“It has been half a year since the last invasion by the alien races. By all rights, they should have made their move long ago.”
Inside the grand hall of the Demon Sect, Master Tianji stroked his beard, his expression grave. He felt a faint sense of unease, as though something terrible was about to happen.
“I think they’ve realized they can’t do anything against us and decided to retreat. They’ve given up on invading us.”
Sun Zhantian was optimistic, even somewhat disappointed that he would not get the chance to have a satisfying battle with the alien leader.
“Retreat after wreaking such havoc upon the Xuanhuang Realm? Even if they truly intend to withdraw, we can’t let them leave unscathed.”
Yue Tianxing gave a cold snort. His hatred for the alien races had clearly reached the bone.
An Shouchang leaned back in his chair, just about to speak, when his brow suddenly furrowed. With a sharp whoosh, he sprang to his feet.
“They’re here again!”
The other three rose at the same time, a trace of surprise in their eyes.
“As expected. They were plotting something all along!”
Their expressions grew unusually grim. In the next instant, the four of them appeared at the border of Demon Province.
There were only eleven people on the alien side, led by Moke. Nine of them belonged to the Shamo Tribe, while the remaining two were human. Huangfu Yunteng was one of those two.
All eleven of them radiated the aura of the Quasi-Emperor Realm!
“We meet again, gentlemen.”
A faint smile played across Moke’s face.
“You’re quite impressive. If I hadn’t mastered one of the Shamo Tribe’s ancient secret arts, I might truly have had no way to deal with you.”
Over the years, Moke had sacrificed every human cultivator who remained. Using the Shamo Tribe’s secret art, he had successfully produced five Quasi-Emperor Realm experts. The price was that none of those five would ever be able to advance any further in cultivation, and their lifespans were far shorter than those of ordinary Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivators.
An Shouchang and the other three immediately frowned at the sight.
“Eleven Quasi-Emperors? This is bad.”
The hundred-odd Sacred Realm cultivators who had arrived soon afterward felt their hearts sink when they saw the eleven Quasi-Emperors on the alien side. Their faces turned pale one after another.
“Can ten Sacred Realm cultivators hold off a single Quasi-Emperor?”
Doubt seized the assembled Sacred Realm cultivators.
Ten Sacred King Realm cultivators might be able to withstand a few attacks from a Quasi-Emperor. As for Sage Realm cultivators, however, they would be killed instantly if they stepped onto the battlefield.
Even if all the Sacred King Realm cultivators in Demon Province were added together, they could barely hold off three Quasi-Emperors for a short while. That left eight Quasi-Emperors who would each have to face two opponents. Otherwise, if even one Quasi-Emperor went unchecked, Demon Province would face complete destruction.
“Cultivators below the Sacred King Realm, maintain the formation. Those above the Sacred King Realm, prepare for battle!”
Without hesitation, they quickly assigned their battle positions.
“Alien scum, aren’t you afraid of the trump card of my Demon Sect? Even with eleven Quasi-Emperors, you’ll amount to nothing before our ultimate weapon.”
An Shouchang spoke up, using the Demon Sect’s trump card as a threat.
“Hahahahahaha!”
Huangfu Yunteng burst into uproarious laughter.
“Do you really think we don’t know that Mo Tianxiao has no trump card at all? Do you take us for fools?”
The faint roar of a true dragon echoed from Huangfu Yunteng’s body. At that moment, his arrogance reached its peak. Feeling the power surging within him, he knew that his chance for revenge had finally arrived.
The Demon Sect, Mo Tianxiao, all of them would be trampled beneath his feet!
Moke gave a light wave of his hand. “Enough nonsense. Let’s begin. It’s time to settle this once and for all.”
“Fight!”
There was nothing left to say. Only battle remained.
The ten Quasi-Emperor experts at Moke’s side launched their assault at the same time. An Shouchang and the other three each had to face at least two Quasi-Emperors, while the remaining two human Quasi-Emperors launched a brutal offensive against the mass of Saint-realm cultivators.
“Hahahahaha! Where is Mo Tianxiao?! Tell him to come out and face me!”
Huangfu Yunteng laughed wildly as he charged into the crowd, slaughtering without restraint. With a casual strike, he could take the lives of several Saint-realm cultivators. His savage bearing struck fear into the hearts of all those Saint-realm cultivators.
“Don’t tell me he’s hiding in the Demon Sect, too afraid to face me? A coward like that deserves to be the Demon Sect’s Sect Master?”
“You’re nothing but a lackey. What right do you have to lecture Senior Brother?!”
Just as Huangfu Yunteng was about to bulldoze his way forward, charge into the Demon Sect, drag Mo Tianxiao out, and humiliate him to death, the surrounding space rippled. Nangong Wan appeared before him, staring at him with undisguised disgust.
Ten Saint King-realm cultivators appeared alongside her, surrounding Huangfu Yunteng.
Huangfu Yunteng paid no attention to the Saint King-realm cultivators around him. Instead, his gaze fell upon Nangong Wan. His eyes immediately lit up, and a lewd expression spread across his face.
“If I’m not mistaken, you must be Mo Tianxiao’s junior sister. You’re quite the beauty. I’ve decided—I’ll make Mo Tianxiao watch with his own eyes as I deal with his pretty junior sister.”
“Little beauty, rather than following Mo Tianxiao, a dead man walking, why not stay by my side? I guarantee your life will be more comfortable than that of an immortal!”
With a lascivious grin, Huangfu Yunteng rushed toward Nangong Wan.
Disgust filled Nangong Wan’s eyes. Her entire body melted into the void and vanished. In the next instant, a pair of Golden Dragon Shears tore through the air, transforming into the souls of two flood dragons that lunged at Huangfu Yunteng with fangs bared.
At the same time, the ten Saint King-realm experts surrounding him attacked together.
More than a dozen blasts of energy, powerful enough to shatter space itself, hurtled toward Huangfu Yunteng. Their combined force was something no one beneath the Quasi-Emperor realm could possibly withstand.
But as fate would have it, Huangfu Yunteng was now a Quasi-Emperor—and a Child of Destiny possessing the True Dragon Physique!
“Roar—!”
A dragon’s roar that shook the void rang out. A phantom of a true dragon coiled around Huangfu Yunteng’s body, while layer after layer of dragon scales covered his flesh. He looked like a true dragon descended into the world. The countless attacks struck him, yet they could not even break the protective dragon scales covering his body.
The tremendous commotion drew the attention of Ao Dalong, who had been joining forces with others to attack another human Quasi-Emperor. His gaze fixed firmly on Huangfu Yunteng.
In the next moment, he abandoned his assault on the human Quasi-Emperor and turned toward Huangfu Yunteng instead.
“Could this guy be the legendary True Dragon Physique? Damn it—how can someone like him possess such a body?!”
Ao Dalong was deeply displeased. “No. I have to find a way to strip him of his tendons and skin, then refine him!”
If he could refine such a precious physique, perhaps his bloodline could rise to another level and allow him to become a genuine true dragon.
Moke stood with his arms folded, watching the entire battlefield with an indifferent gaze.
On the Quasi-Emperor battlefield, the four Quasi-Emperors of the Profound Yellow World were being besieged two against one. They had fallen completely into a disadvantageous position, and it was likely that before long, they would be defeated and perish.
Meanwhile, watching Huangfu Yunteng’s True Dragon Physique display its overwhelming might, Moke could not help but feel envious.
“A True Dragon Physique, indeed. What a pity Huangfu Yunteng is such a useless fool—he probably has no idea that this precious constitution can evolve into an even more terrifying Sacred Physique.
It seems I’ll have to be the one to unlock this treasure’s true power.”
Boom!!
Elsewhere, the fortunate human who had survived the backlash of the secret technique and successfully advanced to the Quasi-Emperor realm was being besieged by numerous Saint-realm cultivators.
Though he was not in any real danger, he did not appear nearly as at ease as Huangfu Yunteng.
“Excellent resolve. Decent talent.”
After offering this assessment of the artificially elevated human Quasi-Emperor, Moke turned his gaze toward the many Saint-realm cultivators from the Profound Yellow World who had joined the battle, searching for someone else with potential like Huangfu Yunteng.
“Hm?”
With just a fleeting glance, Moke’s pupils contracted slightly. His gaze settled on Ye Chen, whose entire body radiated an incomparably terrifying fighting spirit.
“This is... the Battle Saint Physique?!”
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