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Although Poison Saint and the young man descending from the sky exchanged a simple palm strike, in the eyes of outsiders it seed straightforward, yet the power of that strike was like a world-destroying force. The heavens trembled, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in. Both were figures with one foot in the Emperor Realm, and in this Martial Arts World without an Emperor, they were the strongest, the masters of this realm!
With a single palm clash, both had so understanding of each other’s strength; next was the battle for victory. The young man suspended a Magic Cube Cage overhead, constantly spinning, while Poison Saint held the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner, which when unfurled, revealed a giant white skull whose eyes opened, intimidating the heavenly vault, with an implicit desire to devour the earth.
"Young man, if we fight again, it will decide who becos the invincible Emperor born a million years from now!" Poison Saint said while holding the Fiery Fla Banner, looking at the young man across from him.
"In terms of age, I should call you senior, but on the Emperor’s Road everyone is equal, everyone has a chance to compete. Your strength is formidable, your cultivation profound, but sadly lacking so inborn talent. This battle, I will win!" the young warrior said, neither arrogant nor humble.
Poison Saint frowned; anyone hearing such words would feel quite upset, yet the young man did not seem to be bragging nor one given to exaggeration. From start to finish, he demonstrated an attitude of competing fairly with Poison Saint, fairly striving for the chance to beco the Supre Emperor. He was a young man with formidable strength, remarkable talent, and broad aspirations. Who exactly was this young man?
Though Poison Saint wished to know the young man’s identity, he was already a figure with one foot in the Emperor Realm, renowned throughout the Martial Arts World. He knew of so famous warriors within this vast, boundless world. Despite its imnse breadth, so talented individuals, so powerful beings, naturally left their mark through battles while traversing the galaxy. However, this young man, not yet a hundred years old, had astonishingly stepped into the Emperor Realm with one foot. Looking at the entirety of Martial Arts World history, from ancient tis to now, reaching the Emperor Realm at such an age was earth-shattering; such people could not rely be described as "nature’s favorites" but only as "defying demons". Such figures were unrecorded in the annals of martial arts history, and Poison Saint did not know; it was simply too unbelievable, too demonic. Who was this young man?
Upon hearing the young man’s words, Poison Saint naturally felt displeased. One must know, he cultivated for over ten thousand years, step by step, experiencing countless life-and-death battles, giving up nurous things to reach today’s cultivation realm. Yet this young man, barely a hundred years old, no matter how strong, still was similar to him with only one foot in the Emperor Realm, not yet fully a Supre Emperor, yet dared to presu about him, Poison Saint. It was insulting, unacceptable, and unadmittable; Poison Saint had an invincible presence to reach such heights, and would not easily concede defeat or failure.
"Talent? You an to say your talent surpasses mine?" Poison Saint asked, sowhat displeased.
"Indeed. Throughout history, among the Human Clan Emperors, there were ordinary mortals cultivating to beco emperors, and Immortal Sect Families producing Supre Emperors. But the truly powerful and most opportunistic emperors were born from defying bloodlines. These bloodlines were inherently powerful, born with unimaginable strength, their very existence was to lead the Human Clan towards prosperity, ensuring the Human Clan survived without extinction in the Martial Arts World of survival of the fittest, providing a place for survival!" the young man gazed at the heavenly vault and spoke.
Poison Saint paused, then said: "From ancient tis till now, the Ancient Alien Race, the Demon Clan, and the Human Clan, these three major races still exist in the Martial Arts World. The Human Clan was the last born, weak, treated as food by the Ancient Alien Race, enslaved by the Demon Clan. The Human Clan lived in a dark era, manipulated and slaughtered at will. For dignity, for survival, the ancestors of the Human Clan endured nurous hardships and sacrifices to develop the cultivation thods, gradually producing one strong individual after another. Until a Supre Human Clan Emperor was born, only then did the Human Clan find a place for survival. Sadly, the Ancient Alien Race and Demon Clan had comparably strong figures, so this Human Clan Emperor fought throughout life, even unto death, rely securing a place for the Human Clan. After his passing, the Human Clan still lived in peril..."
"Since you know these things, you should know that the most important task after becoming a Human Clan Emperor is to save the millions of people in the Martial Arts World from danger." the young man said solemnly.
"It’s not as simple as you think. Among Human Clan Emperors, there are also selfish people, many things they cannot change. Whether one can beco an Emperor is one thing; becoming an Emperor is another matter!" Poison Saint replied.
"With that mindset, I can’t let you beco an Emperor. My mission is to fight for the survival of the Human Clan, but you are not; our ideologies are divergent..." the young man looked coldly at Poison Saint and said.
"Arrogant! Even as nature’s favorite or a supre talent, you cannot dictate the Martial Arts World. You have yet to beco a Supre Emperor and dare think you can decide my fate, speaking shalessly!" Poison Saint was angry, emanating a heavy killing intent.
"Let’s go, we shall fight in the galaxy. I will defeat you convincingly!" With those words, the young man vanished from the sky.
Poison Saint frowned, feeling sowhat angry; this young man was arrogant, it was rely a palm strike duel just now. Although he hadn’t defeated the young man, the young man hadn’t defeated him either; their strengths were evenly matched. How could this young man now act as if he’s sure of victory, with such sudden dominance and arrogance? Could he be hiding his strength, not using his full power earlier?
Thinking this, Poison Saint shook his head, unwilling and unable to believe a young man barely a hundred years old, capable of stepping into the Emperor Realm at such an age, already earth-shattering in history; how could it be possible for this young man to still reserve strength — he refused to believe.
The young man vanished into the sky, and Poison Saint imdiately disappeared as well, tracking him to the boundless expanse of the cosmic desolation. It seed the young man had long decided to battle here, to determine who would beco the Supre Emperor, who would be the Human Clan Emperor a million years hence.
When Poison Saint arrived at the boundless expanse, the young man was already waiting. The Magic Cube Cage above his head was now in his right palm; he looked coldly at Poison Saint and said: "If you lose, I’ll spare your life because you’re still part of the Human Clan. When it cos to a matter of life and death for the Human Clan, I trust you’ll fight for survival and your strength must remain."
"You have too much confidence, quick to presu. Wait until you beco the Human Clan Emperor to command and decree!" Poison Saint said solemnly.
"Alright, let’s settle this with a victory!"
As soon as the young man spoke, the Magic Cube Cage in his right hand spun quickly, suppressing down towards Poison Saint with imnse force and dominance, possessing a world-covering power. Poison Saint was startled, and imdiately unfurled the Fiery Fla Banner in hand, shaking the boundless expanse, sweeping upwards and enveloping the Magic Cube Cage within.
When the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner covered the Magic Cube Cage, Poison Saint did not stop. The young man’s origins, cultivation, and strength truly amazed him, and battles on the Emperor’s Road were a thousand tis harsher and bloodier than ordinary Martial Arts World battles. Only by suppressing the opponent and annihilating them could he ensure his immortality.
Thus, upon enveloping the Magic Cube Cage with the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner, Poison Saint swiftly drove the banner, erupting with amazing divine power, tearing through the void, shattering heaven and earth, killing towards the young man.
The young man paused, faced with the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner, he unexpectedly didn’t dodge but advanced against it, striking a palm towards the banner, nearly causing Poison Saint to cry out. One must know, he was a figure with one foot in the Emperor Realm, so even if the Intense Fla Banner hadn’t beco an Emperor’s Artifact, it had imbibed the Emperor’s aura, being a treasure beyond ordinary divine weapons. Within the Martial Arts World, such feats with bare hands were unheard of, but the young man, defying norms, struck towards the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner with a palm—a truly astonishing act.
Slap!
Boom!
What shocked Poison Saint even more was when the young man’s palm struck the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner, he managed to withstand its might, while behind him appeared countless vortex Dharma Wheels, each containing world-shaking power, inspiring awe in the heart. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welco to visit Qidian (qidian) for recomndation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users can read on m.qidian.)
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