Strongest War Emperor

Shen Lang’s gaze was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice. The moment Xu Daolin met his eyes, it was as if his very soul had been frozen solid.

In an instant, a massive fist, crackling with terrifying Thunder Power and resembling that of a Divine Demon, tore through the air. The violent, Powerful Qi it contained produced a sharp whistle and a low sonic boom that reverberated through the sky before the fist slammed heavily into the center of Xu Daolin’s back!

"Five Emperors Dragon Fist!"

The Fist Gang paused for a moment before, with a low roar in Shen Lang’s mind, it erupted like a volcano, unleashing a terrifyingly extreme power!

Like a bursting dam, the full force of the blow flooded over the sturdy armor on Xu Daolin’s body!

BANG!

In a flash of lightning, a huge ripple of energy surged outward in all directions from the point of contact.

CRACK!

Without a moment’s pause, cracks rapidly spread across Xu Daolin’s sturdy armor. With a final snap, it shattered into countless fragments that fell from his body and plunged into the vast abyss below.

PTHOO!

As the fierce, Powerful Qi infused with immense Thunder Power ravaged his body, a look of horror filled Xu Daolin’s eyes, and he violently spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.

His body, like a leaf in the autumn wind, was sent flying straight toward the center of the abyss that separated Yinfeng Cliff and the Dark Forest.

Above the abyss, fierce Gang Feng raged, and countless hurricane-like vortexes churned within it. If Xu Daolin were to fall in, he would face almost certain death, even with a Flying Spiritual Artifact!

Meanwhile, Shen Lang, holding Nalan Ziyun, had dodged the attacks from Long Fong and the Netherworld Wolf King by rushing into the air. Now, suspended in mid-air with nothing to push off of, he began to plummet toward the abyss.

"Junior Brother, catch the spear!"

On the cliff’s edge, Long Fong no longer cared whether Shen Lang lived or died. He formed a hand seal with his left hand, bit his tongue, and changed the direction of the long spear that had transformed into a silver dragon, sending it shooting violently toward Xu Daolin!

The silver dragon roared as it reached Xu Daolin, then coiled around him and flew back.

SWOOSH!

Long Fong caught the semi-conscious Xu Daolin, stuffed an Elixir Pill into his mouth, then placed a palm on the center of his back and frantically channeled Spiritual Power into his body.

His relationship with Xu Daolin wasn’t close enough to warrant this, but the man was a crucial pawn in his master’s plan to establish a Profound Iron Level Influence. He absolutely could not let anything go wrong!

Otherwise, when they returned, their enraged master might very well cripple both his and Yun Qing’s cultivation.

"When the Two Lives Flower blooms, the Emperor Star appears!"

Ever since this prophecy came to light, major sects like the Imperial Dragon Sect that had caught wind of it began searching for the legendary "Emperor Star."

But this "Emperor Star" had no distinct characteristics, nor was there any other information about it.

So, the major sects began searching for youths who possessed astonishing luck.

Adhering to the principle of "better to mistakenly find a thousand than to miss a single one," they continuously recruited youths with great fortune, hoping the true Emperor Star would be among them.

According to legend, this "Emperor Star" held the fate of the entire continent in its hands...

Xu Daolin was one such person. Yuwen Huaji had encountered him in the Phoenix Mountain Range and, upon discovering his astonishing luck, had taken him in as a disciple.

The luck of heaven and earth is ethereal and intangible, formless and shapeless, yet it truly exists.

Some Heaven-defying Magical Treasures could measure a person’s luck, and some peak powerhouses could judge it by relying on certain strongest techniques.

Those with great luck were blessed with fortune to an extreme degree. No matter where they went, even when faced with crisis, they would encounter great opportunities and fortuitous creations.

Not only could they turn misfortune into fortune when in danger, but they could also gain endless benefits that made them even stronger.

Legend had it that the "Emperor Star" was someone who possessed luck unparalleled in the world...

And Xu Daolin, as a potential candidate for the "Emperor Star," had garnered the attention of the Imperial Dragon Sect’s upper echelons. Yuwen Huaji even considered him the pillar of luck for founding his own sect.

That was why no mistakes could be tolerated. Otherwise, he and Long Fong might as well bring their own heads back to Yuwen Huaji.

After Long Fong frantically channeled Spiritual Power into him for a long while, Xu Daolin finally regained consciousness.

Although he seemed to have cheated death, his face was now haggard and his aura was incredibly weak. He could barely even lift his eyelids.

Blood continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth as he spoke with great difficulty, his words broken. "That kid... his cultivation is unfathomably deep... and he’s a madman who fights with no regard for his own life. I’d heard about his temperament before but didn’t really believe it. I thought, ’how could someone with such a low cultivation and that kind of personality possibly survive this long?’ I never expected... COUGH COUGH... I was too careless. Thank... thank you, Senior Brothers!"

"Hmph! So what if he’s a madman? So what if his cultivation is unfathomably deep? He provoked us, so he won’t escape death! Now he’s fallen, heavily injured, into this vast abyss filled with poisonous fog. There’s no chance of survival... Even a Xuanwu Realm expert would die if they fell down there!" Long Fong said coldly. "By the way, who was that woman? Why was she here, and why would she block your attack for him?"

"She’s from a small family in Celestial Phoenix City, named Nalan Ziyun. I don’t get it either. Nalan Ziyun has always been Shen Lang’s enemy, wanting nothing more than to see him dead. I don’t know why she would... COUGH COUGH COUGH!" Xu Daolin started coughing up blood again, his voice growing fainter.

Long Fong looked at his miserable state, then turned to glance at Yun Qing, his breathing growing heavy involuntarily... Yun Qing’s injuries were no better than Xu Daolin’s. A deep gash ran from his shoulder all the way down to his abdomen, a gruesome sight of split skin and exposed flesh.

’How can a kid at the Spirit Martial Realm First Heaven be this powerful? It just doesn’t make sense!’

Even though he had seen it with his own eyes, Long Fong still found it hard to believe.

Previously, he had assumed that Shen Lang was only able to kill Qin Ling and withstand their combined attacks because of the Treasure Saber in his hands.

But just now, Shen Lang had rushed out, shattered Xu Daolin’s armor with a single punch, and crippled him. Not even he, a cultivator at the Spirit Martial Realm Seventh Heaven, was capable of such explosive power.

’Others might not know, but I know very well—that "Wind Bell Qiankun Armor" Xu Daolin was wearing was something I coveted for a long time! It’s a powerful Spirit Level Armor capable of defending against both physical and magical attacks, but Yuwen Huaji showed favoritism and gave it to Xu Daolin instead.’

Long Fong had been quite upset about it back then.

’To shatter the Spirit Level Armor "Wind Bell Qiankun Armor" with one punch, and for the remaining force to destroy most of Xu Daolin’s meridians... that kind of power is just too ferocious, too unbelievable!’

’To think Celestial Phoenix City would have such a monster... why haven’t I ever heard of him before? I’d only ever heard of Chu Qingcheng. I never thought there’d be someone even more freakish than her...’

This battle had been utterly frustrating for Long Fong. He had fought for so long, and even had the Netherworld Wolf King’s support, yet this was the outcome!

One junior brother had been sliced in half, and the other two were crippled!

Although the Netherworld Wolf King didn’t seem to have taken much damage, the conspicuous bloody gash on its forehead was still shocking to see!

If Xu Daolin hadn’t launched a sneak attack from behind, they probably wouldn’t have even been able to touch the hem of Shen Lang’s clothes!

If not for Xu Daolin’s sneak attack, they might still be locked in a bitter struggle right now!

If he hadn’t experienced all this firsthand, Long Fong would never have believed it was possible.

He stood at the cliff’s edge, peered down, and said with lingering fear, "In any case, only by killing this kid can we report back to our master... It’s unbelievable. To think the ’trash’ Junior Brother Xu spoke of has grown to this extent! If we hadn’t knocked him off the cliff in this battle, Junior Brother Xu would have probably still lost to him in the tournament at the Celestial Phoenix City Lord’s Mansion, disrupting all our arrangements and plans..."

"Senior Brother, let’s head back immediately. Though I’m heavily injured, I can still manage. But Junior Brother Xu is so grievously wounded that if we don’t get him back to our master for treatment soon, I’m afraid... Besides, that kid severed the Totem Pillar’s locking chains. We don’t know if the Wolf Soul’s will is causing trouble for our master. We need to go back and help!"

Yun Qing said after swallowing an Elixir Pill, casting one last grim look into the abyss.

"There’s no time to lose. Let’s go now!"

Long Fong and the Netherworld Wolf King immediately left Yinfeng Cliff with the two heavily injured men and headed for the gorge.

...

After sending Xu Daolin flying with a punch, Shen Lang’s body began to fall. In that moment, he beckoned with his right hand, recalling the Celestial Water Blade from the air.

Then, holding Nalan Ziyun, he continued his rapid descent into the abyss.

Blood trickled from the corner of Nalan Ziyun’s mouth. Her face was haggard, and her right arm, its bones broken, hung limply at her side. Her body trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain.

Only her eyes were exceptionally bright, staring unblinkingly at Shen Lang, who also had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Her gaze held an indescribable, tender affection.

While Shen Lang was momentarily stunned, Nalan Ziyun broke into a smile. She wrapped her uninjured left arm around his neck and buried her head deep in his chest.

"This... is nice, too..."

A voice like a whisper in a dream echoed above the abyss where the sinister winds howled, creating a scene that was both eerie and heartwarming.

Shen Lang continued to hold Nalan Ziyun as a faint barrier of light enveloped them both, and they plummeted into the abyss like a meteor.

The two, who had once been like bitter enemies, were now holding each other tightly, walking on the edge of death.

Shen Lang sighed internally. ’Fate can be so cruel...’

"Master, enter the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron quickly. The crisis can be averted," Zuo Wentian’s voice rang out in Shen Lang’s mind.

"Okay."

...

A beauty as pure as jade and ice, with sword qi as proud as frost,

Relying on an infatuated heart and an iron will, she breaks through the Heaven and Earth Net.

Wholeheartedly waiting,

For a clear night with a bright moon and a gentle breeze, to see a pair soar together, wing to wing...