God Emperor

Shi Qianjue, the Death Zen Elder, Murong Fengye, and the Vice Leader were all top figures of their own territory. They could cause unrest in Kunlun’s Field with just a stomp of their foot.

A huge battle erupted with the four. In that moment, the sky turned turbid. Even a Saint couldn’t approach them.

The Fire Lord was also staring at Zhang Ruochen, preparing to capture him and counter the Saints of the Sacred.

But as soon as he got that thought, dozens of saintly spells flew from the Disha Pavilion’s camp toward him.

“City of Heavenly Fire.”

The sea of fire under the Fire Lord’s feet rose up quickly, turning into a huge city of fire. Towering walls rose up on all four sides, blocking the dozen spells.

Kaboom.

The dozens of spells hit the fire wall. Like raindrops, they only produced small ripples and quickly scattered.

But in this short time, a golden Ni also flew to the side of the fire city. It stepped down, crushing one of the fire walls.

The Fire Lord’s expression changed. Peering back, he discovered another golden Ni had charged from behind, blocking his exit path.

Two golden Ni attacked at the same time. They tore apart the fiery clouds in the sky, sending the Fire Lord down from the sky and collapsing the sky and land.

“The defensive beasts of the Sacred haven’t reached the Supreme Saint Realm, right? How can they be so powerful?” Blood flowed out of the Fire Lord’s mouth.

In that previous clash, he’d actually gotten hurt.

One of the golden Ni spoke in the human tongue. “You have to improve a bit over 800 years.”

Next, the two golden Ni attacked once again, pulling the Fire Lord into their circle.

The two Supreme Saints were both busy. Zhang Ruochen and the Saints of the Sacred activated the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron with all their might again, attacking the second layer of the defensive formation.

Boom!

Boom!

…

Every attack from the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron would shake the second level of the defensive formation fiercely. Huge cracks appeared on the side of Peakless Mountain.

Right now, all the disciples of the Demonic Sect were in fear. They were afraid that they would die after the defensive formation was destroyed.

On Mount Tianmu, no Fire Tribe cultivator could laugh anymore. All of their faces were deathly pale.

They saw the Fire Lord get hurt with their own eyes.

The level of the Sacred rebels had surpassed all of their expectations. It seemed that they really could destroy the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect and Fire Tribe.

Qiu Yu was calmer. He gazed at Huang Yanchen, the Saint Lady, Heavenly King Douzhan and the others. “The Sacred rebels are getting out of hand. Won’t the imperial court do something?”

“Earlier, I already asked the lord of the Earth God Temple and Chaotic Military Lord for help,” the Saint Lady said. “But they didn’t reply. Perhaps they’ve run into something very important.”

Qiu Yu’s eyes were ice cold. “Is there anything more important than defeating the Sacred rebels?”

“Are we qualified to guess a Supreme Saint’s matters?” the Saint Lady said, a bit impolitely. Then she added, “Lord Qiu Yu, please stay calm. This is the Peakless Mountain, the headquarters of the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect. The Sacred rebels won’t be able to conquer it easily.”

The surrounding cultivators were all laughing inwardly.

Zhang Ruochen had come powerfully and clearly to steal the bride. His target was naturally Qiu Yu.

Once Zhang Ruochen got onto Peakless Mountain, getting the bride stolen would be a small matter. By then, Qiu Yu might not even be able to keep his life.

How could Qiu Yu not panic?

A Saint Elder from the Fire Tribe said, “Doesn’t the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect have the Life-Death Furnace, a supreme weapon? How come it hasn’t been used yet?”

Ling Feiyu walked to the square near the banquet and said coldly, “Since it’s the Life-Death Furnace, then it is naturally used when the Demonic Sect is at a life-or-death moment.”

“Palace Lord Ling, is this still not a life-or-death moment?” a Fire Tribe Saint Elder asked.

“Zhang Ruochen and the Sacred followers have come to Peakless Mountain to worship,” Ling Feiyu said, “not to kill. They will leave when they finish praying.”

The Fire Tribe Saint Elder squinted and said in a low voice, “Palace Lord Ling, are you too naïve or have you made an agreement with Zhang Ruochen? Do you want to become the leader of the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect?”

Ling Feiyu’s eyes were sharper than a sword. “Elder Yan, you should deal with the Fire Tribe. Does the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect need you to worry over who our leader is?”

Then Ling Feiyu went to the peak of Mount Tianmu and looked down. “All disciples of the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect, listen. No one is allowed to attack the Sacred followers. I can protect you all. If you don’t listen, you will pay the consequences yourself.”

Her sound waves traveled outward, spreading across the entire Peakless Mountain.

The disciples who’d planned on fighting to the death with the Sacred followers now grew hesitant.

Elder Yan could see that Ling Feiyu was purposely helping Zhang Ruochen. But if she succeeded, how could the Fire Tribe survive?

“You’re looking for death.”

Elder Yan activated his Holy Qi. His skin instantly turned golden-red like burning stone. He radiated with shocking heat.

Stepping down, the stone underfoot melted instantly.

Elder Yan’s figure flashed. As if teleporting, he appeared before Ling Feiyu. He clenched his hands into claws and struck Ling Feiyu’s chest.

Sizzle.

The firelight was brilliant. People couldn’t keep their eyes open.

But shockingly, Elder Yan flew backward before his claws could hit Ling Feiyu. He fell heavily on the ground.

His arms had turned into dust.

“What just happened?”

“How is this possible? Elder Yan is very powerful among Saint Kings. How long ago did the Saintess reach the Saint King Realm? How could she injure him heavily with only one strike?”

Only the top figures present could see that Ling Feiyu wasn’t the one who’d attacked.

It was another top figure.

“Why can’t we just sit down and talk? Why must we fight?”

Right then, a man with white hair stepped down from the mountain. He reached the peak of Mount Tainmu.

The one who’d spoken was him.

The white-haired man seemed to be in his fifties. He looked similar to Ling Feiyu, but he looked frail and sickly. There were no Holy Qi ripples on him.

Ling Feiyu walked to the white-haired man’s side. Supporting him, they walked into the banquet and sat down on one of the seats.

When the Mu Family Saint Leader saw the man, his expression suddenly changed. He hurried over and bowed. “Greetings, Senior Uncle Ling.”

The white-haired man nodded, motioning for him to stop bowing and straighten himself.

Discussions erupted throughout the banquet.

“Who is this?” Martial Saint Canglan asked softly.

The Saint Lady studied the white-haired man. “It must be the son of the Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor Ling Xiu.”

“Ling Xiu? Shi Qianjue’s junior brother? Ling Feiyu’s father?” Martial Saint Canglan widened her eyes in disbelief.

The Saint Lady nodded.

Martial Saint Canglan pursed her lips. “I heard that 600 years ago, Ling Xiu failed when competing with Shi Qianjue for the position of sect leader and disabled his own cultivation. How can one live so long without cultivation?”

Ling Xiu seemed to have heard Martial Saint Canglan. He looked over and smiled. “After disabling your cultivation, you can still practice Spiritual Power. There are thousands of ways of cultivation. Each one is useful.”

The Saint Lady put her hands together and bowed slightly. “Senior Ling Xiu is indeed a top figure. After the way of martial arts was cut off, you could still cultivate Spiritual Power to this terrifying extent. A casual strike could actually injure a Fire Tribe Saint Elder. I am very impressed.”

Ling Xiu shook his head. “My Spiritual Power is at level 60,” he said, chuckling. “But compared to your grandfather, I am still very, very far away.”

Boom!

Hearing that, the entire Mount Tianmu seemed to have exploded.

Level 60?

Wasn’t level 60 of Spiritual Power a Spiritual Power Supreme Saint?

This was indeed shocking news. The Moon-Worship Demonic Sect had actually produced two Supreme Saints.

“Greetings, Supreme Saint.”

Everyone in the square fell to their knees.

Who dared not to kneel before a Supreme Saint?

Qiu Yu and the Fire Tribe looked at Ling Feiyu and Ling Xiu. Their expressions grew even more uncomfortable.

Boom.

A loud boom came from under the mountain. Even Mount Tianmu shook slightly.

The second layer of the defensive formation had been breached.

Mount Tianmu wasn’t inside the third layer, so now, it was completely exposed. As for the defensive formation within Mount Tianmu, it was practically useless. How could it stop the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron?

“Die!”

Zhang Ruochen steered the Golden Dragon Carriage and rushed up Peakless Mountain, flying toward Mount Tianmu.

Even though Ling Xiu and Ling Feiyu had issued an order, there were still many cultivators loyal to Shi Qianjue. They attacked Zhang Ruochen and the Sacred army.

“Disciples of Moon-Worship Demonic Sect,” Gu Songzi yelled. “If you don’t wish to die, just sit obediently. If you continue listening to Shi Qianjue, you can only die.”

Gu Songzi hated Shi Qianjue and the disciples who followed him. He led the attack on them.

Whoosh!

Luo Xu clenched his hands into fist prints and punched. The thousands of miles of water under his feet rushed up Peakless Mountain.

With just one strike, tens of thousands of Demonic Sect disciples died in the waves.

The members of the Tiangang Pavilion and Disha Pavilion followed closely after the Golden Dragon Carriage. They crushed forward, blasting apart the disciples who dared to stop Zhang Ruochen.

This included Ye Xiaoxiang, lord of the Night Palace. She was split into parts by dozens of saint spells, turning into a cloud of bloody mist.

Ouyang Huan sat at the top of a formation tower and looked forward. He saw the nine huge golden dragons pulling a dazzling carriage and flying over.

Zhang Ruochen sat peacefully in the carriage like an emperor surveying the land.

Whoosh!

Demonic Sect disciples were densely packed around the Golden Dragon Carriage. There were probably hundreds of thousands of them. Some struck with weapons and some with martial techniques. All wanted to stop Zhang Ruochen.

But with the protection of the Tiangang Pavilion and Disha Pavilion, no matter how many Demonic Sect disciples there were, none could stop the Golden Dragon Carriage for a moment.

Thud, thud.

Corpses of Demonic Sect disciples fell down like rain. The entire sky turned blood-red. It was like Hell.

As the Golden Dragon Carriage approached, Ouyang Huan closed his eyes. “You won!” he said.

Boom.

The nine golden dragons and Golden Dragon Carriage crashed against the formation tower and crushed over, turning Ouyang Huan’s body and soul into broken pieces.

The entire time, Zhang Ruochen was very calm. No emotions flashed past his eyes. He was as calm as if he’d crushed an ant.