a deep breath. "If this is all you have, you are in no position to stop me!"

"BE—GONE!"

Hong Yu roared.

A ring of crimson energy erupted from beneath his feet like a tornado, spiraling upwards around his body.

In the blink of an eye, he was completely enveloped in a crimson Energy Vortex.

Hong Yu’s power instantly multiplied several times over.

A layer of golden Flowing Light Golden Armor materialized over his body, making him as burly as a Barbaric War General and as mighty as an Ancient War God!

"The heavens and earth are boundless, I alone am supreme; Eight Desolates Slay Saint, illuminating the Celestial Universe..."

His voice was like a great bell, each word a crack of thunder.

Hong Yu suddenly retracted his right fist. A layer of golden light flowed over his bent arm, instantly making it look as though it were forged from pure gold. The bulging muscles displayed terrifying, explosive power, and the veins on his arm twitched like dormant Cyan Dragons.

BOOM!

The punch shot out like a compressed spring.

It was incredibly fast, fierce, and powerful, crossing the distance to Hong Lingtong in an instant.

The afterimages of the fist overlapped, making it seem to the naked eye as if thirty or forty fists were striking at once, making it impossible to defend against.

’This is bad...’

Hong Lingtong cried out in alarm.

However, by the time he thought to dodge, it was already too late.

BOOM!

The punch slammed squarely into his body.

"WAAH!"

Hong Lingtong’s body shuddered violently as he spat out a mouthful of thick, fresh blood. His body folded forward from his abdomen where Hong Yu had struck him, limbs bending limply. The immense force of the punch was clearly too much for him to bear; he couldn’t even maintain his balance!

"Explode! Explode! Explode!"

Hong Yu’s sharp brows knitted together as he let out a low shout.

With this shout, wave after wave of Fist Force erupted from his fist pressed against Hong Lingtong. Each wave of Fist Force sent a violent tremor through Hong Lingtong’s body. After ten consecutive impacts, the ten waves of Fist Force condensed and exploded as one.

BOOM!

Hong Lingtong’s body shot backward like an arrow released from its bow.

He flew back thirty or forty meters in the blink of an eye.

BANG! BANG! BANG—BOOM!

As he flew backward, Hong Lingtong’s body toppled and broke several pillars and decorative rockeries in the courtyard before finally crashing into the main hall opposite the gate. He snapped the hall’s main support beam, and the entire structure, over a hundred square meters in size, collapsed with a deafening roar. Dust billowed everywhere, leaving a scene of total destruction.

HISS!

A chorus of sharp gasps rippled through the crowd of onlookers.

Hong Yu had shown absolutely no mercy in that attack. They imagined that if they had been in Hong Lingtong’s place, they would have been instantly killed by that punch.

At that moment, everyone’s gaze toward Hong Yu was filled with reverence and awe.

But Hong Yu just stood at the entrance, his hands hanging at his sides. His eyes shot out two bolts of cold light as he said indifferently, "Hong Lingtong, if you’re going to keep playing dead, then I have no more time for you."

"..."

Only silence answered.

Hong Yu snorted and strode into the residence, heading for the third wing where the underground entrance was located.

However, just as he was passing the main hall, the collapsed structure exploded with a tremendous BOOM! The fallen roof and beams were all sent flying. Several pillars, each a dozen meters high and weighing thousands of pounds, spun through the air.

They flew a full hundred meters before crashing to the ground with a series of thuds.

They smashed the hard Cyan Radiance Stone tiles and embedded themselves in the earth.

A dark figure leaped high out of the ruins. In mid-air, a pair of black wings materialized on his back. They buzzed as they flapped, revealing that they were composed of hundreds of thousands of Corpse Rotting Insects connected to his body.

Hong Lingtong hovered high in the air, his arms crossed over his chest. A trickle of dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his right hand to gently wipe away the blood, glanced at it, then extended a scarlet tongue to lick the smear clean.

His expression was unreadable, but the baleful green eyes under his cloak glinted with a mix of excitement and venom. He stared intently at Hong Yu, as emotionless as the Death God himself. "Very good. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to make me bleed. Hong Yu, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

"With my bloodline, I communicate with the heavens; piercing the Netherworld, my Spiritual Power is eternal..."

Hong Lingtong whispered in a heavy, low voice.

A faint black light appeared. Upon closer inspection, it was actually countless Corpse Rotting Insects slowly gathering and circling.

What was even more horrifying was that these Corpse Rotting Insects were burrowing out from inside Hong Lingtong’s own body.

An endless number of Corpse Rotting Insects hovered and circled above his head, like a dark cloud gathering. The cloud roiled and thickened. The countless insects beat their wings, creating a deafening BUZZZZ. Then, as a cold, sinister light flared in Hong Lingtong’s eyes...

...he spat out a mouthful of thick black blood, which shifted in mid-air and condensed into a bizarre rune.

The light in Hong Lingtong’s eyes blazed as he roared, "Power of Spirit Communication, Corpse Demon Celestial Saber—Slash!"

BOOM!

The countless Corpse Rotting Insects above Hong Lingtong’s head suddenly condensed and spun, forming a black vortex high in the air. Only when the blood rune shot into the vortex did the swirling insects abruptly disperse.

WENG!

As the layers of black Corpse Rotting Insects faded away...

...a fifty-meter-long black Demon Saber, radiating a faint demonic might and an energy that made one’s heart tremble, finally appeared before everyone. The Demon Saber exuded a terrifying baleful aura. After forming it, Hong Lingtong seemed to have expended a massive amount of his Heart Spirit. He looked as if he had been completely drained, his aura weakening considerably.

"Jie jie, Hong Yu, die!"

He raised his hands high above his head, and the terrifyingly baleful Demon Saber suddenly slashed down.

The fifty-meter Demon Saber descended with immense power, cutting through the very air as it fell.

As the black vapor swirling around the Demon Saber spread out and touched the roofs of the buildings below, the grand structures melted into black smoke with a TSSSSS sound. When a decorative rockery made of Cyan Radiance Stone was touched by the black Demonic Qi...

...the rockery, which was as hard as a Mortal Level Lower-Grade Primordial Weapon, also turned into black smoke and a pool of foul-smelling black water in the blink of an eye.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Power of Spirit Communication, Corpse Demon Celestial Saber.

This was the Talent Power granted by Hong Lingtong’s special constitution, the Corpse Demon Body. With this technique, not even a Celestial Soul Realm Elder could hope to survive a blow from the Demon Saber. This was also why Hong Lingtong had never participated in promotion tournaments since awakening his Corpse Demon Body.

The Sect was unwilling for him to appear, fearing he would cause too many casualties.

At this very moment...

Hong Lingtong had finally unleashed this move, summoning the mighty Corpse Demon Celestial Saber!

Watching as the Corpse Demon Celestial Saber, wreathed in billowing Demonic Qi, was about to strike, everyone couldn’t help but hold their breath...

Could Hong Yu withstand it?