Strongest War Emperor

Ji Chengwu was a wily old fox, so he had naturally noticed that Shen Lang had barely used any Spiritual Power before.

He knew that if the same fist was backed by Spiritual Power and amplified by a Cultivation Technique, its strength could easily increase tenfold!

The foundation of a Martial Artist on the Star Continent was the Pill Sea within their body, which stored Spiritual Power.

And the Spiritual Power within the Pill Sea was the very source of their strength!

But this youth had beaten him until he was coughing up blood without even using his Spiritual Power...

’This person is clearly just a youth, so how is his physical body this strong? He beat me senseless with just his raw strength! How could Celestial Phoenix City have such a monster! I don’t believe it!’

Faced with this hopeless situation, Ji Chengwu was on the verge of madness.

"It seems you still haven’t accepted your fate. In that case, die!"

With a sharp cry, Shen Lang’s figure flickered, leaving an afterimage as he lunged toward Ji Chengwu.

No matter how Ji Chengwu dodged left and right or retreated, the flurry of Shen Lang’s fists enveloped him, drawing closer and closer!

BANG!

Under Ji Chengwu’s furious, cold gaze, Shen Lang’s fist, crackling with Powerful Qi, seemed to grow larger and larger until it finally slammed into his chest, making heavy contact with the thick Spiritual Armor he had just re-formed.

For a split second upon impact, there was silence. Then, an explosion like a clap of thunder echoed through the sky!

In that instant, ripples of Powerful Qi, several times more terrifying than during their previous clashes, abruptly spread out from the point of contact between Shen Lang’s fist and the Spiritual Armor.

PTHOO!

Struck by the punch, Ji Chengwu shot backward like a kite with its string cut.

Around him, the terrifying ripples of Powerful Qi erupted with devastating force, sending rubble flying and stone fragments shooting everywhere. Not far behind, the men on the ground clutched their heads and wailed, their eyes filled with absolute terror.

By infusing his already powerful fist with Spiritual Power, Shen Lang had indeed managed to heavily wound Ji Chengwu again with a single punch.

"Damn it!"

Blood trickled continuously from the corner of Ji Chengwu’s mouth. He gripped his Black Dragon Halberd tightly, using its tip to brace himself against the ground and steady his staggering body.

"It seems the Inner Armor you’re wearing is of a high grade. To take that punch and still be on your feet," Shen Lang remarked indifferently.

Ji Chengwu had just started to move when a figure flashed. Shen Lang closed the distance again, throwing another punch!

"Bastard!"

Ji Chengwu spun the Black Dragon Halberd in front of him like a windmill, trying to block Shen Lang.

SMACK!

Shen Lang’s right hand somehow broke through the halberd’s defense, snaking through the blur of the Black Dragon Halberd’s afterimages to clamp down on Ji Chengwu’s Vein Gate.

"Impossible!"

Utterly horrified, Ji Chengwu lifted his right leg and drove his knee toward Shen Lang’s right hand.

Shen Lang bent his right arm, and his elbow collided with Ji Chengwu’s right knee. Ji Chengwu felt the immense power contained in the blow, and his face paled slightly. His grip on the Black Dragon Halberd loosened, and he swung it horizontally at Shen Lang.

At such close range, it would be exceptionally difficult for Shen Lang to dodge. Ji Chengwu hoped to use the moment Shen Lang evaded the Black Dragon Halberd to escape his attack range.

WHOOSH!

The Black Dragon Halberd, glowing with a dark green light, hurtled toward Shen Lang’s chest.

Shen Lang leaned back, and the Black Dragon Halberd flew past, almost scraping the tip of his nose!

Ji Chengwu retreated five meters. Just as a triumphant smirk appeared and he opened his mouth to speak, a gust of wind hit his face. Shen Lang had once again appeared before him like a phantom.

Ji Chengwu had never felt so utterly stifled. He was far slower, his strength was nowhere near a match, and the gap in their Fist Technique was countless Levels wide...

Terrified, he steeled himself. Instead of retreating, he advanced, aiming a punch of his own at Shen Lang’s fist, which was glowing with Spirit Light!

’My whole body is poison! You dare to meet my fist with yours? I’ll concentrate all my corpse poison in my fist and take you out of the fight with one punch!’

However, even for a Demon Dao expert like Ji Chengwu, who had spent years rising and falling amidst slaughter, he was so terrified by the unstoppable assault that he failed to notice Shen Lang’s fist was now enveloped in a mass of black and white gas...

BAM!

The two fists slammed together. The Chaos Qi on Shen Lang’s fist instantly enveloped Ji Chengwu’s.

In a flash, the Chaos Qi devoured all the flesh and blood from Ji Chengwu’s fist to his wrist, leaving nothing behind!

"UWAAAAH!"

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the ruins as Ji Chengwu frantically retreated.

This time, Shen Lang did not press the attack, stopping once again.

Ji Chengwu looked down and saw that the flesh from his right hand and forearm had been completely devoured, leaving only horrifying, skeletal bones, just like a Bone Demon...

"It was you! It was you all along!"

Ji Chengwu shrieked in disbelief as if he were seeing a demon, stumbling backward with eyes full of horror.

In that moment, he completely lost all his Battle Intent.

It was this very person who had crippled his left hand.

And now, his right hand was crippled as well. He was completely useless...

He couldn’t even contend with him at full strength. Now that both his hands were useless, how could he possibly face this monstrous youth?

"Of course it was me. Who else did you think it was?"

Shen Lang said with a cold smile. After re-enacting the details of his fight with Drunken Thousand Cups, he felt an exhilarating release, the kind that made him want to throw his head back and roar at the sky.

He had originally planned to use the Chaos Qi to destroy Ji Chengwu from the start, but he had delayed it, choosing first to heavily wound him with close-quarters combat before using this move.

Now, he stood before Ji Chengwu in a posture of absolute dominance, completely unafraid of him trying to escape.

"Why?" Ji Chengwu screamed as if he’d gone mad. "You’re the one who stole my Nine Immortals Lingzhi! I should be the one who hates you! You already have the Nine Immortals Lingzhi, so why do you keep coming after me again and again?"

"Hmph!" Shen Lang snorted. "In all the years you’ve been in Celestial Phoenix City, how many of its people have you murdered and refined into Demon Corpses? Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to deal with you?"

"No! I don’t believe you! There’s a deep hatred in your eyes when you look at me! It’s definitely not just for the people of Celestial Phoenix City I killed!"

"Hatred? You’re not wrong. Over three years ago, a man was chased through Black Wind Ridge by you and your Demon Corpses, and with a final palm strike, you knocked him into the Phoenix River. You haven’t forgotten that, have you? That man... was my father," Shen Lang said, the coldness in his eyes intensifying.

"So that’s it, so that’s it! I understand now, hahaha!"

Ji Chengwu laughed maniacally, and then, suddenly, his entire body exploded, splattering blood in every direction!

"Think you can run?"

Shen Lang seemed to have anticipated this move. With a simple extension of one hand, surging Thunder Power erupted, and a massive net of electricity instantly ensnared all the scattered blood!

As the electricity crackled, a scream came from within the net.

Countless palm-sized chunks of blood tried to break out in all directions, but they were forced back by the electric net again and again, sizzling and smoking.

"Your Blood Escape Technique... your casting speed is too slow, and your preparatory movements are too obvious. It seems you haven’t mastered it yet."

Shen Lang smiled faintly as a silver glint flashed in his eyes. He had already activated his Silver Eyes of Truth.

Through his eyes, he could see a particular mass of blood within the electric net gathering power, preparing to stake everything on one final attempt to break through.

"Unfortunately, you’re out of chances!"

Shen Lang flipped his wrist. The Celestial Water Blade spun several times in his palm with a WHOOSH, then slashed down toward the mass of blood that was gathering more and more power within the net!

"Impossible!"

A horrified shriek from Ji Chengwu came from the mass of blood. He couldn’t believe Shen Lang had so easily found his true body among the countless chunks of blood!

Immediately, that mass of blood expanded countless times, reforming into Ji Chengwu’s original appearance.

Then, Ji Chengwu opened his mouth, and a cyan Jade Plate flew out, instantly enlarging to block the attack in front of him.

SHHIIING!

The Celestial Water Blade, carrying a tyrannical blade light that seemed to slice through the Azure Vault itself, cut through the Jade Plate and struck Ji Chengwu!

Ji Chengwu’s body was suddenly split in two by the blade light. It seemed to hang there for a moment before violently bursting apart to either side!

BANG! BANG!

Two heart-stopping explosions echoed in the ruins. Blood and tattered clothing scattered across the ground, turning the ruins into what looked like a Chaos Scene.

The three men from the Imperial Dragon Sect were left completely stunned...

Even though these three from the Imperial Dragon Sect had killed many people and Demon Beasts, the sight still made them tremble in fear, completely abandoning any thought of escape.

They just lay on the ground, being kicked repeatedly by the four Bone Demons, enduring the intense pain without a sound.

"You killed over a hundred innocent people in Celestial Phoenix City and made my father endure more than three years of inhuman suffering. Slicing you in half with one strike was letting you off easy!"

Shen Lang made a grasping motion with his left hand, and Ji Chengwu’s Sumeru Ring flew out from the rubble and into his grasp.

Only then did he leisurely stroll over to the three men from the Imperial Dragon Sect.

"No, no, no, don’t kill us! We have no grievance with you!"

"Yeah, yeah! We’re from the Imperial Dragon Sect! If you kill us, you’ll be in a world of trouble yourself..."

"Brother, we were blind to have offended you! You’re the bigger man, so please, just treat us like dirt and let us go! From now on, we’ll make sure to steer clear of you, alright?"

Shen Lang smiled very happily, then crouched down, grabbing one of the men’s hands and lifting it.

The man had just a moment to be stunned before he felt a cold sensation on his finger. Shen Lang had already taken the Sumeru Ring from his hand.

"You... you..."

The young Martial Artist looked at Shen Lang, unwilling to let it go, but was met with Shen Lang’s icy gaze.

He instinctively lowered his head, not daring to meet Shen Lang’s eyes.

Bone One was observant enough to read the situation. Seeing what Shen Lang was doing, it immediately copied him, grabbing the spear-wielding Martial Artist’s hand to take his Sumeru Ring.

The Martial Artist tried to pull his hand back, but an enraged Bone One slapped him on the chest, knocking him unconscious and making him spit up blood.

"Boss, the ring!" Bone One said cheerfully as it took the ring and handed it to Shen Lang.

The last one, the young, sword-wielding Martial Artist, was the luckiest. Before the other Bone Demons could make a move, he took off his Sumeru Ring and handed it to Shen Lang himself.

Shen Lang took a look at the contents of the Sumeru Rings, and his face immediately broke into a brilliant smile.

"Disciples from a Major Sect really are different. Tsk tsk, so rich..."

Looking at the three of them, Shen Lang didn’t find them as annoying as before.

The two who were still conscious looked at Shen Lang’s smiling face, a chill running down their spines. They were so scared they didn’t dare to move a muscle.

Shen Lang took out three Elixir Pills and deliberately paused in front of the two conscious men.

The corners of their eyes twitched, and they immediately stared intently at the three Elixir Pills in Shen Lang’s palm.

The three pills were only the size of fava beans and gave off a nauseating stench. One could faintly see minuscule insects crawling all over them, a truly horrifying sight.

"Eat these Elixir Pills."

Shen Lang held two of the pills out to the two conscious men.

"Wh-what kind of Elixir Pills are these..."

The young, sword-wielding Martial Artist asked, his whole body trembling and his face a mask of misery.

Shen Lang’s face darkened. "Obviously they’re poison, what do you think, a tonic? Eat them. Now. Or I’ll slice you in half!"