Immortal Martial Emperor

Watching Hong Yu give chase like a thunderbolt, a look of wild joy and excitement washed over Feng Xue Xin’s face.

The three great Peak Powerhouses of the Southern Ten Nations and Ten Sects—Zhui Yang Ancestor, Sun and Moon Old Demon, and Ziyan Ancestor—had been famous for decades, even centuries. Which one of them didn’t have the renowned "Night Child’s Cry" reputation?

Which one of them wasn’t a powerhouse who could make the vast Southern Ten Nations tremble with a single stomp of their foot?

It was no exaggeration to say that the three of them absolutely represented the peak of the Martial Dao for an entire era in the Southern Ten Nations!

But now...

The three of them had joined forces to ambush and kill him, yet they were the ones who had been utterly routed by Hong Yu alone.

In the end, one had fallen, one was crippled, and the sole survivor, Ziyan Ancestor, was fleeing for his life!

What an astonishing battle record this was!

"Junior Brother Hong, I’m coming to help you!"

Feng Xue Xin laughed heartily, his spirits soaring. He stepped onto the Seven-Star void and chased after them, bringing Beichen Tianshuang with him.

Beichen Tianshuang’s face was also filled with happiness and pride. She clenched her fists and murmured, ’Brother Yu really is the strongest!’

Ziyan Ancestor cradled the weakly breathing Zhui Yang Ancestor, his expression so grim it looked like water could drip from it.

He had never imagined that the three of them would be forced into such a state by a mere youngster.

Humiliating?

No, this was beyond humiliating.

This was a disgrace to eighteen generations of his ancestors.

Ziyan Ancestor wanted to cry but had no tears left, his heart filled with extreme resentment. ’If I had fucking known this kid was so difficult to deal with, I never would have agreed to Zhui Yang’s plan to ambush him. The most important thing now is to hurry to the Cyan Nether Sword Sect. Only with Hai Cangtian’s help can I deal with him.’

SWISH! SWISH!

As he was thinking, the sharp sound of something tearing through the air suddenly came from behind.

Ziyan Ancestor froze.

He glanced back out of the corner of his eye, and his expression changed drastically. ’Damn it, how is he so fast?’

Ziyan Ancestor was widely recognized as the fastest among the older generation of powerhouses in the Ten Kingdoms!

Not even the most mysterious Yuan Cang could compare to him in terms of speed. He had absolute confidence in his own velocity; how could he imagine that a junior could actually catch up to him?

’Shit, this is trouble. I have to speed up.’

Ziyan Ancestor accelerated frantically, streaking across the sky like a bolt of purple Flowing Light.

"Hm? This old bastard is actually pretty fast!"

A look of surprise appeared in Hong Yu’s eyes.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and nine hovering Flying Sabers suddenly shot out from his body—it was the Nine Feather Flying Knives!

"Go!"

Under the control of his Spiritual Power, the Nine Feather Flying Knives shot out with a SWISH!

Their speed was incredibly fast!

The Nine Feather Flying Knives were much faster than both Hong Yu and Ziyan Ancestor. In the blink of an eye, they were already behind Ziyan Ancestor, who naturally sensed their approach.

However, Ziyan Ancestor paid them no mind, sneering with disdain. ’Has he reached his top speed already? Trying to use such a petty trick to slow me down is just laughable.’ As he thought this, Ziyan Ancestor threw a palm strike behind him.

The Palm Wind contained scorching flames, reaching temperatures of over a thousand degrees.

Ordinary weapons would melt into molten iron under such intense heat.

However...

The Nine Feather Flying Knives were completely unaffected by the high temperature. With a SWISH, they pierced through the fiery barrier and appeared behind the unprepared Ziyan Ancestor.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

All nine Flying Sabers struck him at once.

BANG!

Ziyan Ancestor was caught off guard. Coupled with the impact force of several hundred thousand jin from each of the Nine Feather Flying Knives, he was knocked straight out of the sky and sent plummeting toward the ground.

BOOM!

Ziyan Ancestor crashed forcefully into a mountain several hundred meters tall.

"Bastard..."

With an enraged roar, Ziyan Ancestor, wreathed in purple flames, burned a large hole through the other side of the mountain and burst out, continuing his flight.

It wasn’t that he had never seen a Control System Spiritual Power user before.

But...

...in all his hundred-plus years of experience, when had he ever seen someone who could simultaneously control nine Flying Sabers, each one imbued with such terrifying power?

He had never seen anything like it!

"Bastard! Zhui Yang, you old bastard, you old son of a bitch, you’ve gotten me killed!"

Ziyan Ancestor roared in fury.

Seeing the nine Flying Sabers trace nine blue arcs of light as they rushed toward him again, Ziyan Ancestor broke out in a cold sweat and could only desperately push his speed to the limit.

This time, he didn’t dare to underestimate these Flying Sabers!

Unfortunately...

No matter how fast he was, he couldn’t outrun the Nine Feather Flying Knives!

Thus, a most peculiar scene unfolded during the chase, one that left the trailing Feng Xue Xin utterly dumbfounded.

The great Ziyan Ancestor, a Peak Powerhouse of the Ten Kingdoms and Ten Sects, was fleeing for his life, while behind him, Hong Yu followed at a leisurely, unhurried pace. Nine Flying Sabers would whistle past, smashing Ziyan Ancestor into the ground again and again.

Then, Ziyan Ancestor would roar a few crazed curses and continue to flee for his life.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

Over and over again, Ziyan Ancestor was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

The chase lasted for a full day and night. By the time he was only half a day away from the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, there wasn’t a single uninjured spot on Ziyan Ancestor’s body. He was a miserable sight, battered by the relentless sneak attacks of the Nine Feather Flying Knives.

Disheveled and grimy, he looked no different from a beggar!

Cyan Forest City was the closest city to the Cyan Nether Mountain Range.

Zhong Tingyu was the Hall Master of the Underground Alliance’s branch in Cyan Forest City, and his cultivation had reached the Late-stage Celestial Soul Realm.

The Underground Alliance had not only a business network but also a system for gathering and coordinating intelligence.

Today, Zhong Tingyu was sorting through intelligence reports as usual when he saw a dispatch from his superiors that clearly detailed the results of the recent Southern Ten Nations martial tournament.

He clicked his tongue and sighed. "The Fengyue Kingdom really made a name for itself this time. To think that two of the Four True Dragons are from the Fengyue Kingdom..."

Zhong Tingyu looked at the name of the young man ranked in first place and sighed in admiration. "Incredible. I’ve looked into this Hong Yu’s file before. He rose from obscurity with no resources or backing, relying entirely on his own two hands to fight his way to where he is now. Truly incredible!"

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office at the top of the Underground Alliance’s tower, gazing into the distance.

Suddenly...

Zhong Tingyu’s eyes shifted, his gaze locking onto the distant horizon. ’What’s that? Wait, are there powerhouses fighting out there?’

Having been in charge of intelligence for many years, Zhong Tingyu had a uniquely sharp Perception for such situations.

He grit his teeth, spun around, and left the tower, sprinting toward the outskirts of the city.

Before long, he arrived at an observation tower outside the city gates. This tower was a scenic viewpoint, a full five hundred meters tall, normally used by tourists to gaze upon the Cyan Nether Mountain Range.

However, the fee was exorbitant, so very few people ever climbed it.

Zhong Tingyu paid the fee directly and ascended to the top at his fastest speed. Using the Gaze Mirror on the tower to look into the distance, he happened to see the situation unfolding in the sky tens of thousands of meters away.

The first person to enter his view was Ziyan Ancestor, who was wreathed in purple flames.

Zhong Tingyu raised an eyebrow in surprise. ’Covered in purple flames and able to walk on air? Th-this is the Ziyan Family’s Ziyan Ancestor from the Ten Kingdoms and Ten Sects? Wh-what is he doing here?’

He shifted his line of sight slightly.

Zhong Tingyu gasped, so shocked he almost bit his tongue off.

He saw nine streaks of blue light suddenly shoot through the void, moving so fast that all he could see was a string of blue afterimages.

The afterimages struck one after another. Amidst a series of BOOMS and blinding blue flashes, they slammed hard into Ziyan Ancestor’s body. The great Ziyan Ancestor, one of the Top Ten Powerhouses, was utterly powerless to resist as he was blasted into the ground, destroying a swath of mountains and rivers. He then scrambled up miserably and continued to flee for his life.

HISSS!

Zhong Tingyu sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

He quickly looked toward the source of the nine blue lights, his eyes widening in disbelief, almost breathless. ’Covered in golden light, long black hair... Th-that’s Hong Yu? Hong Yu is chasing Ziyan Ancestor and beating him so badly he can’t even fight back? This is big news! Huge news!’

Zhong Tingyu was so excited he could barely breathe.

He tried to use the Gaze Mirror to look again, but he found that Hong Yu and Ziyan Ancestor were already growing distant.

Zhong Tingyu’s face grew thoughtful. ’It looks like they’re heading toward the Cyan Nether Sword Sect? No, I have to report this news as soon as possible. If my superiors value this information, I might even get a promotion out of it! Hahaha...’

He left the observation tower, laughing maniacally.

Thanks to the Underground Alliance’s terrifyingly swift information network, the news gradually reached all the major powers within half a day.

The first reaction of every powerhouse who received this news was: Impossible!

But the Underground Alliance never dealt in false reports. And so, more and more skeptical powerhouses and factions began rushing to the Fengyue Kingdom to investigate the truth.

Just as the entire Southern Ten Nations was thrown into an uproar,

Hong Yu had pursued Ziyan Ancestor all the way to the Cyan Nether Mountain Range. Gazing at the towering mountains ahead, the disheveled and battered Ziyan Ancestor’s eyes shone with an excited light.

This great Peak of Primordial Core Realm expert, who should have remained calm in any situation, now had eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Throughout the entire chase, he had been longing for this moment with every fiber of his being.

Looking at the approaching Hong Yu, and especially at the nine Nine Feather Flying Knives glowing with a faint blue light, Ziyan Ancestor’s aged face twitched.

In the past day, he had been hit by these nine Flying Sabers more than a hundred times!

Now, the mere sight of the Nine Feather Flying Knives almost made him want to cry.

"Wang Jiankun, why the hell aren’t you out here yet?"

Ziyan Ancestor roared.

The voice of a magnificent Peak of Primordial Core Realm expert was so powerful that a single shout echoed throughout the entire Cyan Nether Mountain Range.

As his voice rang out, a lofty response suddenly came from within the Cyan Nether Mountain Range: "Brother Ziyan, didn’t you and the others swear that day you would capture this boy alive? How did he manage to leave you in such a sorry state?"

"Fuck you, Wang Jiankun! If you don’t make a move, I’m out of here..."

Ziyan Ancestor bellowed furiously.

Only then did Wang Jiankun’s calm voice slowly drift over. "Hahaha, Brother Ziyan, rest assured. Since you’ve made it to the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, I can naturally guarantee your safety!"

"Hong Yu, you little brat, long time no see!"

His voice gradually turned cold. "I was worried Zhui Yang and the other two might have killed you on the way here, which would have made it difficult to quell the hatred in my heart. I never thought you’d actually chase him all the way here. What a pity for you—you’ve just walked right into a trap! By this time next year, it will be the anniversary of your death!"

The moment his voice fell, a tremendous roar suddenly echoed from the entire Cyan Nether Mountain Range.

An invisible fluctuation of aura caused Hong Yu, who was in hot pursuit of Ziyan Ancestor, to falter for a moment. His expression changed drastically...

’This is...?’