Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The sword qi cleaved the ground, slicing through the hard earth as easily as tofu. With a thunderous crash, a crack as wide as a man split open in the earth. Dust flew everywhere, and as the smoke and dust billowed out, a cry of unwillingness and terror rang out at that very mont.
"Arghhhhhh!"
Amidst the dust, a Great Emperor suspended mid-air stared wide-eyed, his face frozen in terror and horror. His body stiffened as a trail of blood seeped from the center of his forehead.
Not far behind him, Feng Jiu held the Blue Edge, blade pointed downward, poised to strike. At that very instant, as she raised the sword, the frozen in mid-air Great Emperor suddenly exploded into fragnts.
"Boom!"
Raging sword energy erupted from his body, slicing him cleanly into fragnts. As the imnse energy burst forth, flesh and blood splattered across the ground.
"D-dead?"
Emperor Dongyao and the other Emperor stared wide-eyed in horror, utterly incredulous. A mighty Emperor, slain by a single sword strike? Had they seen correctly?
The scene before them—bloody and brutal—had unfolded right before their eyes. The splattered flesh and blood, carried by the air currents, even landed on their faces.
Wherever the flesh and blood touched them, it felt like being scorched by flas, the intense heat making their hearts race.
Why?
Why did Feng Jiu’s strike against an Emperor feel as effortless as slicing through tofu? A mighty Emperor, possessing boundless longevity and power formidable enough to intimidate countless rulers—yet in this instant, he had been felled by a single sword?
They had heard much about Feng Jiu’s terror through rumors. They had heard many tales about her, especially the death of the Great Emperor Northern Fla. At the ti, they had even wondered if the Great Emperor Northern Fla’s combat prowess had weakened. How else could he have been defeated by Feng Jiu, who had only recently ascended?
But in this mont, when they faced Feng Jiu themselves, they finally understood her true terror...
At that mont, they neither knew nor saw that as Feng Jiu struck down the Great Emperor with a single sword, powerful beings across the realms sensed it. The Great Emperor’s death caused the very heavens and earth he ruled to tremble violently. The imnse upheaval and the disappearance of divine souls scattered throughout the realms sent shockwaves through the hearts of all sovereigns and Great Emperors of other domains.
How could another Great Emperor have perished so suddenly?
Within Feng Jiu’s Immortal Island, the Blue Edge in her hand dripped with blood. At its tip, a single drop hung suspended, refusing to fall to the ground. She stood, clad in crimson robes, her powerful aura radiating outward. Her cold, profound gaze fixed upon the two Great Emperors as her voice, asured and deliberate, echoed out.
"Next, whose turn is it?"
The two Great Emperors steadied their minds, lips pressed together, their expressions grave as they fixed their gaze upon her. Suppressing the turmoil within, they dared not show the slightest carelessness. At this mont, they pooled their full combat strength to confront Feng Jiu.
"Next, the one who dies will surely be you, Feng Jiu!"
A sinister voice, thick with murderous intent, echoed as two figures surged toward Feng Jiu, carrying overwhelming aura and terrifying killing energy.
At the sa ti, the Azure Emperor, seated cross-legged atop the mountain peak, suddenly opened his eyes. He gazed toward the distant clouds, his gaze flickering slightly as he murmured softly, "Empress Feng Jiu, like a god of death... Who will be the next to fall by her hand..."
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