Chapter 783 - 563: Emperor Level Battle

"The Martial Emperor of the Human Race is here. How can he allow Wei Fan to be killed!"

"Damn demon fiends, using will power to confuse us!"

"Let’s go quickly. If an Emperor-level battle breaks out, all living beings within a radius of thousands of miles will perish!"

...

Everyone felt the pressure suddenly lift, and while cursing, they continued to flee into the distance.

In the void, the beam of light emitted from the eyes of the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor was blocked by an invisible force, and ultimately dissipated with a soft sound, failing to land on Wei Fan.

"Ling Xiaoyu!"

A terrifying evil qi surged from the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor, and behind him appeared a dreadful vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stars falling into ruin. The Heaven and Earth Dao roared, laws became chaotic, and various strange scenes alternated in an instant.

"Boom!"

Boundless golden light spread out, lotus flowers blossomed in the void, heavenly flowers descended in confusion. The void trembled, and a magnificent, towering figure stepped out of the Great Dao, treading the golden lotus.

Town Hall’s Hall Master, Ling Xiaoyu!

In the world, the sounds of the Dao were intermittent, auspicious colors filled the air. Compared to the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor, his appearance was more like a divine mansion descending to earth, even more sacred and majestic.

"Greetings, Hall Master!"

Mu Chen and Ouyang Bolun both breathed a sigh of relief and quickly cupped their hands. In just an instant, the backs of these two Saint Kings were already drenched in cold sweat, their primordial spirits almost scattered by the aura of the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor.

"Impudent!" The Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor suddenly shouted, reaching out with a large hand in the air.

Yet at this moment, Wei Fan did not stop his movements and continued to charge at the Saint King level Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, intending to take it down.

"Ape Emperor, save me!"

The Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon Saint King was both shocked and furious, not expecting that even with the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor’s descent, Wei Fan would dare to be so reckless in front of him.

"Truly lawless, no wonder he is so formidable!"

Even with this Martial Emperor Ling Xiaoyu present, they would never dare to be so reckless, continuing to act fiercely in front of a Demon Emperor.

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen marveled, understanding why they were merely Saint Kings, while Wei Fan was the King of Saints, feared by all demons, who Wei Fan never took seriously.

Even if the Demon Emperor descended, his resolve to eliminate the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon remained unchanged.

"Boom!"

A brilliant fist blasted out, striking the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor’s large hand.

"An Emperor-level clash is erupting!"

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen’s hearts trembled; the power of an Emperor-level clash was world-destroying, reducing a radius of thousands of miles to ruins was actually a minor issue. If such powerful figures waged war with full strength, it could turn an entire continent into rubble.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided, space collapsed, the Great Dao shattered. Yet everyone clearly underestimated the means of Emperor-level experts. In the confrontation between Ling Xiaoyu and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor, the power waves did not spiral out of control but were confined to a very small area.

"It’s a matter for the juniors. We old folks should not interfere. If the Ape Emperor wants to spar, this Emperor will accompany you!"

Ling Xiaoyu, with starry eyes and sword-like brows, his long hair flowing, appeared ethereal and detached from worldly smoke and fire.

He was of magnificent stature, easily neutralizing the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor’s attack, preventing harm to Wei Fan.

"Roar..."

A wretched scream sounded, as Wei Fan, with an overbearingly unstoppable posture, punched and shattered half of the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon’s body.

The Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor’s expression was grim; with Ling Xiaoyu present, he would have to go through Ling Xiaoyu to save the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon.

However, he still continued to act, having no intention of watching the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon be killed by Wei Fan.

"Boom..."

Tremendous divine power surged within Heaven and Earth. The Emperor-level powerhouse’s might crushed the universe, and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor moved. This time, he did not merely attack from where he stood but charged towards Wei Fan with his true form.

A terrifying spatial rift appeared, the void world was shattered, countless stars emerged in the sky.

"Die!"

He might not be able to save the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, but Wei Fan must die. His purpose for descending was to kill Wei Fan.

Despite his always calm demeanor, his murderous intent towards Wei Fan was burning fervently long ago.

"Do you think this Emperor does not exist?"

Ling Xiaoyu roared, and his magnificent, towering figure also moved. He unleashed a divine light that filled the world, cutting off the space where the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor was, separating it from Wei Fan.

"If you want to fight, I’ll go with you to battle outside the heavens!"

The next moment, space shifted. Ling Xiaoyu and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor fell into a temporal and spatial passage, and the overwhelming Emperor-level fluctuations vanished instantly. Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen both breathed a sigh of relief.

An Emperor-level clash did not erupt here. Otherwise, under the full-scale battle of Ling Xiaoyu and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape, they would have died from the aftermath. Fortunately, Ling Xiaoyu performed an astonishing feat, taking the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape to the celestial battlefield.

"No..."

Turning their heads back, they saw a swathe of mountains and rivers spilling into the body of the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, its Saint King level aura rapidly dissipating.

"Dead!"

Their hearts trembled. They had merely been watching the battle between Hall Master Ling Xiaoyu and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor, and already the Saint King Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon had been slain by Wei Fan.

The two people were utterly shocked. More than twenty Demon Saints, all said to be killed off, were truly killed by one person without a single one escaping.

Even with the descent of the Demon Emperor, this outcome did not change.

[Slaying the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, gained 500,000 years of ordinary power and 12,000 years of Martial Saint’s power]

[Ordinary Power: 11,890,000 years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 171,000 years]

"Seventeen hundred thousand years of Martial Saint’s power should be enough to perfect the cultivation of the Nine-Nine True Skill Holy Realm..."

Wei Fan glanced at the panel, nodded with satisfaction, and put away the corpse of the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon.

With such a huge gain, it doesn’t matter if his strength is exposed. When he reappears, he should already be a Martial Emperor.

"Demon Emperor!"

He looked up towards the endless starry sky, where it seemed as if there were two additional suns among the stars, violently colliding—clearly, it was Ling Xiaoyu and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape fighting fiercely.

The so-called celestial battlefield is actually the endless starry sky.

He really wanted to face off against the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor, but he knew that even now, as the King of Saints, he was still an ant to the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor.

The Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor is not a newly ascended Demon Emperor; this old demon reached the Demon Emperor Realm nearly ten thousand years ago. No matter how arrogant he is, he doesn’t think he can contend with an old demon of ten thousand years in the Emperor Realm.

"Once I perfect the cultivation of the Nine-Nine True Skill Holy Realm, and complete the fifth transformation of the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, I might be able to have a few exchanges with those newly breakthrough Emperor-level experts..."

He is already the King of Saints, but in fact, there is still a long way to go in the Saint Realm for him.

The Nine-Nine True Skill and Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations are both cultivation techniques that can directly lead to godhood, with the Golden Bell Shield being even more mysterious and puzzling—in its origins, it is even more wondrous than the Nine-Nine True Skill and Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations.

There is also the Scripture of the Three Emperors, which in today’s martial arts system can be said to originate from this martial arts general outline level of the secret manual.

In terms of martial techniques, he also possesses the Five Emperors Fist jointly created by the Five Emperors.

With so many heaven-defying martial arts in one, plus the Human Emperor’s Position, it is not surprising for him to exchange blows with an Emperor-level expert at the Saint Realm limit.

Not being able to exchange blows with Emperor-level experts is actually abnormal.

Even after slaying two or three Saint King powerhouses, he actually still preserved a lot of power; the Martial Arts Celestial Eye was not used, and the power of the Wind and Thunder Wings was always hidden.

"Indeed powerful!"

Even amidst the celestial battlefield, Ling Xiaoyu and the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor’s power radiated to the earth, filling the sky with a white glow, with various divine lights interwoven.

The spectators had long lost sight of the real battle, only able to feel the laws colliding, the Great Dao crashing against each other, and the two great emperors wielding the ten thousand Dao of Heaven and Earth, fighting with terrifying power.

Even Wei Fan couldn’t see clearly, not because his vision was inadequate, but because the two great Emperor Dao experts had long turned the space outside the heavens into chaos, fighting within it, all veiled by chaos, with only terrifying oppression descending constantly from above.

However, the distance was so far that it could no longer harm ordinary living beings.

Occasionally, terrifying power would burst out of the chaos, shattering the outer stars and sending fragments hundreds of miles wide.

"Hand over Wei Fan, and the Demon Race will cease fighting, otherwise today we will sink the entire Eastern Domain!"

"Boom..."

Another terrifying aura spread across the land, monstrous Demon Qi spread over thousands of miles, shrouding the heavens and earth.

Amidst the thick, inky Demon Qi, gigantic bodies twisted and coiled like mountain ranges, with golden dragon scales the size of mountain peaks occasionally appearing.

The world seemed like the end of days, with darkness threatening to swallow the light, oppressive auras spreading from the Demon Realm, shattering voids along the way.

"Demon Emperor!"

Wei Fan was somewhat moved; it was the first time he had seen the real body of such a high tier demon, its enormity beyond imagination.

"It’s not good, it’s the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor!"

"It’s said he has lived for over 15,000 years, having reached the Emperor Realm five or six thousand years before the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor!"

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen looked grim, as the determination of the Demon Race to kill Wei Fan was greater than expected; having one Demon Emperor arrive, another actually came too.

"If a fight is what you want, so be it. Sink the Eastern Domain, and though the Human Race would suffer greatly, the Demon Race will not fare well either."

Behind Shuiyun City, a burst of divine light soared into the sky, causing the entire heavens and earth to boil, all living things trembling, praying that the battle wouldn’t break out on the ground. Otherwise, although sinking the Eastern Domain may be an exaggeration, turning Yaozhou into ruins is not mere alarmism; all under emperors would die.

"It’s the Dragon Battle Martial Emperor!"

Ouyang Bolun breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the Dragon Battle Martial Emperor had not reached the Emperor Realm as long as the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor, he had reigned as the strongest prodigy in the Eastern Domain for seven to eight thousand years before Xuanyuan Peak and should be able to protect Yaozhou.

"Then let it come, and let’s see who can outlast whom!"

Thunder rumbled across the sky, boundless demon clouds shrank, revealing a dragon body as large as mountains, with merely its head being several hundred meters thick.

It was clad in golden yellow, possessing four claws, with two purple dragon whiskers like two purple lightning bolts.

"No wonder it’s called the Dragon Emperor instead of the Jiao Emperor!"

Wei Fan’s pupils slightly contracted, as the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor was no longer a jiao; his dragon head was several hundred meters tall, with two dragon horns penetrating the clouds, wrapped in thick electric light.

Dragon!

The Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor had indeed cultivated into a true dragon, no longer just a jiao, becoming a real mythical creature.

"Dragon Battle whelp, you became an emperor seven or eight thousand years after me, and you dare to contend with this emperor?"

The Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor roared, shattering the heavens and earth, extending his massive dragon claw toward Wei Fan, intent on killing this earth-shaking human demon.