Immortal Martial Emperor

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The Cyan Nether Sword Sect had over 300,000 disciples, counting both the Outer Sect and the Inner Sect.

Although the vast majority were only at the Essence Realm or Earth Soul Realm, they were still an extremely powerful force when united.

This was the principle of many ants biting an elephant to death.

Moreover, most of them were being coerced by Wang Jiankun’s authority and had no choice but to obey him. Hong Yu was unwilling to go on a killing spree and slaughter the innocent.

Because of this, Hong Yu felt immense pressure facing the hundreds of thousands of Cyan Nether Sword Sect disciples.

Naturally, Wang Jiankun had targeted Hong Yu’s sentimentality and sense of loyalty.

He was using it as a weakness to attack him!

"Everyone, attack! Don’t worry, Hong Yu won’t bring himself to kill you."

Wang Jiankun shouted, "As long as we can wear him down and kill him, once this is over, every Outer Disciple will be rewarded with one hundred Nourishing Essence Pills, and every Inner Sect Disciple will get ten Earth Essence Pills!"

Great rewards call for brave men!

Under Wang Jiankun’s instigation, the hundreds of thousands of Cyan Nether Sword Sect disciples began to stir restlessly.

Zhui Yang Ancestor and Ziyan Ancestor glanced at each other, both cursing inwardly, ’Shameless!’

Wang Jiankun’s actions were indeed shameless, so much so that the two felt ashamed to be associated with him.

However, all they wanted right now was to kill Hong Yu, and they had to admit that Wang Jiankun’s method was extremely effective.

"Dammit, I’ll risk it!"

"I have no grudge against him. The worst he’ll do is injure me. If I get lucky and help take him down, I’ll make back everything and more!"

"He’s just Hong Yu, isn’t he? A year ago, he was eating the same food as us in the Cyan Nether Sword Sect. Why should we be afraid of him? Let’s go! Kill him first, ask questions later..."

"Fortune is found in danger! Besides, Hong Yu is famous for his sentimentality. He’ll spare us out of consideration for our shared past as sect members, so he definitely won’t kill us!"

The disciples of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect all brandished their weapons, charging at Hong Yu with murderous intent.

Facing the two to three hundred thousand of his former sect-mates charging at him so brazenly with weapons in hand, Hong Yu’s brow slowly furrowed.

The cold light dancing in his eyes made it clear that he was now filled with killing intent toward these shameless Cyan Nether Sword Sect disciples.

They knew they had no grudge against him, yet they were trying to kill him for some paltry benefits.

They spoke of camaraderie, yet they brandished their weapons without a shred of loyalty.

Hong Yu felt a little ashamed to have once been in the same Sect as such people.

Just as he was about to make a move... a long, thunderous roar suddenly echoed from the heavens. "Prince Hong, we have arrived late!"

The voice was deep, powerful, and vigorous, rolling like thunder from the distance and drawing ever closer.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked toward the horizon.

Several thousand meters away, a dense black cloud had suddenly appeared in the sky. It billowed and rolled, approaching the Cyan Nether Sword Sect at great speed.

As it drew closer, the crowd finally saw the black cloud for what it truly was!

At the head were three familiar figures.

The former Patriarch of the Beichen Family and Beichen Feng’s father—Beichen Ba!

To his right was the current Patriarch of the Iron Soldier Pavilion, Tie Heng!

These two Primordial Core Realm powerhouses were flanking an old man in the center. He had a weathered face and exuded a deep, unending aura.

This elder was treading on air, and his speed was incredible.

His black robes fluttered, cutting through the air like blades. His momentum was magnificent, far stronger than Tie Heng’s and Beichen Ba’s. He was even a cut above the Zhui Yang Ancestor in his prime.

This was none other than the founder of the Iron Soldier Pavilion, Old Sir Tie of the Tie Family.

Except...

His cultivation had now broken through the final shackles of the Peak of Primordial Core Realm, reaching the Early-stage Primordial Embryo Realm!

"Hahaha, little friend Hong Yu, this old man has arrived late!"

Old Sir Tie’s face was glowing with health as he laughed heartily.

He had been stuck at the Peak of Primordial Core Realm for nearly a hundred years, unable to break through because the opportunity had never arrived.

Just as his lifespan was about to run out, he received an Enlightenment Fruit from Hong Yu, allowing him to break through in one fell swoop to the Primordial Embryo Realm!

Now, Old Sir Tie was the undisputed number one powerhouse in the Southern Ten Nations!

With a SWISH, he transformed into a streak of black light and appeared at Hong Yu’s side.

Hong Yu glanced at him and cupped his hands. "Congratulations, Old Sir, on finally breaking through to the Primordial Embryo Realm!"

"Hahaha, this is all thanks to you, little friend!"

Old Sir Tie smiled and pointed to the dense, vast army of about fifty thousand in the sky behind him. "This old one was supposed to arrive yesterday, but I received a decree from Qin Feng on the way. He was worried that ten thousand soldiers from the Tiger and Wolf Corps wouldn’t be enough, so he had this old one bring you another forty thousand."

"Fifty thousand soldiers from the Tiger and Wolf Corps?"

Hong Yu followed his gaze...

In the air, fifty thousand soldiers of the Tiger and Wolf Corps were mounted on Tier Two Wild Beasts—Two-winged Flying Tigers and Four-winged Poison Wolves. They were clad in armor that glinted coldly, radiating a murderous air.

The dense Evil Qi had already reached the point where it could condense into killing Momentum.

Hong Yu held his breath slightly. "His Majesty is truly generous!"

Old Sir Tie laughed. "His Majesty said that from now on, you are the Qin Kingdom’s One Word Shoulder-to-shoulder King. Seeing you is the same as seeing the King of the Qin Kingdom himself. These fifty thousand soldiers of the Tiger and Wolf Corps are now under your command, serving as your personal guards. If you want them to go east, they won’t go west. If you want them to kill, they won’t even let a fly escape!"

As he finished speaking, Old Sir Tie’s cold, sharp gaze swept over the powerhouses of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect.

His eyes finally landed on Zhui Yang Ancestor, Ziyan Ancestor, and Wang Jiankun, and the corners of his lips curved into a strange arc.

"Iron Elder, you... you actually broke through to the Primordial Embryo Realm?" Zhui Yang Ancestor said in disbelief.

Old Sir Tie sneered. "Zhui Yang Old Monster, let’s settle all the scores between us, new and old, today!"

"You..."

Zhui Yang Ancestor’s expression changed abruptly.

He and Old Sir Tie had a bitter old grudge between them. In fact, the reason Old Sir Tie had been trapped at the Peak of Primordial Core Realm for nearly a hundred years was because of Zhui Yang Ancestor’s persecution.

As Zhui Yang Ancestor’s eyes flickered, he suddenly turned and fled into the distance.

Old Sir Tie had broken through to the Primordial Embryo Realm; he didn’t think he stood a chance against a cultivator of that realm!

Old Sir Tie laughed coldly. "Thinking of escaping now? It’s too late."

He waved his palm abruptly.

With the wave, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi fluctuated, and a massive Primordial Gang palm suddenly appeared in Zhui Yang Ancestor’s escape path.

BOOM!

The giant palm slapped down viciously.

Zhui Yang Ancestor had no time to dodge. The palm struck him squarely on the forehead, twisting his head a full 180 degrees. With a SPLURT, blood gushed like a fountain as his head flew right off his shoulders.

A Half-step Primordial Embryo Realm powerhouse, killed in a single move!

Such strength, such methods, such ruthlessness...

It was enough to make Ziyan Ancestor and the others break out in a cold sweat.

Even Hong Yu glanced at Old Sir Tie with surprise.

The old man took a deep breath, a glint of tears in his cloudy old eyes. He said slowly, "Little friend, please forgive the unsightly display. This old one and this Zhui Yang had a feud as deep as a Sea of Blood!"

Hong Yu nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

At that moment, Beichen Ba and Tie Heng also arrived at Hong Yu’s side.

Following them, a burly general mounted on a Tier Four Wild Beast, a Two-winged White Tiger, landed beside Hong Yu and said respectfully, "This subordinate, Zhou Wang, Legion Commander of the Fourth Legion of the Tiger and Wolf Corps, greets Lord Shoulder-to-shoulder!"

"General Zhou, please rise!"

Hong Yu said.

Zhou Wang shot to his feet, his movements swift and decisive. The plates of his armor scraped together with a metallic CLANG.

He looked at Hong Yu with stern precision and asked, "Lord Shoulder-to-shoulder, His Majesty has ordered this subordinate to lead the Fourth Legion of the Tiger and Wolf Corps and henceforth await your command!"

Hong Yu nodded and took a deep breath. "Make all of them submit. For those who resist—grant no quarter!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhou Wang nodded sharply.

He leaped back onto his Two-winged White Tiger. The Primordial Core Realm Desolate Beast let out a roar and was the first to charge toward the members of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect.

Behind him, the fifty thousand experts of the Tiger and Wolf Corps followed close behind.

The Tiger and Wolf Corps was the strongest army in the Southern Ten Nations.

Every single soldier was a battle-hardened veteran.

Fifty thousand men, coordinated with their mounts, possessed a combat strength that could not be underestimated.

In the face of the Tiger and Wolf Corps—soldiers forged in blood, raised on the battlefield, and tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood—these sycophantic disciples of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect were like a pile of loose sand.

Under the first charge of the Tiger and Wolf Corps, more than half the disciples dropped their weapons and surrendered.

After the second charge, several thousand more lives were brutally trampled under their iron hooves.

In an instant, over two hundred thousand people chose to surrender.

Of course, there were also some of Wang Jiankun’s die-hard loyalists, or perhaps those who were still clinging to a sliver of hope, who began to curse loudly, "Hong Yu, you are unworthy of being a disciple of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect! How could you harm your own sect-mates?"

"You butcher! I won’t let you go even in death!"

"You monster who slaughters his own sect! You’ll die a miserable death..."

He looked at these former sect-mates. A moment ago, they had been shouting that he wouldn’t dare to kill them, brazenly scheming about how to torture and kill him in exchange for a handsome reward.

And now, these same sect-mates were screaming, cursing him for his bloody methods.

He took a shallow breath, his gaze turning icy as he spoke coolly, "You say I’ll die a miserable death? That I’m unworthy of being a Sword Sect disciple? That I’m harming my own sect-mates? Fine. Then today, I’ll settle the score with all of you..."

Hong Yu brandished his Godslaying Spear.

He took a step forward. The Godslaying Spear swept out in a flash of golden light, sending over a hundred of the most stubborn and loudest-shouting experts flying.

"The first rule of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect’s regulations states that one must not harm a fellow disciple for any reason. Violators of this rule shall be killed without mercy!"

Hong Yu took another step forward and shot out a palm strike, blasting three experts who were trying to sneak-attack him into a bloody pulp. "But you tried to kill me for a pittance and even allowed Wang Jiankun to harm fellow disciples. Therefore, you deserve to die!"

"The second sect rule: Those who disregard the future of the Sword Sect for their own benefit shall be killed without mercy!"

Hong Yu used Tyrant’s Walk. A rolling Thunder Sound erupted, shaking ten of Wang Jiankun’s die-hard followers to death. "Therefore, you deserve to die!"

"The third sect rule: Those who show insubordination to their superiors shall be killed without mercy!"

Hong Yu moved like a gale. In a single breath, he stirred the winds and clouds, sweeping a hundred people into the air and slamming them back to the ground, their fates unknown. "You dared to disrespect Elder Bai. Therefore, you deserve to die!"

Wherever Hong Yu passed, bodies littered the ground!

He trod on a river of blood and walked over a mountain of corpses to face Wang Jiankun. "Those who collude with outsiders and plot against fellow disciples shall be killed without mercy!"

A cold, piercing golden light flared from his spear. With a roar like a transforming dragon, he shouted,

"Therefore, Wang Jiankun, you deserve to die!"

The condensed Spear Aura flashed like lightning, followed by the Nine Feather Flying Knives soaring into the sky. It looked as if Wang Jiankun was about to be slain right then and there.

But at that critical moment, a radiant white Hand Seal slapped down, forcefully shattering the brilliant Spear Aura.

Following that, a cold snort that shook one’s very Soul boomed across the sky above the Cyan Nether Sword Sect...

"Hong Yu, do you really think no one can deal with you?"