Strongest War Emperor

The Thunder Power instantly coursed from the top of Sun Hongwen’s head through his entire body!

Under normal circumstances, a cultivator at the Sixth or Seventh Heavens of the Qi Martial Realm like Sun Hongwen wouldn’t have been too bothered by such a small amount of Thunder Power.

He could have even resisted and dispersed it by cultivating his own power.

The problem was, every bone in his body was already dislocated. The slightest vibration sent excruciating pain shooting through him.

This agony was bone-deep, beyond description!

Things like being slowly sliced with a dull knife or even death by a thousand cuts couldn’t compare to this torment.

Sun Hongwen broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, his eyes bulging like a dead fish’s...

’I never, ever should have provoked this evil star!’

Sun Hongwen wanted to scream, but not a single sound escaped his lips.

He thought of flailing his limbs to vent the pain, but the mere intention brought an even more unbearable surge of agony from the parts he tried to move.

His body was completely paralyzed. He could only twitch uncontrollably under the onslaught of pain. In just a short while, the dry ground beneath him was completely soaked...

"GAK... GAK!"

A strange sound finally escaped Sun Hongwen’s throat, and he passed out.

Shen Lang looked down at the effeminately dressed Sun Hongwen, then bent over and snapped all his joints back into place. Afterward, he activated his Water Dragon Roar Technique, smashing a large ball of water onto Sun Hongwen’s head!

SPLASH!

As the water ball burst, icy water cascaded over his head. Sun Hongwen shuddered and shot up into a sitting position.

"HUFF... HUFF... HUFF!"

Panting heavily, he looked up in horror at the expressionless Shen Lang. The corner of his eye twitched, his gaze filled with terror, as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

However, the ripples of agony still echoing through his body told him this was no dream.

The pain had been real. He had fainted from the sheer agony of it all!

"How did that feel? Enjoyable? If so, I have ways to keep you conscious while you endure it all. You’ll be unable to live, yet unable to die," Shen Lang said indifferently.

Sun Hongwen burst into tears. "I... I... I... What do you want? I won’t do it again! I’ll never provoke you again, okay? In all the decades I’ve been alive, all the pain I’ve ever suffered doesn’t add up to what I just went through! Waaaah..."

"If you don’t want to go through that again, then shut your mouth!" Shen Lang’s single sentence silenced Sun Hongwen instantly.

"Take me to Tian Hao and Yan Qi. If you can’t find them..."

Sun Hongwen shot to his feet, his face a mask of righteous indignation. "That bizarre pair, Tian Hao and Yan Qi, have been a plague on Songdu Peak for too long! I’ve long wanted to get rid of them, but I lacked the strength. Now that Junior Brother Shen Lang has burst onto the scene, you can surely help us uphold justice!"

"Please rest assured, Junior Brother! I’ll take you there right now. I won’t let them escape! I’ve been waiting for this day for a very, very long time!" As he spoke, Sun Hongwen’s eyes began to redden, and tears of ’gratitude’ welled up, threatening to spill at any moment.

’He was so moved by that bizarre pair, Tian Hao and Yan Qi. If not for those lunatics, why would he, Sun Hongwen, have to suffer such inhuman treatment?’

’I never want to feel that again for the rest of my life! Just thinking about it makes me want to lose control of my bowels...’

Shen Lang snorted. "Lead the way."

"Yes, yes, yes," Sun Hongwen said, still panting.

Compared to Shen Lang, he would rather face a pack of Sixth Level Demon Beasts. How could characters like Tian Hao and Yan Qi possibly scare him now?

This night was destined to be a turbulent one.

For at the same time Shen Lang was looking for Tian Hao and Yan Qi, hundreds of people had gathered around Songdu Peak’s only battle stage, packing it so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through.

Three young men stood upon the battle stage.

The Moonlight Stones placed on high wooden poles cast a soft glow, stretching the men’s shadows across the stage and making their figures seem even more aloof and indescribable. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

To the north stood a man in ornate robes, an exotic weapon hanging motionlessly from his hand. He was like wood or stone, yet as serene as still water, exuding the air of a master.

The weapon looked something like a halberd, but not quite, something like a sword, but not quite. It was about three feet long, with a duckbill-shaped spearhead and a blood guard below it.

Below the blood guard were two L-shaped steel spikes, each five inches long and as thick as a finger, one above the other, positioned on opposite sides.

This weapon was called the Yin Yang Three Talents Stealer. Its duckbill spearhead was slightly concave on both sides, designed to create a wound that would let air in, making it an exceptionally vicious weapon.

At this moment, blood was dripping, drop by drop, from the steel spike that was just shy of touching the ground.

This blood came from one of the two men opposite him.

One of the two was panting heavily, clutching his left arm with his right hand as blood streamed from between his fingers. His longsword lay in a small crater on the ground, not yet retrieved.

The other man’s face was filled with rage, his momentum steadily climbing!

"Liu Feng, your cultivation has already broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm Third Heaven, and you’ve even obtained a Second Grade Spiritual Artifact like the Yin Yang Three Talents Stealer. Don’t you think it’s a bit much to come here and provoke Tian Hao?" the man said coldly, supporting Tian Hao with one hand.

Across from them, Liu Feng chuckled scornfully. "Now that’s not right. Our Blood Spirit Peak and your Songdu Peak have fought for so many years, with victories and losses on both sides. Tian Hao and I have been rivals for years. How did this suddenly become me bullying him?"

Liu Feng raised his Yin Yang Three Talents Stealer and pointed it at Hua Zheng. "I have advanced to the Spirit Martial Realm Third Heaven, and my Seven Spin Chain technique has reached the fourth level. Tian Hao has been stuck at the Spirit Martial Realm Second Heaven for a long, long time. He’s no longer my opponent. I didn’t even come looking for him this time. He was just courting death."

"The one I came to challenge is you, Hua Zheng! The one who has reached the Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven and is known as the number one disciple of Songdu Peak’s current generation!"

"Since you’re already on the stage, let me experience the power of the number one disciple of Songdu Peak’s Heart-spinning Soul-seizing Technique! I’ll ask you one thing: do you dare to fight me!"

Hua Zheng reined in his anger, his expression turning wooden.

But his eyes flashed with a divine light, revealing a disdain for the world that dared anyone to meet his gaze.

"Good, good, good! All those useless trash from your Blood Spirit Peak at the Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven have already lost to me. I didn’t expect that a guy like you, who just advanced to the Spirit Martial Realm Third Heaven, would dare to challenge me on Songdu Peak. Truly, a newborn calf fears no tiger!"

"As it happens, after several months of arduous cultivation, I’ve opened two more Mystic Gates and my Heart-spinning Soul-seizing Technique has improved. I was just thinking of sparring with someone from Purgatory Peak. I didn’t expect someone from Blood Spirit Peak to serve himself up on a platter for me to test my blade. In that case, I will grant you your wish!"

As Hua Zheng spoke, the aura around him surged once more.

Although he stood still, ripples of Powerful Qi spread outwards like a storm, sweeping across the entire stage!

"Cripple that bastard Liu Feng! How dare he come to our Songdu Peak! He’s courting death!" someone shouted from the crowd below.

"That’s right! The guy’s too arrogant! He just advanced to the Spirit Martial Realm Third Heaven and he already dares to challenge Senior Brother Hua? A year ago, Senior Brother Hua beat Blood Spirit Peak like a bunch of dogs! How dare he show his face here just to die!"

"Senior Brother Hua’s Heart-spinning Soul-seizing Technique has already reached the fifth level! Within the Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven, he’s unbeatable!"

The people from Songdu Peak all chimed in in agreement.

"Bullshit! You really think that crap Heart-spinning Soul-seizing Technique is so great? He was defeated by a senior brother from Purgatory Peak in less than ten moves back then, and you have the nerve to brag?"

"Our Senior Brother Liu Feng from Blood Spirit Peak is not someone you can underestimate! Open your damn dog eyes and watch! See if Hua Zheng can even handle the Seven Spin Chain!"

The people from Blood Spirit Peak refused to show weakness and seemed even more arrogant. This was Songdu Peak’s battle stage, their home turf, yet their presence was faintly suppressed by that of Blood Spirit Peak.

It seemed the people of Blood Spirit Peak had great confidence in Liu Feng. They had come well-prepared, and many had followed him up Songdu Peak.

Flames erupted in everyone’s eyes, and they were all pumped full of adrenaline.

Whether in the Inner Sect or the Outer Sect, these kinds of conflicts between the various peaks were extremely common.

And the upper echelons of the Profound Dao Sect were very supportive of this practice.

Disciples who performed exceptionally well in these fights might even receive rewards from the sect, or even be directly selected to enter the Inner Sect.

As for the disciples who could only watch, seeing the masters from different peaks fight was not only about the open and hidden struggles between the peaks; it was also an excellent learning opportunity.

If it weren’t the middle of the night, the crowd would likely be five or six times larger.

CLANG!

Hua Zheng drew the longsword from his back and smiled faintly. "Tian Hao, get off the stage. I will avenge you."

At his side, Tian Hao shot a venomous glance at Liu Feng, then nodded. "Then I’ll have to trouble Senior Brother Hua. Let this reckless Liu Feng have a taste of the Heart-spinning Soul-seizing Technique’s power! Make him regret ever coming to Songdu Peak!"

With that, Tian Hao turned to leave the stage.

Just then, an indifferent voice suddenly echoed from the nearby shadows, silencing the surrounding clamor. "The guy on the stage with the bleeding arm—is that Tian Hao?"

Everyone’s gaze immediately shifted to where the voice had come from. They saw Sun Hongwen limping toward them with great difficulty. Behind him, a black-robed youth with a cold gaze stared fixedly at Tian Hao on the stage.

"Shen Lang?" Tian Hao snarled upon seeing Sun Hongwen’s wretched state.

Shen Lang walked through the crowd, slowly ascended the steps to the stage, and said, "Since you know who I am, that makes settling this score much easier... Huh. I heard you’re the boss of Songdu Peak. Why do you look so pathetic right now, with your arm injured and all?"

"What do you want? Is this a place you should be? Are you looking to die?" Tian Hao’s face twisted into a grotesque expression.

A group of disciples immediately emerged from the Songdu Peak crowd below, glaring at Shen Lang like tigers eyeing their prey. They were ready to rush up and seize him the moment Tian Hao gave the word.

On the stage, Liu Feng and Hua Zheng were inwardly furious...

If looks could kill, the two of them would have already sliced Shen Lang into a thousand pieces.

Their momentum was at its peak, and the atmosphere had been built to a climax. They were just about to have their grand battle, but some kid had popped out of nowhere and completely ruined everything!

’You have to understand, plenty of old-timers are watching an occasion like this!’

’This isn’t just some casual spar! That bastard!’

’How audacious! I, the number one disciple of Songdu Peak, am about to duel someone, and he dares to interrupt?’

’Where did this bastard come from? Doesn’t he even know the basic rules? Let me give him a palm strike. Then he won’t forget my name, Hua Zheng, so easily!’

"I don’t care who you are! Now, get the hell off my stage!" Hua Zheng’s aura flared as he threw a palm strike at Shen Lang’s chest.

The strike seemed casual, but the powerful wind it generated was immense and overwhelming, impossible to block!

In his fury, Hua Zheng used at least fifty percent of his power, intending to cripple the arrogant, overbearing black-robed kid who had ruined their big moment!