Yun Wuxin’s face turned pale. This strike was sothing he could not withstand.
At that very mont, a chanting voice erupted from the ground below.
"Unarrogant are the Emperor’s realms, Yu Zhen celebrates achievents.
Presenting the ninety-eight forms of divine concealnt, the holy deeds are sensed, the Emperor’s virtue is boundless, invoking the primordial Human Emperor, the ancestral Emperor of the Human Race, to appear
—Demon Suppression!"
The chanting surged like waves, rolling in and echoing through the void, like ancient deities whispering in one’s ear.
"Is this... the Human Emperor’s Seal?" The Shadow Fiend was utterly terrified, staring down in horror.
In an instant, the entire land was enveloped in golden light, as endless mysterious light converged upon a single figure: Ye Guhong!
His complexion was pale and devoid of color. The brief incantation seed to have drained him of all vitality, leaving him ready to collapse at any mont. But his eyes were bright. Vast golden light condensed behind him, forming a heaven-reaching imperial shadow. The golden light scattered, sweeping across the sky like an ocean.
For a mont, the overwhelming Demonic Qi dissipated like spring frost eting sunshine, retreating rapidly as if it had encountered its nesis.
Tao Fan’s face changed drastically. That imperial shadow seed like a divinity holding the mandate of heaven, capable of deciding his life and death with a re glance.
The Human Emperor’s Seal... wasn’t it lost long ago? How can he...
Under the golden radiance of the imperial shadow, the Demon Patterns on Tao Fan’s forehead dimd at an alarming rate, and his Demonic Qi was suppressed. His aura was no longer invincible. The might of his attack wilted in an instant, and Yun Wuxin was able to block it.
"Well done..."
Yun Wuxin was invigorated, preparing to press his advantage and deliver a killing blow. But then he found that the imperial shadow had disappeared. Ye Guhong, his face pallid, collapsed to the ground, clearly unable to continue.
"COUGH, COUGH..." Ye Guhong gasped for breath, a helpless expression on his face. "My Cultivation Level is still not enough!"
He had only perford the seal incantation for less than two breaths of ti, suppressing Tao Fan’s Demonic Qi for less than a single breath before all his Mana was drained. If the surrounding Desolate Spirits hadn’t already been swept away by the aftermath of the battle between the two saints, he would surely have been in grave danger.
However, the Shadow Fiend had set its sights on him.
"Kill him!" the Shadow Fiend roared. Imdiately, a large number of figures dashed out from the night. They were Demon Disciples—over twenty Ergence Stage experts and hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators, all swarming to surround Ye Guhong. "The Human Emperor’s Seal must not have an inheritor in this world!" he shrieked, the twisted spiritual light around him pulsing with terror and fear. He seed to have recalled sothing utterly horrifying.
Just then, dozens of golden figures appeared before Ye Guhong. Their bodies emitted a golden light; so held Bone Rods, others wielded Golden Dragon Spears, and they all spewed Divine Fire, blocking the horde of Demon Disciples.
"Young Ancestor!" Chu You descended, checking Ye Guhong’s injuries and feeding him an elixir.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Guhong furrowed his brow.
"It’s not just ! Senior Brother Wang Xiu and the others are here too!" Chu You said hurriedly.
"Wang Xiu?" Hearing this na, Ye Guhong abruptly raised his head and looked forward.
A figure dressed in white stood proudly before the countless Demon Disciples. His entire being radiated divine brilliance, surrounded by a shimring halo. He was like a deity standing immovable before the demonic tide. Though his face was young, he carried the air of a young Supre, his presence stunningly elegant.
"It’s you!" the Shadow Fiend exclaid, his eyes revealing an instinctive fear.
"You escaped last ti... but you won’t get away again!" Wang Xiu’s gaze was piercing. His body was covered in runes that radiated divine light, and his hair flew wildly, making him look like a god.
"Presumptuous!" the Shadow Fiend’s voice was icy cold. "You’ve co at the perfect ti. Today... neither of you will escape! Kill!"
At his command, the nurous Demon Disciples sward forward. Countless spells struck across the firmant, throwing the mountain range into chaos and causing it to tremble violently.
"Brother Zhuge, set the formation!" Wang Xiu’s words rang powerful and clear, and he imdiately charged into the fray, intending to disrupt the Demon Disciples’ formation and prevent them from encircling him.
He pushed the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture to its limit. His physical body grew to about ten feet tall, covered in golden light. His blood qi raged like a dragon, and with each punch, he brought catastrophe upon several Venerables. The area descended into chaos as he fought like an ancient Fierce Beast.
The Ergence Stage Demon Disciples were greatly annoyed but dared not unleash their full techniques for fear of injuring their own people. They could only get entangled with Wang Xiu.
But Wang Xiu had no such concerns. He struck with full force, with Armor Integration activated. Tens of thousands of runes and divine light shot in all directions, and every strike was powerful enough to shake heaven and earth. Thirty-six Puppets followed him into the fray, providing cover. Their tough bodies absorbed a great deal of damage on Wang Xiu’s behalf. The Divine Fire spewed by the Golden Dragon was enough to make Nascent Soul Venerables recoil in terror and cause Ergence Stage experts to be wary.
Finding this insufficient, Wang Xiu added fuel to the fire. He ford a hand seal and released the Fla of Bearing Candle. The Divine Fire blazed all around. Once it touched soone, it was nearly impossible to extinguish. Using the Venerable-level Demon Disciples as kindling, he turned his surroundings into a sea of fire.
Now, the Ergence Stage experts found it even harder to act, constrained at every turn and feeling utterly frustrated.
anwhile, Wang Xiu fought like a war god, summoning the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword. The Holy Sword struck out, transforming into the Asura Blood Sea and devouring a vast area. Instantly, the Demonic Qi surged as corpses were strewn everywhere.
"Damn! Junior Brother Wang Xiu is so fierce!" Li Zuoyue was stunned. His twenty-four swords were already drawn, but he forgot to attack and just stood there foolishly.
It wasn’t just him. Li Xuanqi, Zhang Yuge, and the other geniuses were also dumbstruck.
They all knew Wang Xiu had just reached the Nascent Soul realm! How could he slaughter his way back and forth through this horde of Demon Disciples, cutting down Venerables of the sa realm as if they were vegetables? Felling a huge swath with a single sword strike? And he could even clash head-on with Ergence Stage experts? Could he be any more monstrous?
An invincible presence... Could it really be him? Ye Guhong wondered as he gazed at Wang Xiu’s figure. He seed to rember sothing and was deeply moved. He struggled to sit up but was too exhausted to do so.
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