Strongest War Emperor

Shen Lang had suddenly taught Ling Chen the Netherworld King’s Three Extremes Sword at a critical moment. Although it was rushed and every second counted, Ling Chen was indeed a genius of the Sword Dao, managing to put on a convincing imitation.

While he hadn’t truly grasped much of the profound mysteries of the Netherworld King’s Three Extremes Sword in such a short time, and its power was less than one ten-thousandth of the real thing, it was not to be underestimated when combined with the Dragon Bone Holy Sword in his hand.

The very first strike heavily injured the Half-Step King Martial Realm Yuwen Huaji.

"Netherworld King’s Three Extremes Sword!"

The moment after the first strike was unleashed...

From the direction of Celestial Phoenix City’s West City, beneath the waterfall, a tyrannical and blade-sharp momentum tore through the Azure Vault.

A low shout seemed to suddenly ring out in everyone’s minds, each word like a heavy mallet striking a giant drum.

It made everyone in Celestial Phoenix City dizzy and filled with indescribable pain.

The higher one’s Cultivation, the more unbearable the sound...

Above the ruins, the faces of Bai Wuji and the other two suddenly flushed red, and they nearly plummeted from the sky!

At the same time, in the distant sky, from the east and north of Celestial Phoenix City, two more immeasurably powerful momentums suddenly filled the heavens, shaking the world!

At that moment, the void above all of Celestial Phoenix City seemed to tremble slightly. The clouds in the night sky were instantly shredded by this tyrannical momentum, revealing the brilliant stars.

Within Celestial Phoenix City, everyone was so shocked by these three vast momentums that had appeared out of nowhere that they were terrified beyond belief.

Each of them felt a terrifying pressure covering the sky and earth, unstoppable, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

’What is happening? What in the world is going on? Where is this terrifying pressure coming from? How can there be such powerful figures in Celestial Phoenix City...’

The people were on the verge of dying from shock, screaming hysterically in their minds.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant suddenly echoed from South City’s Shuangta Temple, and a ray of Buddha Light instantly enveloped all of Celestial Phoenix City. At this moment, Buddha Light swirled around the city, celestial figures danced in the air, and Sanskrit chants rolled on.

The terrifying pressure that had enveloped the entire city suddenly vanished without a trace, as if it had never been there at all.

The people of Celestial Phoenix City were now drenched in sweat, as if they had just woken from a nightmare.

Accompanying this Buddhist chant was Ling Chen’s clumsy imitation of the Netherworld King’s Three Extremes Sword’s second strike!

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"Return to the origin, gather power in the Golden Core. Move through the root chakra and circulate it up the Du Meridian along your back. Ascend the spine, passing through the Changqiang, Life Gate, Xuanshu, Zhongshu, Shendao, Dazhui, and Baihui. Step to the Gen and Li positions. Move from the Central Palace to Qian, then to Dui. Merge the sword with the body, the body with the Dao, the Dao with the heavens, and the heavens with fate. Your heart and soul entwine with the sword in your hand; the sword is your heart and soul, your heart and soul, the sword..."

As Shen Lang spoke, he held the Celestial Water Blade and moved through the air with profound steps. No blade-light shone from the Celestial Water Blade, and his movements weren’t fast, but strangely, it became extremely blurry, making it impossible to tell if it was a blade or a sword!

Although it was just a simulated demonstration, at this moment, Shen Lang’s essence, qi, spirit, Sword Intent, Battle Intent, and will were all united as one.

Ling Chen was so overjoyed he wanted to let out a long cry. His heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap from his chest.

He knew this was a heaven-sent opportunity. His eyes were wide open, not daring to even blink.

He was terrified of missing a single one of Shen Lang’s movements, a single detail!

Due to Shen Lang’s intentional or unintentional concealment, from any angle other than Ling Chen’s, Bai Wuji and the others couldn’t see many of the finer details of his movements.

But as they watched, stunned, they all suddenly had an illusion that Shen Lang’s every move and every word contained some kind of Martial Arts Rule, or some kind of Martial Arts Realm they couldn’t comprehend.

This Martial Arts Realm was far more profound and unfathomable than anything they, as Xuanwu Realm Powerhouses, could understand.

Although they weren’t proficient with swords, and Shen Lang had intentionally or unintentionally hidden some of his movements, the three of them were still unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

Just like Ling Chen, each one of them desperately tried to commit Shen Lang’s every movement and every word he spoke to memory!

And at this moment, the three heaven-shaking pressures over Celestial Phoenix City were already giving them splitting headaches and making their entire bodies numb.

But they still refused to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to advance their Martial Arts!

"Second Sword—let the mountains collapse and the earth split! Shock the gods and ghosts, make the elves flee! Kill!"

At Shen Lang’s cold shout, Ling Chen’s blood boiled. The Dragon Bone Holy Sword in his hand finally completed the profound and difficult-to-understand path, and then he slashed down towards the giant crater in the ruins!

BANG!

At that moment, rubble exploded from the crater, and a figure shot upwards. It was Yuwen Huaji, his hair disheveled and his clothes tattered!

Poor Yuwen Huaji. He had been gathering his power, trying to figure out how to block Ling Chen’s attack. He planned to dodge it, rush out, and kill Shen Lang with a thunderous blow. But then he felt the three heaven-shaking pressures over Celestial Phoenix City. He was so alarmed that he couldn’t think about anything else and rushed out in a terrified, fuming panic...

How could he have expected Ling Chen’s second strike to arrive so quickly!

This time, not only did he have no chance to dodge, but he ran right into it!

The second strike of the Netherworld King’s Three Extremes Sword was completely different from the first.

The first strike created thousands of phantoms, but each strike was real.

But this second strike was Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. The Dragon Bone Holy Sword and Ling Chen became one. Ling Chen was the sword, and the sword was Ling Chen!

A sword-light beam, hundreds of feet long, appeared out of nowhere. It solidified, spanning the sky, and the Sword Qi within it contained a Sword Intent capable of shattering the void!

The roar of a dragon thundered as the peerless sword-light revealed its razor-sharp edge!

With one slash, boundless Sword Qi was wrapped within, covering the sky and earth, utterly unstoppable!

It was a strike that would slay gods and devils in its path!

"How is this possible!"

Caught completely off guard, Yuwen Huaji was beyond terrified. He spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Heaven-Flipping Seal. The Heaven-Flipping Seal instantly transformed into a small, craggy mountain, shielding him from above.

The peerless sword-light slashed straight down. A roar like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting rang out, accompanied by Yuwen Huaji’s heart-rending scream... The small mountain transformed from the Heaven-Flipping Seal was sliced in two as if it were tofu!

Amidst a fountain of blood, an arm flew high into the air. It was instantly shredded to pieces by the residual Sword Qi, the fragments fluttering down.

However, compared to the scene of the Heaven-Flipping Seal exploding, this gory sight seemed insignificant.

In the ruins, Yuwen Huaji was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, with only his left arm remaining. He looked like a Demon that had just crawled out of Hell.

The sword strike had clearly dissipated, but he was still miserably channeling all his Spiritual Power to resist the lingering Sword Intent.

SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!

It was as if an invisible person was hacking at Yuwen Huaji, one strike after another. Geysers of blood spurted from his body. The sight, combined with Yuwen Huaji’s crazed screams, left Bai Wuji and the other two watching from above the ruins completely stunned. Even Ling Chen, the one who had delivered the blow, was dumbfounded.

’It sliced the Fourth Grade Profound Artifact, the Heaven-Flipping Seal, in two. The Artifact Spirit inside didn’t even let out a scream before it was finished...’

’And that was with the Half-Step King Martial Realm Yuwen Huaji desperately pouring all his Spiritual Power into the Profound Artifact and even sacrificing his Essence Blood.’

’The power of this strike actually reached such a level... Ling Chen clearly just fumbled through a crude imitation... Is this fucking Swordsmanship even possible for a human to use?’

Stunned by everything they were seeing, Ling Chen, Bai Wuji, and the others failed to seize the perfect opportunity to attack while Yuwen Huaji was severely injured and focused on resisting the residual Sword Intent from the last strike. They just stared blankly at the scene.

They were in a daze, but Shen Lang was not.

The moment the smoke and dust cleared to reveal Yuwen Huaji’s figure, Shen Lang’s previous demeanor of a grandmaster teaching Sword Techniques vanished completely. With a *WHOOSH*, he shot towards Shuangta Temple!

Facing the now-berserk Yuwen Huaji, Shen Lang knew the man wouldn’t give him another chance to use the third strike of the Netherworld King’s Three Extremes Sword.

’No better time to run than now!’

"Things are getting hairy, I’m outta here! That old fiend is about to lose it! You guys hold him off for me!"

Shen Lang let out a strange cry and flew towards Shuangta Temple as fast as lightning, not forgetting to slap two Defense Talismans on himself!

"This..." Bai Wuji and the others still hadn’t really processed what was happening.

In their eyes, Yuwen Huaji could barely protect himself now. His aura was extremely weak, so how could he possibly still be able to fight?

Four great experts were surrounding him now, so why was Shen Lang so scared?

THUD! THUD! THUD!

While the four of them were still stunned, Yuwen Huaji, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, fiercely slapped his own body a few times with his left hand, finally dispelling all of the rampaging Sword Intent.

He was covered in blood and in a wretched state. Where was even a trace of the dignity of a Xuanwu Realm Powerhouse?

"Haha... HAHAHAHA..."

Glancing down at his empty right shoulder, the one-armed Yuwen Huaji began to laugh like a madman.

Even for an old monster like Yuwen Huaji, who had lived for several hundred years and fought countless battles, he couldn’t understand why his fate had taken such a drastic turn.

Everything had been under his control, and it had all been going so smoothly.

Even when Shen Lang caused trouble at the Martial Arts Arena, he had swallowed his pride and personally intervened, and he was still able to control the situation.

Even now, with the four from Evil Wind Valley besieging him, he, confident in his formidable Cultivation, still saw Shen Lang as an ant he could crush in his hand whenever he pleased!

If he wanted to kill Shen Lang, the four from Evil Wind Valley couldn’t possibly stop him!

That was why he had been fighting these four unhurriedly, to show off his strength to the people of Celestial Phoenix City.

But then Shen Lang had inexplicably taught Ling Chen a sword technique, and Ling Chen, using it right after learning it, had managed to severely injure him with a single strike...

And had nearly destroyed his Heaven-Flipping Seal!

What he could have never imagined was that a second strike followed, pressing the advantage!

If he hadn’t desperately moved aside at the critical moment, he wouldn’t have just lost a right arm—he would have been sliced in two, just like the Heaven-Flipping Seal!

"Shen Lang, if I don’t kill you, I am no man!"

More than ever before, Yuwen Huaji wanted to kill Shen Lang.

He wished he could slice Shen Lang into a thousand pieces!

At this moment, no matter who stood in his way, he would sweep aside all obstacles and kill Shen Lang on the spot!

Then he would extract his soul and imprison it in the Ten Thousand Beasts Circle to be tortured for ten thousand years!

"Shen Lang! I want you dead!"

With an incomparably shrill cry, Yuwen Huaji flipped his left hand, revealing a small, blood-red circle. He shot into the sky like an arrow, charging towards Shen Lang. His speed was hardly any slower than it had been at his peak!