Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
A spark of joy lit up Qingfeng Li’s eyes as he thought to himself,
This Emperor Class armor I’m wearing sure did its job. That was a Spirit Emperor Realm attack it just blocked.
The armor Qingfeng Li was wearing was an Emperor Class armor. He had obtained it from the treasure trove of the King of the Black Demonic Rat, and now, he was putting it to good use.
Channeling his Earth spirit essence, Zhentian Mo created another couple dozen earth spikes and hurled them at Qingfeng Li.
Qingfeng Li’s face remained calm: he was unfazed by the attack. He had just got a grasp on the method by which Zhentian Mo created his earth spikes.
Qingfeng Li was a quick learner. Releasing his Gravity Realm, he exerted control over the pull of the earth, forming it into spikes. Just a single spike at first, he then made a second, then a third… until there was, at last, dozens of force spikes.
Using the force spikes, Qingfeng Li deflected most of the earth spikes Zhentian Mo had released. The remaining earth spikes struck Qingfeng Li, but with his Emperor Class armor, those earth spikes could not harm him in the slightest.
Qingfeng Li,
Zhentian Mo’s eyes narrowed as he spoke.
I’d wondered why you’d dare stand against me. Now I see that it’s because of that Emperor Class armor you are wearing. But, so what? I’m still going to kill you.
Zhentian Mo,
smirking, Qingfeng Li spoke contemptuously.
Let’s cut the chitchat. And cut the boasting, too. You said you’d kill me in the beginning. That was a while ago, and you aren’t even close.
In the face of Qingfeng Li’s mockery, Zhentian Mo’s face grew contorted with rage and fires of fury danced in his eyes.
Zhentian Mo felt that Qingfeng Li was a difficult foe to grapple with. Neither his palm attacks nor his Earth spikes could subdue the other. Finally, he came to the decision to attack with his Spiritual treasure.
Qingfeng Li,
Zhentian Mo spoke, his expression was now serious. His eyes were focused on Qingfeng Li as murderous intent rolled off of him in waves.
It’s been a while since my Devil Emperor Saber had last tasted blood. Today, it will once be drawn. And it will take your head.
Among those of the Devilish Dao of the world, there existed a legend. They say that if the Devil Emperor Saber was not drawn, everyone may have a chance to live. But should the Devil Emperor Saber be drawn, there would certainly be blood.
At a thought, Zhentian Mo retrieved a crimson sabre from his interspatial ring.
This saber was quite wide, being half a hand in width. At a full 1.7 meters, it was also very long, about the height of a grown man.
On the surface of the saber, there were etched all kinds of Blood Devil figures. Each figure depicted was vicious and blood-thirsty, emitting an overwhelming malevolent aura.
As the Devil Emperor Sabre was drawn, its red blade energy shot skyward, covering the entire sky with its aura.
The self-cultivators gathered around all grew pale in the face, their bodies quivering slightly as they drew further away from the action. The weakest amongst them fared even worse, some falling directly onto the ground as their legs gave out under them, rendering them unable to even stand.
The Devil Emperor Saber. Even long ago, on Earth, it was an infamous weapon. Having been passed down through the generations, it now possessed an extreme level of power that surpassed even the average Emperor Class Spiritual treasure.
Qingfeng Li stood there unmoving. But a series of slashes appeared on his clothes. The worst of the damage was on the sleeves, which were torn to rags. All this was the work of the red blade energy.
Qingfeng Li’s face grew grave; he knew that he was in big trouble. The Devil Emperor Saber that Zhentian Mo had drawn was an extremely powerful spiritual device. Normal attacks would be no match against it.
As expected, Zhentian Mo abruptly swung his Devil Emperial Saber forward. Blade energy spilled forth, forming a wave of red demonic energy. As if containing the roars of a devil, the blade energy rushed toward Qingfeng Li.
Not daring to be careless, Qingfeng Li immediately drew his own Fire Emperor Sword. Infusing the sword with his vital essence, he lunged forward, releasing a wave of fiery blade energy, mixed with sword intent. There was a sky-shattering boom as the fire sword energy collided with the Devil Emperor Saber’s red energy.
Deng, deng, deng, deng…
Qingfeng Li was knocked back by a dozen steps, his entire body trembling. His clothes were in tatters, and the hand holding his sword shook, nearly losing its grip on the sword. A strand of red saber energy moved along his sword, seeking to enter his body.
The Devil Emperor Saber was strong indeed. Incredibly, it was trying to devour Qingfeng Li’s blood.
It was only now that Qingfeng Li finally understood why so many powerful self-cultivators were killed by Zhentian Mo. The red saber energy that Zhentian Mo used would attack of its own accord. Controlled by the Ancient Devil soul fragments within, the saber’s energy would enter the bodies of self-cultivators and drain them of their blood.
Hahahaha, Qingfeng Li,
Zhentian Mo regarded Qingfeng Li. He raised his head in laughter, his expression savage.
My Devil Emperor Saber contains many Devil’s souls! These Devils who’d died long ago on Earth, their souls generating resentment after death. They can enter you body along with the saber energy, drain you of blood, eat your flesh, and leave you to die in agony.
Hearing these words, the crowd’s expressions changed drastically. Of course, they’d known how the Devil Emperor Saber’s saber energy was. Many people had been slain by this devilish blade.
Qingfeng Li stood his ground, face pale. He was unable to stop his body from quivering as his blood rushed toward the Devil Emperor Saber, about to be consumed.
Big Brother Li! What’s wrong?
Flower Fairy’s face was pale with fright as she cried.
The present Qingfeng Li couldn’t answer her. At this moment, Qingfeng Le had no time to spare as he focused all his strength to defend against the red devil saber energy.
Xianzhi Qin was also crying out to Qingfeng Li, worry written all over her face. But Qingfeng Li could not respond. The Ancient Devil soul fragments within the red saber energy in his body wasn’t something he could withstand.
Although he couldn’t resist the Ancient Devil soul fragments within the red saber energy, the golden flame within his Qingfeng Li’s body was the red Devil’s natural enemy.
Golden flame channeled through Qingfeng Li’s body of its own accord. Like a little red burning sun, his body emitted a searing golden light. Reaching temperatures of over fifty-five hundred degrees Celsius, the golden light rushed toward the red saber-energy Devils.
The golden flame set those red Devils ablaze, consuming them, and purifying them until nothing remained.
Qingfeng Li felt a sliver of joy, he had successfully assimilated the saber-energy Devils within him. The people around him, however, did not know this. Not even Zhentian Mo knew.
Zhentian Mo thought the Qingfeng Li was severely wounded; his blood sucked dry, he would die any moment now.
Zhentian Mo’s eyes shone with arrogance and cruelty. He strode toward Qingfeng Li and remarked coldly,
Brat, this is what you get when you mess with me. You’re going to wish you were dead. Now I’m going to cut you head off and use it as a urinal.
Qingfeng Li remained silent. He kept his face pale, pretending to be fatally wounded, and waited. He was waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Zhentian Mo stopped a meter in front of Qingfeng Li. Slowly, he lifted the Devil Emperor Saber in his hand, getting ready to lop Qingfeng Li’s head off.
Then, Qingfeng Li moved. His body abruptly shot forward like an arrow, dashing straight at Zhentian Mo. There was only a meter between them. Even with saber in hand, there was no time to attack back.
Qingfeng Li appeared before Zhentian Mo in an instant. Swinging his right hand, he formed a giant hand and slapped toward Zhentian Mo’s head. He wanted to shatter Zhentian Mo’s head with the blow.
