Strongest War Emperor

When Shen Lang arrived, he stopped the two endlessly fighting King Martial Realm powerhouses with a single sentence. With another, Jun Qianshang actually fell to his knees...

In the distance, the crowd of people who had mocked Shen Lang and were waiting to see what would become of him were instantly turned to stone.

Nothing could be more unpredictable than this!

It was one thing for two King Martial Realm powerhouses, who fought like mortal enemies, to stop fighting for such a young man.

But for this War God-like figure to actually kneel before him, looking as if he was about to burst into tears... ’What in the world is going on?’

’Just who is this kid?’

While those people were still stunned, Shen Lang summoned the two over.

He said softly, "This isn’t the place to talk. Since you both ran into me here, you can help me with something. We’ll talk as we go."

"Relax your bodies. Don’t resist."

With that, Shen Lang waved his hand. A ray of light enveloped Flower Soul and Jun Qianshang, pulling them both into the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron.

Then, with a blur of motion and a powerful flap of his black wings, he shot toward the Hidden Moon Tomb like a streak of black light.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished over the distant horizon.

He left behind a crowd of people staring blankly at the horizon, utterly stupefied.

...

The wilderness was barren, with not a single blade of grass to be seen. Only a few scattered, ancient trees with bare branches dotted the landscape. A thick fog permeated the air, making the surroundings extremely hazy and bleak.

A collapsed ruin, buried under yellow sand, stood there silently, like a city built underground.

Beneath these massive ruins lay the Hidden Moon Tomb.

Within the ruins were endless broken walls and shattered tiles.

Sections of mostly collapsed brick walls stood amidst the rubble. The mottled scars of war were carved into these walls of an unknown age, which, along with rocks worn smooth by wind and sand, spoke of an eternity of desolation.

No one knew what had truly happened here.

By a stroke of chance, a wall was discovered. Thus, these ruins, and the Hidden Moon Tomb beneath them, were finally unearthed.

It was now dusk. Although people from various factions were stationed around the ruins, the area still felt desolate and lonely.

On a small hill, five Xuanwu Realm powerhouses from the Imperial Dragon Sect stood, looking down at the ruins with worry-filled eyes.

Other than them, no one else here knew of the great, unknown danger that existed within the Hidden Moon Tomb.

Right now, the trials of the various factions were still in full swing.

Even though the Imperial Dragon Sect had begun using domineering methods to drive people out, their efforts had little effect.

They even faced backlash from many factions. The Hidden Moon Tomb was enormous, like a massive palace complex, and the people from these factions used the excuse that they couldn’t find their own members to shamelessly drag things out.

The people from the Imperial Dragon Sect were helpless.

There were so many factions, and some of them were even members of the Royal Family, who had a special relationship with the Imperial Dragon Sect.

They couldn’t just grab them all and give them a savage beating...

From their vantage point on the hill, they had a clear view of the massive entrance to the Hidden Moon Tomb below.

The entrance reeked of a gloomy Yin Qi, sending a chill down one’s spine even from a great distance.

In the eyes of these few Xuanwu Realm powerhouses, it was as if six or seven hundred people had crawled into a gaping, bloody maw that could snap shut at any moment...

Yet, they dared not make any major moves, terrified they would startle the giant beast and provoke it into closing its bloody maw.

"CAW!"

Suddenly, a strange cry pierced the silence of the Hidden Moon Tomb’s ruins.

The five Xuanwu Realm powerhouses of the Imperial Dragon Sect all shivered at once!

It was just the ordinary caw of a crow in the ruins.

But hearing it so suddenly in this atmosphere, while their hearts were already filled with fear, made it sound like a scream from Hell itself. It made their blood run cold and their skin crawl.

’When will the elders from the Sect finally arrive? If the reinforcements don’t get here soon, something terrible is going to happen...’

The sky grew darker. An evil mist began to rise, a sinister wind blew, and waves of Demon Qi filled the air, creating an oppressively suffocating atmosphere.

This feeling of an impending storm made the Xuanwu Realm powerhouses from the Imperial Dragon Sect feel as if a great mountain was weighing on their hearts.

Just then, a slight commotion broke out among the group of disciples behind them.

The five of them sensed something and all turned around.

They saw a small black dot on the distant horizon grow larger and larger, arriving before them in the blink of an eye.

It was a black-clad youth carrying a simple, ancient-looking long saber on his back.

A pair of ink-black wings behind the youth beat slowly as he stood in mid-air, indifferently scanning the people from the various factions stationed below.

Before he could make a move, several people from the factions near the ruins immediately flew up from the ground, blocking his path.

Each of them wore an unfriendly expression, clearly intending to prevent anyone else from entering the Hidden Moon Tomb!

When the Xuanwu Realm powerhouses from the Imperial Dragon Sect saw that it wasn’t their reinforcements, they couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

The five exchanged a glance, and one of them soared into the air, declaring loudly, "Halt! A trial is currently underway in the Hidden Moon Tomb. People are only allowed out, not in!"

"I don’t care what sect you’re from, leave this place immediately!"

The newcomer was, of course, Shen Lang, who had rushed over.

Shen Lang’s gaze passed over the people in front of him. He gave the area below a cursory glance before fixing his eyes on the dark and gloomy entrance to the Hidden Moon Tomb.

Around the ruins below were about thirty factions, large and small.

Each faction had more than twenty people stationed here, including at least two Xuanwu Realm powerhouses.

The rest were mostly Martial Artists at the Spirit Martial Realm.

Seeing Shen Lang ignore him, the Xuanwu Realm powerhouse from the Imperial Dragon Sect said with a displeased expression, "Young man, did you not hear me speaking to you?"

Shen Lang retracted his gaze and grinned. "The Hidden Moon Tomb doesn’t belong to you. On what grounds can you enter, but people from my Celestial Defying Demon Realm cannot?"

As he spoke, the supreme yin and evil aura of the Ghost King swept out!

For a moment, the entrance to the Hidden Moon Tomb, already reeking of gloomy Yin Qi, became even more Gloomy and Terrifying!

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Several figures flashed through the air.

The people from the various factions who had flown into the sky immediately surrounded Shen Lang completely!

Demonic Cultivators were capricious and bloodthirsty, ferocious by nature, and those from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm were even more so.

Even though the Imperial Dragon Sect and the other two of the Three Sects had been pressured into allowing people from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm to participate in the trials at the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, the major sects within the Purple Chu Country still regarded them as a dire threat.

Especially with the appearance of the Earth Rift and the Supreme Yin Qi spreading across the world, the relationship between the righteous, evil, and demonic paths had become even more delicate.

The sudden appearance of someone from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm at the Hidden Moon Tomb was, to these factions, a threat far greater than any of the ghosts and evil spirits within the tomb.

"What an arrogant brat! Do you really think your Celestial Defying Demon Realm is so incredible? Which sect are you from? State your name! Let’s see what gives you the right to be so arrogant here!" the man from the Imperial Dragon Sect snorted coldly.

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a Giant Axe radiating a purple aura appeared in his hand.

The other Xuanwu Realm powerhouses from the various factions also looked as if they were facing a great enemy. Each of them took out their Magical Treasures and Secret Artifacts, eyeing Shen Lang like tigers stalking their prey.

Shen Lang’s Ghost King’s Wings were not Spiritual Wings formed from Spiritual Power. For many Xuanwu Realm powerhouses, a moment of careful observation was enough to notice the anomaly.

Now that Shen Lang had deliberately let the Ghost King’s aura leak out and claimed to be from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm, everyone present took him at his word.

"Hehehe... Do you really think you can stop me? To us Demonic Cultivators, these low-cultivation Martial Artists you’ve sent into the tomb are the best prey!"

Shen Lang laughed wildly. "Scram!"

Following this sharp cry, a dense and boundless black mist billowed out from Shen Lang’s body.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped an area of several hundred meters.

The entire area instantly became so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face!

"JIE JIE JIE..."

The Ghost King’s sinister cackle echoed from within the dense fog, making the situation at the entrance even more chaotic.

Amidst the chaos, Shen Lang shot out diagonally to the left like a ghost. He struck with both palms, instantly injuring the two weakest people among the group and sending them crashing toward the ground!

"Damn it, stop him!"

"Kill that brat!"

A few furious shouts rang out from within the black fog.

However, it was pitch-black within the fog, and Shen Lang was incredibly fast, constantly weaving and moving, making it difficult for their Divine Thought to even lock onto him.

Moreover, he was alone, while they were a large group from various factions. He darted in and out of the crowd, and because they were afraid of accidentally injuring their own, no one dared to use lethal force.

Everyone could only shout empty threats as they pulled back to create distance.

But as they created distance, they gave Shen Lang the opportunity to rush toward the entrance of the Hidden Moon Tomb.

"So many factions, large and small, yet you’re all just a bunch of pushovers. Since you like holding your trials here so much, I’ll just add some fuel to the fire. Let’s see how many of your disciples can survive me!"

"HAHAHAHA!"

Shen Lang let out a long laugh and, in two incredibly fast, curving leaps, plunged into the entrance of the Hidden Moon Tomb!

"Such arrogance!"

The furious roar of the man from the Imperial Dragon Sect rang out. A powerful gust of wind erupted, instantly blowing away the black fog that filled the sky.

A massive Blood Handprint slammed toward Shen Lang’s back!

"A mere Blood Handprint is nothing to me!"

Shen Lang cried out sharply. Without even turning his head, he drew his long saber and swung it back, instantly shattering the Blood Handprint!

A group of furious and frustrated Xuanwu Realm powerhouses rushed to the entrance of the Hidden Moon Tomb, but Shen Lang was already gone.

"Lord Yuan, what should we do about this?"

Someone in the crowd turned their gaze to the Imperial Dragon Sect powerhouse who had scattered the black fog with a single palm strike.

The Imperial Dragon Sect was the leader among all the factions present, so in this situation, they could only look to them for a decision.

Lord Yuan said with a strange expression, "Although I don’t know which sect from the Celestial Defying Demon Realm he belongs to, he’s quite young, yet his aura is astonishing. And that saber strike just now was incomparably sharp... If he treats the people inside as prey, we’re in big trouble!"

He contemplated for a moment before adding, "Alright, here’s the plan. All factions will dispatch their experts to enter. First, we must find this person and capture him."

"Second, notify everyone inside from all the factions to come out. Tell them a Demon Path powerhouse has entered and that they must end their trials and exit the Hidden Moon Tomb immediately!"

Everyone was shocked. "Is... is it that serious?"

Lord Yuan’s brow furrowed, and he snorted. "Did you not hear what he just said? Demonic Cultivators love to do this kind of thing! If he treats the people inside as prey, hunting them one by one, which of our disciples can possibly resist?"

"You can go ask the two people below that he injured. Their experience was surely the most profound."

"Heh, I’m not trying to build him up, but this person’s aura is restrained, his cultivation is profound and unfathomable, and he has a powerful Ghost hidden on him. Even if I were to face him head-on, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop him!"

Everyone’s expressions immediately turned grim.