Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Seeing that Mo Xie had defeated the Ghost King, who was at the level of a Great Monarch, Zhu Meng and the others were unable to recover for a long time, their souls still seemingly immersed in the art of destruction they had just witnessed.

After a long while, Du Xiao was the first to come back to his senses, his gaze fixed on the enormous blood-red armored giant in the air, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had also encountered several failed experiments on demons. Those guys, who could be described as monsters, did have bizarre abilities, but they were not on the same level as Mo Xie in front of him.

What exactly is this blood-red armored giant? Why is its power so terrifying? Is this truly a demonic power?!

At this moment, everyone had recovered from the lingering terror when someone shouted, drawing everyone's attention.

"Wait a minute, where did that blood-red armored giant go?"

"What's going on? Could it be that Mo Xie's demonic abilities have ended?"

"It shouldn't be. In any case, let's hurry up and deal with these three little monarch undead. We can't afford to delay any longer!"

Susanoo's body slowly dissipated, and the demonic energy returned to Mo Xie's body. He put away his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, restoring it to its original crimson vertical pupil form, and gazed at the eight dead kings.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, but no one else outside could hear him. His voice transformed into a thread and entered the ears of the eight deceased kings.

"Hurry up and get on it, don't waste my patience any more... especially you, Queen of the Nine Netherworlds."

Upon hearing these words, all eight deceased emperors trembled slightly, for the oppressive power emanating from the emperor was truly profound.

Especially after Jiuyou, a hint of fear appeared on her exquisite face, and the image of the king's corporal punishment involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Thinking of this, her voluptuous body trembled slightly, appearing somewhat tense, and her long-empty body was clearly showing signs of arousal.

Fortunately, she was well-covered by her magnificent palace robes; otherwise, it would have been incredibly embarrassing if the king had discovered her…

After calming her turbulent emotions, Jiuyou glared at the others, her pretty face covered in frost, and said.

"Didn't you hear what the King said? Hurry up and go!"

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Underworld and the King of Ghosts immediately shook their heads, their hearts filled with a hundred rejections.

They've already been beaten by Wang, and they don't want to be beaten again. It's your turn next.

"Alas, since that is the case, then let me bear the king's wrath first."

Suddenly, a crimson skeleton, about three meters tall, spoke. It held a crimson bronze sword weathered by time, and its purplish eyes were filled with determination. It stood on the shoulder of the mountain corpse and stared at Mo Xie.

The next second, the Red Skull Demon Lord moved first. His skeletal legs bent, and his entire body shot out. His blood-red longsword slashed out a streak of blood light, piercing through the rain and striking Mo Xie.

Seeing the crimson slash coming, Mo Xie curled up a cold smile. Instead of dodging, he drew the Yama sword hanging at his waist and swung out a crimson light blade as well.

Two crimson light blades collided in mid-air, stirring up a dense aura of blood. The two crimson figures transformed into two beams of light, constantly intertwining in the air, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal colliding.

"Qiang!"

Moye clashed with the Red Skull Demon Lord in mid-air, while Yama confronted the Bronze Sword. Both of them possessed extremely powerful swordsmanship and saber techniques, neither giving an inch.

For Mo Xie, no one in the world could match his swordsmanship. It could be said that there were not many people in the world who knew swordsmanship, since most magicians who knew how to use cold weapons lived in ancient times.

But today, the swordsmanship displayed by the Red Skull Demon Lord reignited his dormant fighting spirit. His eyes seemed to burn with flames as he brandished the Yama sword.

Enma seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit; the crimson on its blade became even more dazzling, and its aura grew stronger. "It is my greatest honor to spar with Your Majesty!"

The Red Skull Demon Lord also felt very honored to have the opportunity to spar with the King, as if he had returned to a long time ago.

A fighting spirit arose in his heart, and his swordsmanship showed no mercy. He was completely absorbed in the battle... Oh, it was an undead, it had no heart at all.

The clanging of metal was powerful and resounding; the mere clash of swords emitted a powerful aftershock, and the light even transformed into streaks of blood-red lightning that danced wildly in the rain.

During the sword fight, Mo Xie actually felt that his swordsmanship had improved a bit, and he even made some changes to the "Evil Emperor Sword Technique".

Neither of them used any other means; they were simply competing in their understanding and power of swordsmanship, and for a time they were evenly matched.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the air beside them, breaking through the thick curtain of rain and opening a passage. Immediately afterward, a cold glint of light arrived first, flashing silver light as it pierced through.

Sensing the approaching danger, Mo Xie's eyes narrowed, and he conjured a bolt of lightning in his hand. The purplish-black lightning pillar blasted the unsuspecting Red Skull Demon Lord away.

Then, he flapped his blood-red wings and vanished from the spot, leaving only a blur.

The next second, a white spear pierced through, turning the afterimage into fragments, but unfortunately, no blood spurted out.

Moye appeared on the other side, her eyes filled with coldness, looking indifferently at the undead holding the white spear.

One of the Eight Dead Kings, the White Corpse King, stood in the void, dressed in ancient warrior robes, holding a white bone bronze spear, exuding an aura of dominance.

Its body is very robust and its posture is upright. Like the Red Skull Demon Lord, it has a height of three meters and is very imposing.

Those bright, piercing eyes, like those of a living person, were indistinguishable from a human except for the fact that the entire body was white. They were agile, powerful, and highly intelligent living dead.

"White Corpse King, why are you blocking my sparring with the King?"

Having withstood the lightning strike, the Red Skull Demon Lord returned, his feet treading through the void. His crimson skull remained expressionless, his pupils fixed on the White Corpse King who had suddenly attacked, and he asked in a cold tone.

Upon hearing this, the White Corpse King turned around, bowed respectfully to Mo Xie, and said...

"Your Majesty, I am very sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment. If you wish to order punishment, then I am willing to do so."

Then, glancing at the somewhat angry Red Skull Demon Lord, he spoke in a calm tone.

"Stop showing off your swordsmanship. Our urgent task is to invite the king to the palace, not to spar here..."

Before it could finish speaking, it felt the air in front of it freeze, and a figure appeared silently.

A shadow fell, but then a dazzling silver-white light shone, illuminating everything around it, including the astonished expression on the White Corpse King's face.

Before my eyes, a silvery-white figure occupied most of my vision, illuminating the thick curtain of rain. I could see dense raindrops falling continuously, and... that arrogant figure!

Mo Xie stood in front of him, one arm with perfectly sculpted muscles and ancient patterns etched on its skin was half-raised, a small, silver, transparent cube condensing in its palm, aimed directly at the head of the White Corpse King.

Upon seeing this, the White Corpse King's eyes flashed with shock, and then a voice echoed in his mind...

It's over! (End of Chapter)