Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 93 Demon Emperor VS Two Title-Level Human Strongests!
The epic battle between the Demon Emperor and two titled Demon Hunter teams lasted for a full day and night.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the broken walls and ruins of Zhennanguan a scarlet red.

Demon God Emperor Fengxiu hovered in mid-air, the few stains on his purple-gold robe gradually disappearing as the demonic energy circulated. His purple vertical pupils swept over the haphazardly scattered figures below, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He raised his hand and brushed it across his sleeve, as if he were merely dusting off a speck of dust, and the thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow around him slowly faded away at that moment.

This fierce battle, which lasted for a day and a night, ultimately only exhausted a little of his energy.

Chen Zidian knelt on the ground, his broken right arm twisted at an odd angle, the holy sword stuck in the soil beside him, barely supporting his body with only one hand.

His golden armor was tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with deep claw marks that revealed the bone. Each wound was oozing black blood mixed with demonic energy, the power of the Demon Emperor eroding his life force.

"Cough...cough..."

Chen Zidian coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his vision already blurring, yet he still stared intently at Feng Xiu's figure, "You...you can't win..."

They never expected that the Demon God Emperor with a million spiritual power was so far behind them, even with the combined strength of the two titled beings.

That's all we can do.

Not far away, Ye Qiu slumped to the ground, leaning on the Demon-Slaying Spear. The crimson-gold spear was covered in cracks, and the phantom of the true dragon at the spear tip had long since faded.

The members of Aoshi Jiutian were lying haphazardly around.

Huang Shaotian's Ice Rain Sword broke in two, and Yu Wenzhou's staff shattered completely. Everyone was panting heavily, almost exhausted even to lift their hands.

"Can't win?"

Feng Xiu's voice carried a hint of mockery as he slowly descended to the ground, each step causing the earth to tremble slightly. "You've exerted all your strength, yet all you've managed to do is get a little dust on my clothes."

He walked up to Chen Zidian, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the holy sword flew out of the soil and landed in his hand.

As his fingertips traced the holy light patterns on the blade, the sacred power vanished instantly upon his touch: "The so-called fall of a demon god is nothing more than this."

"At least...we protected the future..."

Chen Zidian's voice was weak but firm, "He will definitely... he will do it for us..."

"Kill me for you?" Feng Xiu chuckled, holding the Holy Sword in her palm. The weapon that had accompanied Chen Zidian for half his life shattered into pieces like rotten wood.

"I will personally go and annihilate your so-called 'future'."

On the Zhennanguan gate tower, more than a dozen figures clenched their fists tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force.

Han Qian watched as Chen Zidian's holy sword turned to dust, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, but he couldn't utter a sound.

“…Send the signal.” Ling Xiao’s voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded. He pressed the communication talisman at his waist, but his fingertips were trembling.

Just at this critical moment, a powerful shout suddenly fell from the sky, shaking the clouds.

"Starfield!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dazzling trail of light split open in the depths of the starry sky, and a giant beast clad in star armor was walking through the air.

On the back of the giant beast stood an old man dressed in a moon-white robe.

He had a gaunt face, white hair and beard, and held a long, transparent sword in his hand, the blade of which reflected the entire starry sky.

Within that seemingly ordinary body lay a power that could make heaven and earth tremble. His spiritual energy was like a dormant volcano, not yet erupting, yet it had already made the air as still as iron. Feng Xiu's purple vertical pupils contracted for the first time, and his tone finally carried a hint of surprise, "It seems that you have indeed made progress over the years."

Yang Haoyu stood atop the giant star beast, his gaze sweeping over the ruins of the battlefield before settling on Chen Zidian and the others. "Your Majesty, let's stop here. Otherwise, our Holy Temple Alliance should also start a war with you!"

The transparent longsword in his hand trembled slightly, and a ray of starlight flowed down the blade, landing on Chen Zidian and Ye Qiu.

The demonic energy that had been eroding them dissipated as if it had met its nemesis, and a faint golden light appeared at their wounds. Their previously weak aura also became much more stable.

“You must be the strongest human being…” Feng Xiu stared at Yang Haoyu, and the thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow condensed again, the demonic energy on the dark golden dragon pattern almost solidified.

"Compared to Your Majesty, I am ashamed of my inferiority, but I am worthy of being called the strongest among mankind."

Yang Haoyu raised his hand, and the giant star beast let out a roar that shook the universe. At the same time, its star wings unfolded, and starlight surged toward Zhennan Pass like a tide, enveloping the entire city in a dazzling curtain of light.

The combined spiritual power of 500,000 and the spiritual power amplification from the star beast erupted completely at this moment!
Feng Xiu felt the slight pressure and snorted coldly. He unleashed his thousand-foot demonic shadow without reservation. The moment it collided with the Starlight Sword Rain, a crack that stretched for thousands of miles was torn open in the sky.

"boom--!!"

Starlight and demonic energy collided high in the sky, and the resulting energy caused the ruins of Zhennan Pass to jump three fingers high.

Chen Zidian and the others were thrown away by the shockwave, but were supported by a layer of soft starlight. They looked at the pillar of light that tore through the darkness in the sky, and hope was rekindled in their eyes.

"So powerful..." Ye Qiu murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and shock.

Huang Shaotian struggled to sit up, pointed at the moon-white figure in the air, and exclaimed excitedly, "It's Elder Yang! It's Elder Yang, the strongest in the Holy Temple Alliance!"

Fengxiu's demonic shadow swayed violently within the pillar of light, its dark golden dragon patterns shattering inch by inch.

For the first time, he felt a long-lost fighting spirit, and a hint of interest surged in his purple vertical pupils: "Five hundred thousand spiritual power... and a mount, huh? You truly deserve the title of the strongest human!"

"How is Your Majesty?" Yang Haoyu's voice came from the pillar of light, carrying a star-like solemnity.

Demon Emperor Feng Xiu turned to Chen Zidian and Ye Qiu, a cold smile curving his lips: "I'll spare your lives for now. But I want ten spots in Dream Paradise..."

The dark golden demonic shadow rose again, merging into the clouds as if it had never existed, leaving behind only the suffocating pressure that lingered for a long time.

Chen Zidian collapsed to the ground only after the Demon Emperor's aura had completely disappeared.

Yang Haoyu looked in the direction Feng Xiu had fled but did not give chase.

He raised his hand and waved, showering down starlight that nourished everyone in Zhennanguan...

“Old Yang…” Chen Zidian struggled forward, his voice choked with sobs.

Yang Haoyu landed in front of him and gently patted his shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."

Ye Qiu struggled to crawl to Huang Shaotian's side, using his last bit of strength to press on his bleeding wound: "Hold on...we still have to...see that kid Feng Yao...tear down the Demon God Palace..."

Huang Shaotian smiled weakly, gathering the last wisp of icy spiritual power at his fingertips to draw a crooked smiley face on the back of Ye Qiu's hand: "Don't worry... I am... Huang Shaotian..."

As the setting sun sank completely below the horizon, on the ruins of Zhennanguan, the surviving human soldiers helped each other to their feet and silently collected the remains of their fallen comrades.

The members of the priests' temple, exhausted, covered every wounded person with healing auras as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)