Immortal Martial Emperor

"Aren’t you going to come over and accept your death?"

A sinister, cold light danced in Hong Yu’s eyes, as if two orbs of Thousand-Year Cold Ice were spinning in their sockets.

The sinister chill they radiated made it impossible to meet his gaze.

At this moment, Hong Yu was stained with blood, his hair dancing wildly. He looked like a Demon King, sovereign over all the world.

He gripped the golden Godslaying Spear in one hand. The shaft was covered in jagged, terrifying Dragon Scales. Streaks of fresh blood flowed through the gaps between them, lingered for a moment on the sharp spearpoint, then dripped to the ground. DRIP. DRIP.

This was the blood of Unparalleled True Dragons.

It represented several masters and geniuses who were supposed to have boundless prospects, a smooth path forward, and limitless future accomplishments.

And yet, in this moment...

They had become nothing more than Lost Souls, slain by the young man before them.

This was a terrifying battle!

"Impossible, how could you have become so strong?" Zhao Wushuang gulped frantically.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and intense indignation.

He had been born in the Sword God Kingdom and grew up hailed as a prodigy. He was considered one of the geniuses most likely to become an Unparalleled Genius in the entire kingdom.

He was wreathed in countless accolades.

This had long made Zhao Wushuang incredibly arrogant. The only ones he acknowledged were the handful of Unparalleled Geniuses; even people like Xiahuang Ba and Ling Aotian were nothing special in his eyes.

But now, Hong Yu—a person he’d never even deigned to notice, someone he thought he could kill with minimal effort—had revealed a power that made his very heart tremble.

This was unimaginable.

Xiahuang Ba’s gaze flickered; he was even more shocked. He recognized the expert known as the "second Overlord Body Walker" whom Hong Yu had just killed. He’d crossed hands with him before.

Both of them were Overlord Body Walkers.

Though incredibly proud, Xiahuang Ba had still held the man in high regard.

The man truly possessed formidable strength and talent, enough to be his rival.

’Even I would have had to use some tricks to kill him. But the power Hong Yu just displayed... it’s terrifying, deeply unsettling. Could this all be from the Dragon Blood Inheritance? Damn it, that inheritance should have been mine!’

Xiahuang Ba’s expression flickered, finally settling on a livid shade.

He now deeply regretted waiting to ambush Hong Yu, planning to trap him like a cornered animal.

Why didn’t he just smash through the Prohibition from the start, enter the cavern, and take the Dragon Blood Inheritance for himself? Then *he* would be the one looking down on all the heroes.

Too bad there were no second chances in this world.

Xiahuang Ba recalled a Secret Technique he had once studied but never used. A cold glint appeared in his eyes. ’That Blood Exchange Technique is an Ancient Evil Cultivation Technique. Legend has it that an ordinary person once used it to obtain the bloodline of an unsurpassed genius, becoming one of the greatest talents in the world. If I can get Hong Yu’s blood, wouldn’t his Dragon Blood Inheritance become mine?’

At this thought, a hint of feverish greed appeared in Xiahuang Ba’s gaze as he looked at Hong Yu.

He sent a voice transmission to Zhao Wushuang. "Wushuang, I have a way to plunder the talent in Hong Yu’s bloodline and share it between the two of us."

"Hm?"

Zhao Wushuang was startled.

In truth, he was also overcome with envy and jealousy of Hong Yu.

Xiahuang Ba continued, "I have the Blood Exchange Technique, which can plunder his bloodline’s power. But first, we need to kill Hong Yu. Only then can we take his bloodline."

"Kill Hong Yu? Easier said than done."

Zhao Wushuang gave a bitter smile.

Xiahuang Ba transmitted, "Don’t forget Hong Yu’s weakness. He’s sentimental. If we get our hands on Feng Xue Xin and Yeban, he’ll be forced to hold back. We could even threaten him into surrendering without a fight!"

"Are you sure Hong Yu would agree?"

Zhao Wushuang hesitated.

He found it hard to imagine that Hong Yu would allow himself to be captured for the sake of his friends.

Xiahuang Ba gritted his teeth. "This is our only way."

"Fine!"

Zhao Wushuang was not an indecisive man; he knew this was indeed their only option.

The two roared in unison, "Don’t be fooled! Hong Yu is at the end of his rope! He’s strong on the outside but empty on the inside! He’s just bluffing! If we just hold on for a bit, his energy will run out and he’ll collapse!"

"Go fuck yourselves!"

"I’d be a goddamn idiot to believe you again!"

The other powerhouses erupted in angry curses.

They had only agreed to cooperate with Zhao Wushuang and his cohort because of a moment of greed, coupled with the belief that Hong Yu, however strong, could not be invincible.

But now...

The strength Hong Yu displayed left them with no desire to fight him at all.

The benefits promised by Venerable Xiahuang were certainly tempting.

But...

You had to be alive to enjoy them!

At once, a man stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Your Excellency Hong Yu, my name is Luu Tianwang. I was deceived by villains into attacking you. Now I see through their insidious schemes and wish to leave the darkness for the light. I hope Your Excellency can overlook my past offenses!"

Luu Tianwang said with a completely serious expression.

He, the 67th-ranked Unparalleled True Dragon powerhouse, was an incredibly proud man, yet now he bowed his head.

He was thoroughly humbled by Hong Yu’s power.

Hong Yu gave Luu Tianwang a thoughtful look, then nodded. "Fine. I won’t hold it against you."

Seeing that Hong Yu didn’t make things difficult for Luu Tianwang, someone else immediately stepped forward. "Your Excellency Hong Yu, I..."

"Apologies, we were deceived into attacking you! Please forgive us!"

"We swear we will never be your enemy in the future!"

"We withdraw!"

In a flash, over two-thirds of the ninety-some remaining Ultimate True Dragon Level powerhouses declared they would no longer fight and withdrew from the battlefield.

Hong Yu did not stop or trouble them.

These people’s crimes did not warrant death.

What’s more...

’Even with my great strength, I can’t just slaughter indiscriminately and incur the wrath of the masses.’

’Otherwise, I’ll never be able to take a single step in the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom again.’

The remaining twenty-odd Unparalleled True Dragon powerhouses exchanged glances, clearly wanting to beat a retreat. However, they were all Venerable Xiahuang’s trusted followers and dared not withdraw now. As much as they feared Hong Yu killing them, they were even more terrified of Venerable Xiahuang settling the score with them later.

"You... you people..."

"So much for brotherhood..."

Xiahuang Ba and Zhao Wushuang’s faces were livid, the corners of their eyes twitching uncontrollably.

They had originally planned to incite the crowd to fight Hong Yu to the death, and then use Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban to threaten him.

But now it seemed the plan needed to change.

"You lot, keep Hong Yu busy! We have a plan to defeat him!" Xiahuang Ba roared.

"But..."

One of the powerhouses hesitated.

Xiahuang Ba shot them a cold glare. "Disobey, and you can wait for His Highness’s punishment!"

"Alright!"

This group of powerhouses had no choice but to attack.

If Venerable Xiahuang punished them, it wouldn’t just be them who suffered; their families would be implicated as well.

In an instant, the remaining twenty powerhouses all attacked in unison.

"Hmph. I already gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it! In that case..."

Hong Yu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. His calm voice suddenly exploded like rumbling war drums. BOOM! BOOM! "Today, you can’t blame me, Hong Yu, for unleashing a slaughter!"

The moment his voice fell, Hong Yu’s eyes snapped open.

In his left eye, a river of blue stars could be faintly seen spinning.

The full force of his Late-stage Primordial Spirit Realm Spiritual Power erupted, driving the Blue Stars as he executed his Pupil Technique: Heaven-Filling!

Pupil Technique: Heaven-Filling!

In an instant, an expanse of ice-blue light converged and shot across the sky. Over nine thousand thread-like strands of blue Spiritual Power flew out and intertwined.

They then condensed, forming a gigantic blue net.

With a WHOOSH, the massive net shot open.

Its range was enormous, enveloping all twenty-something of the charging Ultimate True Dragon Level powerhouses.

"What is this thing?"

"It seems to be a Spiritual Power attack!"

"A Spiritual Power attack? These are all Ultimate True Dragon Level powerhouses. No matter how strong Hong Yu’s Spiritual Power is, he shouldn’t be able to deal with so many people at once, right?"

"Strange. Is he just trying to interfere with them?"

The Unparalleled True Dragon powerhouses who had already withdrawn from the battle chatted amongst themselves, exchanging opinions. They all guessed this was just Hong Yu’s tactic to harass the enemy, not thinking he could actually kill anyone with it.

However...

When the next scene unfolded, they were left completely stunned.

Some of them even broke out in a cold sweat that streamed down their backs like a waterfall, completely soaking their robes.

Ensnared by the blue net, which was like a Celestial Net of Heaven and Earth...

The twenty-something fierce and murderous Ultimate True Dragon Level powerhouses suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning.

Their eyes, once filled with ferocity and determination, were now vacant and bewildered.

It was as if they were covered by a layer of gauze.

Everyone’s movements became weak and powerless, even extremely slow. They looked as if they were sleepwalking, listless and soulless.

Of course.

This alone wasn’t enough to make the sixty or seventy Unparalleled True Dragon powerhouses feel terrified and horrified.

The truly heart-stopping scene happened at this moment.

The corners of Hong Yu’s lips curved up into a cold arc. His eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, as placid as an ancient well without a single ripple.

He walked forward slowly.

He strolled leisurely among the twenty-some sleepwalking Unparalleled True Dragons.

Suddenly.

Hong Yu raised his left hand. A Palm Light shot out, cyan Dragon Scales writhing and condensing into a razor-sharp Palm Blade. SWISH! It split one of the powerhouses from head to gut, spilling blood and viscera across the ground.

Hong Yu seemed not to notice.

At the same time, his right hand swept out, the Godslaying Spear shining with a brilliant golden light.

The golden Spear Aura slashed out like a golden curtain of water.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Six powerhouses in a row exploded, their bodies shattering, blood flying spectacularly like fireworks.

With every step he took, he killed a person.

Blood flowed freely, and corpses lay strewn about.

The blood of Ultimate True Dragon Level powerhouses contained immense energy. It sank into the ground and emitted a faint, precious glow, yet no one dared to take a step forward.

Everyone felt as if an apple was stuck in their throat.

They were unable to make a sound.

A kill with every step, leaving no trace for a thousand miles!

What domineering power was this?

What magnificent prestige?

This...

What kind of Killing Demon King was this?

Everyone’s gaze towards Hong Yu was filled with deep fear and awe.

BOOM!

With one thrust of his Divine Spear, he blew apart a powerhouse blocking his way into shattered pieces. Amidst the carnage, Hong Yu’s figure slowly emerged. His gaze met Zhao Wushuang’s and Xiahuang Ba’s as he said faintly, "Now, it’s finally your turn!"