Douluo: Emerald Poison King

Chapter 457 Evil Emperor: Don't Slap My Face!

Without a doubt, the Evil Emperor was tempted.

Similar to the Ice and Snow Emperors in the original work, the Evil Emperor also has to face his eighth Heavenly Tribulation, and he doesn't actually have any confidence in successfully passing the tribulation.

Although he is very special, the probability of him surviving the eighth heavenly tribulation is no more than one percent. Even if he tries to possess his own descendants again, the probability of his survival is no more than ten percent.

While such a thing is theoretically possible, and similar operations do exist in the Holy Demon Continent, whether the Douluo Continent would allow it is a big question mark.

In any case, the Evil Emperor had never seen a world like the Douluo Continent that targeted beasts, and he still didn't understand why only soul beasts needed to undergo tribulation in this world, while human soul masters didn't.

Although lifespan is magnified hundreds or thousands of times in the Douluo Continent, making his lifespan far longer than that of his counterparts on the Holy Demon Continent, if compared to them, the Evil Emperor could only say that he only possessed such strength at his age; on the Holy Demon Continent, he would be a laughingstock.

Believe it or not?
Or rather, even if one believes he might become a god, does one really have to be so passive?
If someone is deliberately scheming against you, and you have special abilities, is there even the slightest possibility that you could take over this human body?
Although the Evil Emperor felt that the possibility was even smaller than his own eighth Heavenly Tribulation, if successful, it would mean directly becoming a god!
Just as the Evil Emperor was deep in thought, Chen Ming raised his hand and unleashed a sword aura. The Evil Emperor hurriedly used his tentacles to block it, but a huge wound was left on his body. Blood dripped down the dozens of meters of crack onto the ground, and the stinging pain brought the Evil Emperor back to his senses.

"You're radiating malice; don't think I can't see what you're up to."

Feeling the other party's cold words, the Evil Emperor's mind gradually calmed down.

The opponent's spiritual realm was above his own, and it was said that he had attained a divine position. Even if there was some exaggeration, judging from his aura, he at least possessed something legendary like the divine trial. He himself wasn't exactly known for his good reputation, so it was impossible for the opponent to be completely unguarded.

Just
The Evil Emperor's enormous eyes narrowed, staring at Chen Ming for a long time before asking his final question.

"Why do you want me to become your spirit ring? What will you do if I refuse you today?"

"Becoming a god requires a lot of faith. Although my current godhood is already at the god level, there are different ranks among gods. If I want to achieve a higher godhood, I need even more faith. It can be from humans or from soul beasts."

"Given your prestige in the Demon Forest, subduing you is equivalent to subduing the Evil Eye Tyrant clan and the faith of the Demon Forest. The faith that a large number of high-age spirit-type soul beasts can provide is not insignificant, and it is worth my extra attention."

"And as the person involved, you should know best that if there were no restrictions between heaven and earth, your cultivation would have been enough to become a god several times over. This nearly 800,000 years of cultivation can greatly improve my progress and even my future limit, so I will naturally not let it go easily."

"As for what I'll do after you reject me, I think you should know very well. After you know my secret, you only have two choices, don't you? Either obediently sacrifice yourself, or be killed by me."

"By the way, the second martial soul I have is a genuine divine artifact."

Chen Ming glared menacingly at the Evil Emperor, the seven spirit rings on his body faintly glowing, and the two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings on the Dragon Ascension Sword were also flashing. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was summoned and roared beside Chen Ming.

Although its cultivation level was far inferior to that of the Evil Emperor, and its soul form was suppressed by the Evil Emperor, the Evil Emperor still dared not ignore the existence of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger under the blessing of divine power.

Even the Evil Emperor couldn't help but take notice of the Dark Demonic Lightning formed by the power of extreme evil and extreme lightning, not wanting to be struck by that power that clearly didn't look like anything good.

Chen Ming's attitude was clear: if the Evil Emperor dared to utter a single word of dissent today, he would take action to send the Evil Emperor away. Even if it meant risking the destruction of most of the Demon Forest into a barren wasteland, he would not hesitate.

(Evil Emperor: The Demon Forest is my home, right?)

The auras of several extreme attributes were revealed, the divine power of the God of Sin was released, and the authority of the Gods of Life, Death, Plague, and Poison expanded, casting a deadly sense of threat over the Evil Emperor's mind. After much deliberation, the Evil Emperor decided to compromise.

"If you can defeat me, I will sacrifice myself to make that Wisdom Soul Ring for you."

The Evil Emperor was, after all, a top-tier powerhouse on Douluo Star and the true ruler of the Sun Moon Continent. Even though he had accepted this choice in his heart, he still didn't want to surrender so easily and wanted to use his own strength to gain more initiative.

"Then you're really asking for a beating."

Chen Ming's eyes narrowed, his seventh soul ring lit up, and he transformed into a phantom giant, holding a dim golden-green scepter in one hand and the sharp Dragon Ascension Sword in the other. In an instant, an extremely ominous aura enveloped the entire Demon Forest.

The Evil Emperor, the primary target, instantly felt his life force spiraling out of control. His blood and life force seemed to be being drained from his body by the evil power. His soul felt as if it were being pierced by tens of thousands of needles at once.

(The Evil Emperor's eyes are 300 meters long, and his longest tentacle is 500 meters long, totaling 81 tentacles. So, tens of thousands of tentacles would feel to him like a normal person being pricked by a few needles.)
The tentacles that had been severed and fallen to the ground quickly rotted, breeding large amounts of mold and plague, and releasing a thick, rotten green smoke. The wounds on the body that had been cut by the sword energy also swelled rapidly, growing twisted and festering sores.

The plague, both vibrant and deathly, invaded the Evil Emperor's body, twisting every inch of his flesh and blood, seemingly trying to turn him into some indescribable blasphemy.

The power of the evil god corrupted his spirit and eroded his soul, whispering indescribable blasphemous words in his ear (even though the Evil Eye, being a creature without ears). Despite believing his spiritual power to be even greater than that of Emperor Tian, ​​the Evil Emperor was still unable to resist the mad whispers.

Before even making a move, the Evil Emperor inwardly groaned. He had personally experienced what divine power was, and what it truly meant to have a divine position. But at this moment, the Evil Emperor couldn't simply surrender, so he gritted his teeth and began to fight.

The battle lasted for several hours, and the enormous fluctuations caused almost all the soul beasts in the Demon Forest, including the ferocious beasts, to feel a deadly terror.

Despite both sides' efforts to contain the shockwaves of the battle, a large number of soul beasts were still affected by the aftershocks. Some had their souls torn apart, while others were twisted into indescribable clumps of writhing flesh, emitting grotesque and painful cries as they writhed. Some unfortunate creatures were even completely fused with plants, transforming into a form that looked utterly monstrous.

Most terrifyingly, the souls of many of them had been altered by a combination of two different divine powers. Some shattered fragments of their souls were forcibly glued together, and many fleshy bodies were covered with numerous twisted heads emitting painful screams.

The vegetation was completely twisted into blasphemous objects, and together with the twisted and painful flesh, it made the originally dark demon forest seem less like a real world and more like a scene that could only appear in an extreme nightmare.

The soul beasts that originally intended to come to the aid of the Evil Emperor fled faster than rabbits upon witnessing this scene, which was far too gruesome even for a soul beast like the Evil Eye that feeds on souls. A group of Evil Eyes with tentacles even forgot how to fly using their mental power due to fear, and could only crawl and writhe on the ground like tentacle monsters.

Compared to this scene, some of the evil-eyed beings who usually consider themselves evil feel as harmless as soft-boned rabbits mating on the roadside.

If it weren't for the fact that the Demon Forest is now larger than the Star Dou Great Forest, and that there are no traces of humans within hundreds of miles outside the forest, the Demon Forest would have long since erupted into a beast tide that would threaten human settlements.

In the end, the Evil Emperor surrendered, feeling the twisted power within him and his corrupted spirit. His body was covered in putrid, foul-smelling pustules, and even his tentacles were sprouting eyes, mouths, and tentacles. The Evil Emperor wished he could go back a few minutes and slap himself a few times.

I couldn't beat them in a fight, and my body was forcibly transformed into someone else's shape. In the end, I had to obediently sacrifice myself. I should have knelt down faster; then I wouldn't have had to endure such a brutal beating.

Although these injuries did not actually cause much damage to his essence, the Evil Emperor felt that if he relied on his own strength, it would probably take four or five thousand years to eliminate these twisted marks on his body. As for the marks on his mind, it would probably take an unknown amount of time to completely remove them.

Although his injuries were much less severe than when he was struck by Di Tian's Dragon God Claw in a fit of rage, the Evil Emperor felt that it would be better to just let Di Tian strike him again.

(End of this chapter)