Mighty Martial Emperor

Was this really something nine million units of qi and blood could accomplish?!

And more importantly—

Nie Changkong stared fixedly at the long spear in Su Yu’s hand, upon which a gray-black dragon was still coiling.

What was going on with that spear intent?!

Back at the school, what this kid had displayed was clearly the “Manifestation” realm of spear intent—the ability to turn the intangible into something tangible!

But that thrust just now…

That gray-black dragon radiating absolute deathly silence, as though it possessed a soul of its own…

If he hadn’t seen wrong—

That was unmistakably the legendary “Soul Forging” realm!!!

Bestowing a true soul upon one’s spear intent!

Even Martial Emperors might not reach such an unparalleled realm despite exhausting their entire lives in pursuit of it!

And yet here was an eighteen-year-old freshman who had forged a soul without making a sound?!

What exactly had happened?!

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Nie Changkong’s mouth hung wide open. His throat produced meaningless “gurgling” noises, yet he couldn’t utter a single intelligible word.

And he wasn’t the only one.

The four Martial Kings beside him had originally closed their eyes and resigned themselves to death. One of them had even severed his own arm in a desperate bid to survive.

But now, all four of them were completely dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the figure in the sky, clad in silver armor and descending like a heavenly god.

Then they looked at the dark-golden energy shield above their heads, which perfectly isolated them from the aura of the Abyss.

The four iron-willed men now had red-rimmed eyes.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a Grandmaster?!

Wasn’t he supposed to be a junior whom they had brought along to get some real combat experience and broaden his horizons?!

How could he be this monstrous?!

He had shattered a Demon Saint’s killing blow with a single thrust!

This combat prowess was terrifying—far more frightening than even the vice principal’s!

But after the shock came an overwhelming ecstasy at having escaped death.

The four Martial Kings let out long breaths of relief, their taut nerves finally relaxing.

They turned their heads in unison and looked at Nie Changkong.

Their eyes were filled with intense gratitude and admiration!

“Vice Principal!”

The Scarred Martial King’s eyes brimmed with tears, and his voice trembled.

“I understand now!”

“So this is your real trump card!”

“You deliberately said he was only a Grandmaster in order to throw the Abyssal Cult off the scent, didn’t you?!”

“I never imagined that you had secretly cultivated such a terrifying, peerless powerhouse!”

“If you hadn’t seen so far ahead and kept this card hidden, all of us brothers would have died here today!”

“The vice principal is awesome!!!”

The four Martial Kings dropped to one knee in unison, gazing at Nie Changkong with boundless worship.

Nie Changkong: “…”

He stood there in place.

Looking at the four Martial Kings under his command bowing before him in worship, his old face shifted from green to white, while the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

My trump card?

I saw far ahead?

I secretly cultivated him?!

I didn’t cultivate shit!!!

Nie Changkong let out a particularly anguished roar in his heart.

I had no idea!

I genuinely didn’t know anything!

If I’d known he was this monstrous, why would I have burned my source essence just now? I could’ve simply hidden behind him and shouted, “Let’s go! You’ve got this!”

But when he saw the worshipful looks in his subordinates’ eyes, Nie Changkong took a deep breath.

He forcibly swallowed the words “I have no idea either.”

Straightening his face, he clasped his hands behind his back and put on an air of unfathomable wisdom, as though everything were under his control.

Then he gave a calm nod.

“Mm.”

“Standard procedure. No need to make a fuss.”

“Rise.”

The four Martial Kings admired him even more.

As expected of the vice principal! He remained unfazed even as Mount Tai collapsed before him. Such composure was truly an example for them all!

…

At that moment.

High above in the sky.

The amusement and cruelty in the eyes of the thousand-zhang-tall phantom of the Demon Saint had completely vanished.

In their place was intense surprise and fury!

Its enormous eyes, resembling blood moons, locked firmly onto Su Yu.

The human race… had actually been hiding such a powerhouse?!

Although his total qi and blood didn’t appear particularly high, the quality of that strange dark-golden qi and blood was absurdly powerful!

It was as if it had been compressed hundreds or even thousands of times by some terrifying force!

It completely ignored the Abyss’s corruption!

And that terrifying spear intent had actually shattered its “Myriad Tribulations Demon Abyss” head-on!

When had Great Xia produced such a monster?!

It had to hold him back!

Otherwise, its mission would be considered a failure.

“Die!”

The Demon Saint let out a roar that shook the heavens.

It no longer held back. Its colossal body moved in an instant!

Rumble!

The surrounding black miasma of the Abyss was forcefully drawn toward it, transforming into hundreds of enormous black tentacles as thick as mountains.

Carrying terrifying power capable of tearing space apart, they surged toward Su Yu from all directions, madly twisting and strangling him!

Every tentacle contained enough Abyssal poison and power to kill a Martial King instantly!

Faced with this overwhelming barrage of attacks, Su Yu did not retreat even half a step.

A fierce battle intent flashed through his deep eyes.

“Good! Come at me!”

Su Yu tightened both hands around his spear.

The nine million units of dark-golden divine blood within his body churned like boiling magma, surging wildly through the meridians of his Grand Void Overlord Body!

Facing the black tentacles crashing down from every direction, Su Yu met them head-on!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The gray-black soul-forged spear intent carved countless heart-pounding trails of death through the air.

The spear moved like a dragon!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening collisions erupted through the sky in rapid succession!

Su Yu’s figure darted back and forth amid the hundreds of enormous black tentacles.

He was simply too fast!

His perfected Thundershadow Starlight Step allowed him to completely disregard the resistance and inertia of space.

Every flicker of his figure was accompanied by the thunderous severing of a black tentacle!

The black miasma of the Abyss, powerful enough to corrode anything, melted instantly upon touching the dark-golden energy surrounding Su Yu’s body, like snow beneath the blazing sun.

It couldn’t break through his defenses at all!

The Demon Saint grew increasingly alarmed as the battle continued!

It discovered that the dignified Abyssal Demon Saint was actually being thoroughly suppressed and beaten by this human who was as small as an ant!

No matter how frenzied its attacks became, no matter how bizarre the Abyssal techniques it unleashed—

its opponent neither dodged nor evaded.

He simply thrust his spear straight through!

The absolute deathly silence contained within that spear intent caused even the Demon Saint’s soul to ache.

“Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!”

The Demon Saint roared furiously.

It could only continuously draw upon the aura of the Abyss to repair its severed tentacles, trying to wear Su Yu down through attrition.

Meanwhile, Su Yu—

while repeatedly repelling the Demon Saint’s attacks—

was calmly observing the situation around him with his Martial King-level spiritual power.

Although he could suppress the Demon Saint in battle, the Demon Saint was simply too enormous, and its recovery was astonishing.

Killing it outright would take considerable time.

Below them, Nie Changkong and the four Martial Kings were still inside his dark-golden energy shield.

He had to maintain the shield to protect them while simultaneously engaging in a high-intensity battle with the Demon Saint.

His strength was being divided.

If the Abyssal Formation caused any more trouble, these heavily wounded invalids would definitely become a burden.

“I have to get them out of here first.”

Su Yu’s eyes narrowed.

After once again sweeping his spear through the air and blasting more than a dozen black tentacles apart, he used the recoil to shoot upward!

The dark-golden divine blood within his body surged violently in an instant!

“Break!”

Su Yu gripped his spear with both hands, driving his peak Soul-Casting spear intent to its absolute limit.

With a single thrust, he slammed it viciously into the iron-hard Abyssal domain sealed above them!

Crack—!!!

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

The Abyssal blockade, which had seemed utterly impregnable, was forcibly pierced by Su Yu’s all-out thrust, leaving behind a massive hole dozens of meters in diameter!

Sunlight from the outside world poured down through the opening.

The blockade was broken!

Su Yu steadied himself without looking back.

As he swung his spear to block the Demon Saint’s next attack, he used his mental power to send his voice into the protective qi barrier below.

“Withdraw!”

Su Yu’s voice was calm, carrying a cold authority that brooked no argument.

“Get out through that hole.”

Below, inside the protective qi barrier, Nie Changkong froze.

He raised his head and stared at the figure in the sky, standing alone like a god of war and severing the ages with his might.

Then he looked at the enormous hole pierced through the sky above.

“Me? Withdraw?”

Nie Changkong pointed at his own nose, his face blank with disbelief.

He was the vice principal of Capital Martial University!

A dignified Martial Emperor!

The supreme commander of this expedition!

The battle had only just begun, yet one of his own “juniors” was actually ordering him to retreat first?

If word of this got out, where would he put his old face?!