Chapter 803: Great Peng Demon Emperor, Emperor Battle

Chapter 803: Chapter 577: Great Peng Demon Emperor, Emperor Battle

“You want to kill me—what, you think Wei Fan is made of mud for you to pinch? Every last one of you wants me dead—what are you going to use to kill me?”

Wei Fan bathed in the aftermath of the Heaven-Shaking Saint Emperor’s Dao Collapse, his wild hair flying, battle-blood boiling, killing intent searing hot.

He went berserk, his entire body crackling with lightning and thunder, wind and storm surging; a pair of gigantic wings sprouted from his back, Human Dao roared behind him, booming like thunder as it rapidly grew stronger.

Everyone was suppressed by his Momentum, utterly shocked. He was actually unaffected by the clash of Emperor’s Soldiers and once again beheaded a Demon Emperor.

“Human Emperor!”

“Mighty Human Emperor!”

All of the Human Race shouted in excitement, their voices overturning the vault of heaven, shattering the Ninth Heaven.

This was their Emperor, a nineteen-year-old Emperor-level Powerhouse, a peerless prodigy unprecedented and unrepeatable. Having just become an Emperor, he had already cut down three Demon Saints in succession, forging a battle record that would shake past and present alike.

“And he’s only cultivating the Emperor’s Saint Slaying Technique. If he were cultivating a Martial Emperor Technique, he’d be even stronger!”

Sword Floating Life felt some regret for his earlier muddle-headedness; if he had discovered earlier that Wei Fan was the Human Emperor, then today’s Human Emperor would be even stronger.

“Beast, you’ve killed yet another Emperor of my Demon Race.”

“Killing men and annihilating Dao—you’ll die a wretched death!”

All the Demon Fiends’ eyes bulged and cracked, their faces twisted with rage. Wei Fan not only killed people, he shattered their Dao as well, truly cutting the grass and pulling up the roots, leaving not even chickens and dogs alive.

“When Heaven wishes a man’s death, it first makes him mad. The more ruthless he is, the more resolute my Demon Race becomes in killing him.”

“Xuanyuan Peak has been hiding for how many years now? After the Five Emperors, it’s not that the Human Race never again produced someone possessing the Human Emperor’s Position; it’s just that these people either died, or, like Huangfu Qingyang, didn’t dare bear the title of Human Emperor. He will be no exception.”

The Nine-headed Lion Emperor’s gaze shot out a cold gleam. As a descendant of a Demon Emperor, he knew some of the secrets unknown to the world from these hundreds of thousands of years.

Something like the Human Emperor’s Position—if a peerless genius appears, as long as you’re willing to invest the effort, you can still raise one. The Demon Hunter Organization had also cultivated such people.

It was just that all these people were killed by the Demon Race before they could become Emperor Cheng.

The more dazzling Wei Fan was, the more miserable his final end would be, because there existed a Supreme who would never allow the Human Race to give birth to another Human Emperor.

“I am not Xuanyuan Peak, nor am I some Human Emperor deliberately groomed by the Demon Hunter Organization of the past!”

Wei Fan felt an impulse to completely expose everything and launch a true great final battle.

After becoming Emperor, he had obtained from the Heaven and Earth Dao many secrets he had never come into contact with before. He knew that if a great decisive battle broke out right now, he wouldn’t even have the qualifications to participate. At the very least, he had to become Emperor Cheng before he had the confidence to lift the veil on everything.

[Ordinary Power: 1,780,000,000 years]

[Martial Emperor’s Power: 27,000 years]

Wei Fan glanced at the panel. Even in the midst of brutal battle, he had not stopped adding Power, splitting off a portion of his Heart Spirit to control the panel.

But for him at this moment, it wasn’t that Ordinary Power couldn’t raise his Cultivation; it was simply too slow. Each increment was in the hundreds of millions or tens of millions of years of Power; without at least a few days, it was impossible. It was precisely because of this that no one had noticed anything strange about him.

“Add the Scripture of the Three Emperors with Martial Emperor’s Power!”

He spoke silently in his heart. Today he had to make the Demon Fiends bleed, to win a brief period of peace so that he’d have time to convert these 1.7 billion years of Power into Cultivation.

Today, aside from the Ten Thousand Dao Bell and the panel, all his other secrets had already been exposed. As long as the Demon Fiends didn’t want to one day be swept flat by him, they would definitely try to absolutely kill him before he became Emperor Cheng.

“Boom!”

As Martial Emperor’s Power replaced Ordinary Power, he felt his Sea of Consciousness tremble. The Scripture of the Three Emperors began to circulate at high speed, his own Dao emitting boundless divine radiance; its growth speed abruptly leapt by a whole stage, and the void around him was twisted out of shape.

The stars across the sky dimmed; countless Essence Qi was sucked dry.

“Damn it, what kind of Demon is this? His Cultivation has risen again. Is he fighting and slaughtering while cultivating at the same time?”

The remaining Demon Emperors were horror-struck, feeling Wei Fan’s aura rapidly intensifying.

“Boom, boom…”

In the distant starry sky, the Zhou Family’s Eight Trigrams Celestial Image and the Mu Family’s Cyan Lotus Emperor Sword had been colliding without pause, leveling an unknown number of stars.

“We only want to kill Wei Fan. As long as he dies, the Zhou Family guarantees the Demon Race will not invade the Human Race for a thousand years—will lay down arms for a thousand years.”

On a great star, a towering altar had been erected. A Zhou Family Martial Emperor, leading a group of clan elders, controlled the Emperor’s Soldier, constantly trying to blast Wei Fan to death, but every strike was blocked by the Cyan Lotus Emperor Sword under Huang Tianxing’s control. Neither side could do anything to the other.

“The Zhou Family has betrayed us, betrayed the Human Race. All personnel heed my command: upon seeing any member of the Zhou Family, kill without mercy.”

Huang Tianxing snorted coldly.

He was the Hall Master of the Dark Hall of the Eastern Domain’s Demon Hunter Organization, commanding the strongest batch of powerhouses under the Demon Hunter Organization. Anyone who was not absolutely loyal to the Human Race would never have the chance to become Hall Master of the Dark Hall. A man like this naturally could not be swayed by the Zhou Family’s threats.

“Boom!”

All of a sudden, an even more terrifying, overbearing, Supreme and unmatched fluctuation rose from the earth, its pressure weighing upon the entire universe.

In that instant, all things under heaven trembled, the Great Dao roared, the starry sky shuddered; even the most Supreme and exalted Human Dao let out a wail under this terrifying fluctuation, as if it was about to be shattered.

In the starry sky, the clashing Eight Trigrams Celestial Image and Cyan Lotus Emperor Sword were cowed by this terrifying fluctuation; their auras weakened, and the phantoms that had filled the heavens began to shrink back.

Wei Fan’s expression changed drastically. As the Lord of Human Dao, he felt an indescribable discomfort at this moment, his whole body ice-cold. His Martial Arts Spiritual Sense and Human Dao were both frantically sounding the alarm.

Even with the Ten Thousand Dao Bell covering the flesh beneath his skin, he still felt a great catastrophe looming over his head, as if he would be annihilated together with Human Dao.

“Demon Emperor!”

He forced out these two words with difficulty. The Demon Race indeed possessed such a Supreme existence—a Demon Emperor who had cultivated to the Supreme realm. Otherwise, Xuanyuan Peak would never have gone into hiding.