Strongest War Emperor

"Blue Level Massacre, Ninth Floor!"

Lin Bucai’s furious roar made the faces of everyone nearby pale in shock.

Seeing Shen Lang’s strength and speed greatly increase after breaking his restraints, a look of do-or-die desperation appeared on Lin Bucai’s face as he pushed the Blue Level Massacre to the Ninth Floor.

Immediately, the Momentum of his entire body once again began to climb wildly!

His body, originally red-hot like a branding iron, underwent another bizarre transformation.

Its color abruptly shifted to Dark Gold, making him look like a Copper Man!

"He’s lost his mind! Lin Bucai has gone completely mad! How could he activate the Ninth Floor of the Blue Level Massacre? With his current Cultivation and physical state, there’s no way he can withstand the backlash from the Ninth Floor!"

An aged voice said, trembling.

It was an Elder from Shao Hufeng.

Prompted by the Shao Hufeng Elder’s words, everyone’s gaze immediately fixed on Lin Bucai.

Sure enough, they saw many flaws on his Dark Gold body. Multiple gashes had appeared on his neck at some point, and blood was now gushing out of them!

’Lin Bucai, a Master of One Peak in the Inner Sect at Xuanwu Realm Fifth Heaven, has actually been pushed by Shen Lang to the point of harming his own body and draining his life force...?’

’Even if he manages to win against Shen Lang, it will be a pyrrhic victory!’

’The Ninth Floor of the Blue Level Massacre is beyond what his body can handle. Even a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouse wouldn’t dare use it lightly. After this one battle, he’ll be severely injured himself and will need a very long time to recover. The price... is just too high!’

The people from the various peaks felt extremely conflicted.

And among the crowd from Shao Hufeng, some disciples could no longer control themselves and began to cry...

In the instant the crowd was stunned, Lin Bucai bent over and slammed his palm onto the water’s surface. "Earth-Encompassing Water Needle!"

Potent Spiritual Power immediately fused with the lake water.

From within the rapidly spinning vortex, countless enormous water needles formed from the lake shot out, gleaming with a chilling light!

"SHINK SHINK SHINK SHINK!"

Faced with the enormous water needles continuously emerging, Shen Lang switched from a straight sprint to an erratic run, dodging them in a flash.

His Step Technique was uncanny and unpredictable!

"I also know Water Element Techniques. I can sense the fluctuations of Spiritual Power in the water crystal clear. You should probably stop using such petty tricks."

The powerful "Earth-Encompassing Water Needle" was dismissed by him as a mere "petty trick"...

The next moment, his entire body shot diagonally into the sky. He did a full 360-degree spin in the air, his right foot, wreathed in tyrannical, peerless lightning, smashing down toward Lin Bucai!

Lin Bucai felt the unparalleled force in Shen Lang’s kick. The corner of his eye twitched violently as he took a step back with his right foot, bracing himself against the water, and threw a punch skyward with his right hand.

"Seventh Style, Infinite Water!"

Endless lake water immediately converged on Lin Bucai, completely enveloping him.

A massive Water Giant formed in an instant, throwing a punch at Shen Lang in the air.

With a deafening BOOM, the Water Giant instantly disintegrated amidst a terrifying flash of lightning.

Blood trickled from the corner of Lin Bucai’s mouth as he staggered backward.

But how could Shen Lang, now landing on the water’s surface, give him another chance to dodge?

Shen Lang’s hands hung at his sides as he used his legs like hands. His body spun continuously, delivering kick after kick—wild as the wind, fierce as the waves, and brimming with Killing Intent!

This Chain Kick, with each strike faster than the last, kicked Lin Bucai into a state of exhaustion, forcing him to retreat continuously.

He didn’t even have time to counterattack; he could only block and dodge ceaselessly!

These Leg Techniques were elegant in their movements, clean and efficient.

They were as fast as lightning and endlessly varied.

Yet they were also incomparably sharp and domineering...

The display instantly stunned the entire audience!

’He’s too fast! Using his legs like hands, how can he be this quick? Every part of this guy’s body is a deadly weapon...’

Blood streamed down Lin Bucai’s body. The shock in his heart had reached an indescribable level.

Even after using the Ninth Floor of the Blue Level Massacre at the cost of harming his own body, he was still terrified by Shen Lang’s storm-like Leg Techniques.

’Dodge? Shen Lang’s legs are just too fast.’

’Block? Every one of Shen Lang’s kicks feels heavier than ten thousand catties. Each time I block, it’s like being slammed by a mountain!’

To an outsider, it looked like he was blocking Shen Lang’s attacks with every impact.

Only he knew that each block sent his internal energy and blood into turmoil, throwing his Spiritual Power into ever-greater chaos!

"Do you find my Leg Techniques a bit too flashy?"

Shen Lang asked in a remarkably calm tone, even as he unleashed a continuous flurry of kicks.

Lin Bucai froze, not understanding what Shen Lang meant.

Who among the onlookers would dare call his sharp, domineering Leg Techniques "flashy"?

Shen Lang delivered a series of kicks and pushes with his right foot, then spun and lashed out with his left leg like a whip.

"Xuanwu Realm Martial Artists have opened an Elements Mansion in their bodies, allowing them to use multiple Cultivation Techniques and types of power simultaneously. I’m not in the Xuanwu Realm, but I can do it too."

Hearing Shen Lang’s words, Lin Bucai still didn’t understand.

His Divine Thought could sense a powerful Spiritual Power operating beneath the lake’s surface, completely neutralizing the force he was using to create the vortex.

And when Shen Lang executed his rapid Leg Technique attacks, the Thunder Power crisscrossing his legs was not to be underestimated...

’Could it be that while he’s using Thunder Power and the Power of Water, there’s another power at play that I haven’t noticed?’

His heart pounding, Lin Bucai immediately diverted a sliver of his consciousness to inspect his own body.

Upon inspection, Lin Bucai’s already grim expression changed dramatically!

’What kind of Cultivation Technique is this? He’s weaving this kind of Dark Force into every single kick! Each kick adds another layer, but the fierce Thunder Power on his legs kept me so busy that I couldn’t even detect this Dark Force! How can such a terrifying Cultivation Technique exist!’

’It’s over. After taking so many of his kicks, the Dark Force inside my body has layered up and is about to erupt!’

At this moment, Lin Bucai finally understood that even now, Shen Lang hadn’t used his full strength!

He hadn’t tried to severely injure him with a single move. Instead, he used this dazzling fighting style, treating him as nothing more than a training partner to help his own Cultivation!

He was using these incredibly fast Leg Techniques to drive layer after layer of Dark Force into Lin Bucai’s body, setting up for a final, decisive blow!

Just as Lin Bucai came to this terrifying realization...

Shen Lang said indifferently, "It’s probably too late to notice it now."

The moment his voice fell, Lin Bucai shot off to the side!

With the Dark Force on the verge of erupting, he had to create distance from Shen Lang and find a chance to dispel the terrifying energy. Otherwise, death was his only option!

However, Shen Lang’s current speed far surpassed Lin Bucai’s. How could he let him find such an opportunity?

With a flicker of movement, Shen Lang finally stopped his Leg Techniques and stuck to him like a shadow.

"BANG! BANG! BANG..."

Before Shen Lang’s attack could even land on him, the Dark Force within Lin Bucai’s body had already erupted.

It was as if an Ancient Fierce Beast had been Sealed inside Lin Bucai’s body, and that beast was now frantically ramming against the Seal from within, trying to break free!

Loud bangs echoed continuously. From the cracks on Lin Bucai’s body, caused by the Ninth Floor of the Blue Level Massacre, jets of blood began to spray out ceaselessly!

The scene was bizarre and horrifying...

"Wh-what in the world is happening? Shen Lang hasn’t even hit him yet, so why are jets of blood suddenly spraying from his body?"

"It looks like Lin Bucai is severely injured..."

"It’s... Dark Force! With every kick from his earlier storm-like Leg Technique, Shen Lang hammered a layer of Dark Force into his body! His Leg Techniques are simply too fast. Even after all those kicks, only a short moment has passed. Now, the accumulated Dark Force is about to explode!"

"I’ve heard of this type of Cultivation Technique before. Although it’s powerful, its execution speed is a bit too slow, and the Dark Force is easy to detect and dispel..."

"He can’t dispel it. Someone else’s, maybe, but there’s absolutely no chance with Shen Lang’s. His movements are too fast, his attacks too fierce. The number of layers he stacked in such a short time has reached a terrifying level. In that brief window, even if Lin Bucai had known about the Dark Force from the start, it would’ve been useless. Not unless he avoided all contact with Shen Lang’s fists and feet."

"How can a Cultivation Technique with such a major weakness become so tyrannical when Shen Lang uses it? Lin Bucai can’t hold on for much longer..."

Under the incredulous gazes of the Xuanwu Realm Powerhouses, Lin Bucai let out a miserable cry from the middle of the lake, finally unable to suppress the Dark Force in his body.

The Dark Force, stacked to an unknown number of layers, erupted. Lin Bucai’s Spiritual Power fell into chaos, and it was as if his body had countless holes, all pouring out blood!

But it wasn’t over...

Shen Lang, who had already closed the distance, gave him no chance to escape or catch his breath. His offensive poured forth like Shui Ying, seeping into every opening.

The ferocity of his assault was like raging thunder striking from the heavens—mighty and unpredictable!

In the instant Lin Bucai’s footing fell into disarray, he had already been hit by several punches.

However, unlike Shen Lang, who was bare-chested, Lin Bucai was not only protected by the powerful Spirit Light of a Xuanwu Realm Martial Artist, but he was also wearing Soft Armor.

As Shen Lang’s punches slammed into him, the protective barriers of the Spirit Light Shield and the Soft Armor activated simultaneously.

Shen Lang’s fists seemed to hit a bubble, sinking deep before being repelled.

"Your defense is too weak!"

Unexpectedly, after several of his punches failed to break through, Shen Lang said something that didn’t seem right—that his opponent’s defense was too weak.

The next moment, the people around them finally understood what he meant...

The words had barely left his lips when Shen Lang smashed a heavy fist into Lin Bucai’s chest!

With that punch, a faint cracking sound was heard as both layers of the defensive barrier instantly shattered like glass!

And Shen Lang’s fist landed squarely on Lin Bucai’s chest.

"PFFT!"

With a ghastly expression, Lin Bucai violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Meanwhile, Shen Lang spun, moved to the side, and then whipped around with a back kick that landed heavily on Lin Bucai’s stomach.

With another loud BANG, the defensive barrier that had just reformed around Lin Bucai’s body was once again effortlessly shattered by Shen Lang before it could even fully manifest.

How immense was the power in that kick from Shen Lang?

Having already lost the ability to resist, Lin Bucai grunted in pain and was sent flying backward.

While in mid-air, Lin Bucai reached out, popped an Elixir Pill into his mouth, and then a pair of pale blue wings of light unfurled from his back. He tumbled through the air for a while before finally stabilizing himself!

"You... even at this stage, you were still hiding your Cultivation!"

Lin Bucai said, his voice filled with both unwilling resentment and grudging admiration.