Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 115 Murder in the Rainstorm
Xue Chaowang was clad in the Suanni Holy Armor, which was tattered and torn. The Flying Phoenix Dragon Pattern Halberd in his hand was covered with cracks. The battle with the Evil Emperor was the most difficult battle Xue Chaowang had encountered since breaking through to the Great Saint realm.

Even the Flying Phoenix Dragon Pattern Halberd, a weapon of kings, could not withstand the might of the Great Sage.

Xia Han's combat power was far greater than Xue Wangchao had imagined. In just eight hundred years, he had reached the peak of the second realm of the Great Sage, broken through a hundred shackles, and condensed the fourth-grade Saintly Intent. Even half of the nine emperors and three empresses eight hundred years ago were no match for him.

Of course, Xia Han's actual cultivation years were far more than eight hundred years. The Tower of Babel, a time-space treasure, existed in the Evil Emperor City, and Xia Han must have cultivated there for a very long time.

The Flying Phoenix Dragon Pattern Halberd in his hand was already overburdened, so Xue Wangchao simply put it away. His eyes were bright as he mobilized the rules of fist fighting and holy energy within his body, injecting them into the most powerful hand armor plates of the Suanni Holy Armor. The armor plates transformed into gauntlets, and the divine power within them was activated.

The Suanni Holy Armor only has one pair of gauntlets that are ancient artifacts left by the gods. The armor itself was actually made by a master craftsman from the Ministry of Heavenly Crafts, and its strength is far inferior.

The Way of the Halberd and the Way of the Fist were the two sacred paths that Xue Wangchao primarily cultivated, which enabled him to achieve the title of God of War.

The fist technique he practiced was the number one fist technique of the Ministry of War of the Imperial Court, named "Military Secrets Heavenly King Fist", which was inherited from the Middle Ages and created by the ancient God of War.

Whether in terms of cultivation or achievements in holy will, Xue Chaowang has been surpassed by Xia Han, a junior, but there is no fear in his eyes. Just as Xia Han said, a war god should not be indecisive, but should die on the battlefield.

"Talented people emerge in every generation, and the people of today surpass those of the past. Xia Han, I acknowledge your title of Evil Emperor."

After Empress Chi Yao ascended the throne, there was no second emperor in the world. People of the evil path respectfully called Xia Han the Evil Emperor, but the imperial court never recognized the title of Evil Emperor.

Xue Wangchao's ability to give such an evaluation shows that he has already given Xia Han enough recognition.

Xia Han's flesh and blood were constantly regenerating, the Myriad Star Armor was broken and reassembled, and the Burial Star Halberd was also covered with cracks.

But his battle aura was intense, his presence overwhelming: "It seems you've truly grown old. On the battlefield, there is only life and death. The name of the Evil Emperor is earned through bloodshed."

"You do indeed possess the spirit of the Nine Emperors of yesteryear. Then let's continue the battle and see if the Star Burial Halberd in your hand can sever my head." Xue Wangchao said no more and unleashed the seventh level of the Military Heavenly King Fist, empowered by the fifth-grade fist Dao Saint Intent [Hundred Battles Unrivaled], triggering hundreds of millions of fist Dao rules.

Xia Han's black hair flew wildly, and behind him were eight layers of demonic shadows, representing the eight Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings he had cultivated, including the Heavenly Demon Prison Suppression Diagram, the first of the thirty-six stone carvings.

However, unlike Di Yi, who used the Heavenly Demon Suppressing Prison Diagram as the general outline to govern the other stone carvings, Xia Han focused on eight stone carvings, with the Heavenly Demon Ascending Dragon Diagram as the main one, while the other seven stone carvings each followed their own path and complemented each other.

After the Nine Phoenix Cauldron absorbed enough of the Great Sage's holy energy, nine phoenix spirits flew out of the cauldron.

Each phoenix was enveloped in overwhelming demonic energy, releasing a terrifying aura that seemed to overwhelm the entire world.

Fire Demon Xiaosheng, who was fighting the Nine-Headed Qilin, was burning his last remaining life essence and unleashing the battle power of a Saint King at its peak. His mood was very heavy.

Xia Han and the Nine-Headed Qilin arrived with nine Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings and the Supreme Sacred Artifact, the Nine Phoenix Cauldron, determined to annihilate the Dingxuan King's Mansion tonight.

"Nine-headed Qilin, Xia Han, aren't you afraid of the Empress's wrath and her annihilation of the Eastern Evil Land?"

The Nine-Headed Qilin knew that Fire Demon Xiaosheng's life force was very limited and he could not fight for long. So it used its physical holy techniques to fight him from a distance, consuming his little remaining life force.

Fire Demon Xiaosheng's current combat power is no threat to him, but if a Saint King at the peak self-destructs his Saint Source, the resulting destructive power is enough to threaten a Great Saint.

In the distance, Xue Chaowang's immortal body was smashed to pieces, leaving only a golden immortal skeleton. The Suanni Holy Armor turned into fragments burning with crimson flames, crashing into Dingxuan King's Mansion like meteorites.

A new generation replaces the old. Xia Han's strength has indeed far surpassed his. Even when he diverted his energy to seal the void and the secrets of heaven with the nine Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings, he was still able to defeat him.

Xue Wangchao's still relatively intact head drooped down, looking down at the Dingxuan Prince's Mansion below, which resembled a purgatory.

Nearly five hundred years have passed since he was crowned the founding Heavenly King. The Xue family has multiplied for dozens of generations, growing like a towering tree with lush branches and leaves. Even he himself doesn't know exactly how many members there are in the family.

But today's battle has devastated the entire Dingxuan Royal Palace, with 99% of the clansmen perishing in the aftermath of the battle.

"Ugh……"

In the final moments of his life, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it, unwilling to take the entire city of Dingxuan with him in death.

Xia Han's strength surpasses his, but if he were to self-destruct his Saint Source, all living beings within a 100,000-mile radius would be annihilated, and Xia Han would be severely injured even if he didn't die.

The Star Burial Halberd, carrying billions of rules, cleaved down like a demonic river, threatening to split the heavens and earth.

Faced with this attack, Xue Wangchao no longer dodged, but looked up to meet Xia Han's murderous eyes.

"You've won this battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, crimson holy flames ignited on his body, and his immortal holy bones gradually disappeared in the flames. The holy temple that originally stood on the top of Tibing Mountain was filled with boundless Buddhist light, which merged with the holy flames around him, transforming into a pillar of light that shot into the sky and crashed into the heavens.

Buddha's light, holy radiance, and demonic energy intertwined in the sky.

The barrier created by the Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings was broken, and the battle might and heavenly secrets of the Great Saints' clash were unleashed at this moment, causing strange phenomena to appear in the Central Region and the night sky of half of Dingxuan Prefecture to turn blood red.

As the Star-Burial Halberd fell, Xue Chaowang's immortal holy body shattered and exploded, turning into dust. Only a Holy Source, a pair of gauntlets, and the holy temple that had exhausted its holy energy and fallen to the earth remained.

Xia Han stretched out his palm and grasped Xue Wangchao's Holy Source in his hand. The killing intent and battle might on his body gradually dissipated, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

The seal on the Heavenly Demon Stone Carving has been broken, and Fire Demon Xiaosheng and the remaining members of the Xue family in the Dingxuan Royal Mansion have escaped.

Xia Han ignored him, put away the Holy Source of the Xue Dynasty, and headed out of the city.

……

As Di Yi revealed his identity, the Wushi Money Exchange fell silent.

Just as several holy thoughts were stirring in the shadows, a beam of holy light that rose from within the Dingxuan King's Mansion illuminated the entire state city.

The might of the Great Sage swept across the land, causing everyone to tremble.

boom!
As the loud noise rang out, the entire Wushi Money Exchange trembled.

Di Yi pulled Zhong Yao up and leaped out of the Martial Market Hall. In the sky outside the hall, they saw a dark blue moon, and in the center of the moon was Xu Sanjin.

Opposite Mingyue, there were three figures in martial robes, each with a different aura and a cultivation level of Saint Realm. They were experts from the Dingxuan Prefecture Martial Market Money House and were also three of the people who had previously focused their Saintly Thoughts on Di Yi.

The Nine-Headed Qilin did not have a high opinion of the Dingxuan Prefecture Black Market, but Xu Sanjin was able to become the head manager of the Dingxuan Prefecture Black Market. He was also one of the top ten experts in the black markets of the entire Central Region of Nine Provinces. He was by no means an ordinary person. Even if he was not as good as the Nine Nether Sword Saint, the gap would not be too big.

“Brother Di Yi, the Evil Emperor and the Grand Steward have accomplished their great task. I have come to lead you out of the city.”

Upon hearing this, the three sages from Wushi Money Shop changed their expressions drastically, immediately understanding the origin of the terrifying sage aura emanating from the Dingxuan Prince's Mansion.

The Evil Emperor Xia Han actually came to Dingxuan City in person, so the only one who could fight him was the King of Dingxuan.

"Bei Gonglan, lead the disciples of Wushi Money Exchange to capture all the evil people in the black market."

The elder with the strongest cultivation among the three saints gave the order. He was the owner of the Martial Market Money Exchange in Dingxuan Prefecture and was a true saint.

"Hahaha, old man Dingzhen, do you really think I have no one in the black market of Dingxuan Prefecture?"

As Xu Sanjin's laughter subsided, powerful auras rose from around the Martial Market Bank, including many beings at the semi-saint level.

"We will escort the young master of the First Emperor out of the city."

Di Yi glanced back at Bei Gonglan and the others who hadn't made any rash moves, chuckled, and boarded the Jade Jade Carriage with Zhong Yao. The dragon-scaled celestial horse trotted its four hooves, and the carriage slowly drove away from Wu City.

In the sky, the waning moon moved, facing three opponents alone.

As the battle intensified, more saints from the city soared into the sky and joined the fray.

From the martial arts market to the city gate, the black market strongmen in the city and the imperial army guarding the city were locked in a fierce battle.

A sword light shot into the sky, formed by the Crimson Sun Sword Technique. The ones fighting against the Nine Nether Sword Saint were Cloud Pan Heavenly King and Wu Quan, the governor of Dingxuan Prefecture.

After the Evil Emperor killed the Xue Dynasty, he left alone, while the Nine-Headed Qilin pursued the Fire Demon Xiao Sheng. The battle in the city was now dominated by the Sages.

With the strength of the black market in Dingxuan Prefecture, it was naturally impossible to contend with the various forces in the city. However, this time, half of the black market saints from the nine provinces of the Central Region secretly gathered in Dingxuan Prefecture.

Of the nine managers, five have arrived.

After traveling three thousand miles, the Dragon Scale Heavenly Horse and the Jade Jade Carriage were shattered by a single blow from a half-saint of the Dragon Soaring Army in the city.

Emperor Yi leaped out of the carriage with Zhong Yao in his arms and landed on the ground of the long street. The Four Symbols Holy Swords circled in front of him, and the Crimson Copper Brahma Seal hung above his head.

On the long street, an old man in black robes strode by and casually unleashed a strike that annihilated thousands of Longxiang Army soldiers, leaving only a hundred or so remnants and a court king who narrowly escaped death.

Di Yi sensed the fluctuations of the Heavenly Profound Demon Heart Diagram from the black-robed elder. Taking advantage of the opportunity to cultivate the Five Elements Divine Demon Body, he broke through to the ninth transformation of the Fish-Dragon, achieving the Glazed Treasure Body, and the Heavenly Profound Demon Heart Diagram also stepped into the tenth level.

But compared to the old man in black robes, fireflies are still more precious than the bright moon.

"To be able to cultivate the Heavenly Profound Demon Heart Diagram to this level, he must be the big manager of the black market in Tiantai Prefecture," Di Yi guessed.

The old man glanced at Di Yi with a hint of amusement, then locked onto a Heavenly King from the Ministry of War of the Imperial Court, took a step forward, and engaged him in battle.

The remaining Longxiang Army soldiers, led by the imperial domain king, regained their senses and, in their moment of relief, discovered the figures of Di Yi and Zhong Yao.

"Young Master, it is Jin Xiaowang of the Dragon Army, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the third level of Half-Saint." Zhong Yao leaned against Di Yi's chest and reminded him softly.

Di Yi put her down on the ground and looked at Jin Xiaowang.

The head manager of Tiantai Prefecture deliberately spared Jin Xiaowang's life, wanting to test him as the young master of the First-Class Hall in the Eastern Black Market.

Di Yi's performance at the Martial Market Money Exchange naturally attracted the attention of the Black Market Saints. In the eyes of the head manager of Tiantai Prefecture, a third-tier half-saint was just right to be Di Yi's opponent.

"Follow me."

Wielding four sacred swords with a swordsmanship that embodies the unity of heaven and man, Emperor Yi took the initiative to confront King Jin Xiao and the soldiers of the Dragon Army.

The thick clouds in the sky poured down a torrential downpour once more, and the holy sword danced in the rain.

Jin Xiaowang was a lower-level domain king of the Ministry of War. He had been through countless battles and had killed many strong people of the same realm. However, he felt special pressure from God Yi.

A martial artist at the Fish-Dragon Realm could actually make him feel threatened.

King Jin Xiao's weapon was a longsword of the Hundred Pattern Sacred Artifact level. Only in the hands of a third-order half-saint could the power of the Hundred Pattern Sacred Artifact be fully unleashed.

The blade gleamed like a golden rainbow, seemingly intent on cleaving Di Yi and Zhong Yao in two on the long street.

The several demigods from Wanxiang Tower wanted to offer assistance, but they were too far away and were also restrained by their respective opponents, so they were powerless to help.

The entire city of Dingxuan is now in complete chaos, and even the half-saint is caught in the middle, going with the flow.

Emperor Yi stepped forward, the Five Elements Divine Magic Image seemingly supporting the heavens and the earth. The Crimson Copper Brahma Seal, like a red sun, crashed down on the Golden Owl King. The inscriptions on the Four Symbols Holy Swords were activated, and the Great Perfection Sword II divided Yin and Yang, condensing the holy power of the four holy swords into a single sword light.

The first move of the White Emperor's Heavenly Pivot Sword Technique: The White Emperor Asks the Question.

The sword light overwhelmed the blade light, and the roars of the four sacred beasts echoed between heaven and earth. The divine sun and the demonic sun lowered their world-suppressing light, even the half-saints were forced to fall to the mortal realm.

As he drew his sword, Di Yi activated the True Word Divine Rune, and his Dark Martial Soul also flew out from his spiritual platform, creating a dark vortex.

He poured all his strength into that sword strike.

The blade's light was shattered, unable to withstand the Four Symbols Holy Sword and the Crimson Copper Brahma Seal.

King Jin Xiao looked horrified, channeling his full holy energy into the longsword in his hand, and gathering the power of the Dragon Army soldiers behind him.

"war!"

The moment Di Yi drew his sword, his figure transformed into a streak of light and shot out. Almost simultaneously, the mental realm in his sea of ​​consciousness was activated, unleashing the Soul-Seizing Seal.

The indiscriminate mental attack enveloped King Jin Xiao and the soldiers of the Longxiang Army, impacting their minds and will.

Apart from King Jin Xiao, the rest of the Dragon Army soldiers were only martial artists at the Fish-Dragon Realm and Heavenly Realm. Their martial spirits were instantly crushed, and they died on the spot.

Jin Xiaowang's holy soul was powerful and was not destroyed by the Soul-Seizing Seal, but it was still greatly affected. The power of his accumulated attack was weakened by more than half, and his reaction became much slower.

In that instant, the Four Symbols Holy Sword pierced through the half-saint's body, severing his limbs. The Crimson Copper Brahma Seal, carrying a vortex of darkness, arrived, shattering his head. His holy soul was corrupted by darkness and then completely devoured.

Emperor Yi's figure followed closely behind, unleashing the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, which landed on the mangled body of the Golden Owl King.

The torrential rain turned blood red, and the blood of a half-saint flowed down the long street.

The four holy swords and the red copper Brahma Seal flew back and hovered around Emperor Yi.

The rainwater on the black robe was evaporated by the holy energy, and white smoke rose up.

Zhong Yao found an oil-paper umbrella at the street corner, slowly opened it, and walked to Di Yi's side to shield him from the rain.

When she fought the four heroes alone in the Wushi Money Shop, she was only shocked and amazed. But now, after witnessing Emperor Yi slay the Golden Tyrant King with one sword, she had no words to describe this man.

Throughout the five regions and ten thousand lands, countless young heroes abound, but only the one beside me can be called a true dragon.

"Young master, it is still three thousand four hundred li to the city gate."

The Emperor looked at her calmly, then turned to look at the battlefields of the saints against the night sky.

Sword light, demonic light, holy light, and array light curtain intertwined, as if tearing open slits in the sky.

Tonight is a night for venting hatred, as is the Evil Emperor, and so are the Black Market Saints of the Central Nine Provinces.

Perhaps after tonight, the Central Region Black Market will face an unprecedented and frenzied crackdown by the imperial court.

But at least tonight, it's a night of revelry for the evil saints, a night for unrestrained slaughter.

"Then come with me and fight our way out!"

(End of this chapter)