Supreme Emperor of Swords

Almost all the experts who knew who had the God-suppressing Seal were of the same mind. They wanted to rob her of the Divine Artifact in the chaos.

“How despicable!”

Only the bronze-skinned middle-aged Martial Sage was doing his best to restrain the situation, parting the fighters and trying to calm everyone down. But it was all in vain. Most were overcome by bloodlust, irrational in the carnage, and could not stop at all!

Boom!

A gust of strong power erupted.

Dozens of Human Clan experts were hit by a golden Demon Aura, instantly turning into blood.

A handsome young man of the Demon Clan walked out of the crowd. Looking calm and unlike a demon, he was holding a folding fan in his hand, weaving through the warriors on the chaotic battlefield like he was strolling leisurely in a courtyard. Waving the folding fan, he slew many Human Clan experts, one after another.

He was an extremely powerful genius of the Demon Clan.

There were almost no bestial characteristics on his body. A majestic Demon Aura was surging all over it, suffocating everyone. He was like the dazzling sun itself!

With a cruel smile on his face, this Demon Clan’s youth on the battlefield was like Death himself.

Next to him was a Demon Saint with a wizened human face and a flood-dragon body. He seemed to be a servant, bowing his head and looking down to keep a low profile. He would intercept any attacks from a Human Clan expert aimed at the youth.

“He’s Wen Duoqing, the peerless genius of the Demon Clan. The Sand of Time has fallen into his hands…”

A Human Clan expert shouted.

Ding Hao was shocked.

Wasn’t this young man with the folding fan that same youth he had met on Miaoyu Bordello’s Golden Boat of the Nine Heavens Mystic Fairies? So he wasn’t a human being, but a demon. In the tavern in Huining City, Orchid Province, this young man had also started a fight between the heirs of various sects…

“This young man is actually a genius of the Demon Clan?”

Ding Hao was extremely shocked.

His keen Mind Essential had not detected that at all in their last few meetings. He did not sense any Demon Aura on his body…

Could this demon genius, Wen Duoqing, be behind Miaoyu Bordello’s collusion with the Demon Clan?

While Ding Hao was speculating, he suddenly sensed two fierce eyes looking at him.

The gaze was almost tangible, pricking Ding Hao’s skin like a needle.

Ding Hao looked up and saw Wen Duoqing far away, a mysterious smile on his face. No one could get near him on that bloody battlefield. He was like a solitary being from another world. His eyes, as keen as forked lightning in the dark, were locked at Ding Hao.

At that instant, Ding Hao felt his heart burn with fighting spirit.

The subconsciousness in his body was burning wildly at this moment, like an animal encountering its natural predator. His body responded instinctively with a kind of unintended physiological burning.

Whoosh!

Wen Duoqing’s body swayed.

His body streaked toward Ding Hao like a hurricane. The experts of the Human and the Demon Clans were all sent flying by its invisible force. The air turned chaotic, like someone was squashing a pool of water.

A transparent jade palm print began to loom large in Ding Hao’s sight.

Ding Hao raised his hand and punched out.

Boom!

The moment the fist and the palm met, a terrible shock wave emanated in all directions.

This was neither the power of Demon Aura nor that of Qi.

Instead, it was a most typical and basic shock wave caused by the collision of brute strength. The entire space seemed to have exploded after being squashed. Hundreds of fiercely fighting experts of the two clans were blown away like rice stalks in the hurricane, unable to react in time.

A huge translucent mushroom cloud rose around the two men.

The explosion was so loud that it sounded like a doomsday thunderclap, shattering the eardrums of many. The Martial Emperors and Demon Royals near them were caught off guard. Their faces turned pale as their ears bled!

…

“What powerful brute strength!”

Ding Hao’s wrist was numb, and he could hardly lift his arm. He was extremely shocked.

After consuming and integrating those five pieces of Jades in Stone, his physical strength had reached the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm. He could still defeat a Martial Grand Emperor at his peak even when suppressed by the tower.

Even the little giant Arnold, and Liao Juzhan, that expert from the War God Hall, were no match for Ding Hao in physical strength.

But this demon, Wen Duoqing, looked weak, like a frail scholar. How could he have such powerful physical strength? What kind of Archean Demon was he, really?

“Bravo!”

Wen Duoqing gasped in admiration, his face also looking somewhat surprised.

He was feeling as shocked as Ding Hao.

He was a descendant of some Archean Divine Beast, his pedigree close to perfection. He had always been the pride of the Demon Clan since his birth. For tens of thousands of years, he was their most powerful genius, with the closest bloodline to their ancestor, and helped by many treasures he had found on adventures. No one in the Demon Clan on the Divine Central Continent could rival him in terms of physical strength.

He did not expect Ding Hao to be able to take his attack and stay undefeated.

“Haha, wonderful, just wonderful. I was right not to have underestimated you. You have passed the first test…” Wen Duoqing smiled confidently and did not attack again.

His figure flashed, and he left.

He had glided here and now glided away just as easily.

Like a gust of wind.

Ding Hao was still bracing for the next attack, but Wen Duoqing had already turned and left.

The fight came so suddenly and ended even more abruptly.

Ding Hao did not pursue him.

He could detect extremely familiar divine fluctuations on Wen Duoqing’s body. He had also felt them on Yu Miejue’s body. The rumor must be true. The Divine Artifact, the Sand of Time, must be with Wen Duoqing.

…

The earth-shattering strike shocked everyone.

The frenzied battlefield also instantly gave a lurch, with everyone turning their heads in the direction of the loud noise, thinking that it was the absolute powerhouse of the Saint Realm of the Human and Demon Clans who had begun to strike.

Yu Miejue was one of them.

She had been standing quietly since the start of the melee, regulating her breathing and inner Qi.

The giants Arnold, Shi Wa, and Xin Ge were around her, intercepting all the attacks. Unless the Demon Saints attacked, these three bald giants could easily counter the strikes of ordinary Demon Clan experts.

“It’s that gigolo. Haha, what do you think? He’s as powerful as I said he was, isn’t he? I lost to him in the Holy Battlefield…” Arnold guffawed and punched a four-apertured Demon Royal. He seemed to consider it an honor to have lost to Ding Hao.

“So what? Do you know that this gigolo intercepted the Four Demon Saints in the Final Divine Temple, all by himself…” Schwarz curled his lips in disdain.

The three little giants were simple-minded and not the scheming type.

They had unconsciously regarded Ding Hao as a brother after his earlier exploits. He was now quite an idol to them.

“The three of you, step back!”

Yu Miejue’s cool and composed voice rang out in their ears.

The three little giants were stunned and stepped back obediently.

Only then did they realize that that peerless genius of the Demon Clan, Wen Duoqing, had already approached them slowly. There was a mysterious smile on his handsome face, no less handsome than Ding Hao’s. His slightly upward curling lips seemed to be issuing a strong challenge.

After challenging Ding Hao, Wen Duoqing had picked a second opponent—Yu Miejue.

The two of them stared at each other for a brief moment. Then they struck at the same time, without any more expressions or unnecessary actions.

Wen Duoqing’s palm was as light as willow catkin.

But Yu Miejue’s palm was as fast as lightning. Complicated indigo trail patterns flashed on her slender fingers, the back of her hand, and her palm. A kind of invisible power instantly shrouded her lovely palm.

Boom!

There was another earth-shattering boom.

The shock wave caused by their fair colliding palm prints was not weaker than that in the fight with Ding Hao.

“Hahaha, great…”

With a satisfied guffaw, a figure streaked out of the hurricane-like turbulence and left without looking back. It was Wen Duoqing, who had just struck and tested his opponent. He no longer harassed her.

The turbulence soon dissipated.

Yu Miejue stood where she was, calm and composed. Her breathing was steady, and she did not look at all pale. There were no wounds on her body.

Their power was obviously on a par in that split-second exchange.

All of a sudden, those who had previously underestimated Yu Miejue were shocked. They started to think highly of this beautiful girl, who looked only 15 or 16. When the Demon Clan experts saw that she could match their best exponent, they immediately stopped attacking her.

…

“What is this guy doing?”

Ding Hao frowned.

He could not figure out what Wen Duoqing was trying to do.

This Demon Clan genius was always so weird, like when he appeared among the humans and asked Ding Hao if he was a man. He was so unpredictable. Unless he were mad, he must be hatching some grand and sinister plan.

And Wen Duoqing was obviously not mad.

After leaving the Northern Region, Ding Hao had seen many of the so-called geniuses from the two clans. Some were quite amazing. Their strength was extraordinary, but much inferior when compared to that of Wen Duoqing, who was so astoundingly gifted. They were simply not at the same level.

Even Ding Hao was a little afraid of this Demon Clan genius.

He tried to extricate himself from the Demon Clan experts around him, quietly edging toward Yu Miejue.

It was because the forces of Yue Tianxing, Luo Guantian, and a few others had already secretly surrounded her.