Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 943 - 934: Holy Emperor’s Left Envoy

Chapter 943: Chapter 934: Holy Emperor’s Left Envoy

"Crack!"

Sword Light filled the void, slicing through space as if even the fabric of reality was being torn apart.

In an instant, the net of Laws was shattered, collapsing and dissipating.

"Whoosh!"

After the strike, Mo Wangchen’s feet stomped hard on the ground as his body rapidly retreated, intending to leave this place.

"Boom!" However, almost at the same moment he moved, a golden Void Giant Hand tore through the void above him.

The giant hand covered the sky, carrying an unmatched and terrifying aura, spreading its oppressive force, as if it could crush the void and slapped down fiercely towards Mo Wangchen.

"Scram!"

Mo Wangchen shouted angrily, and the Divine King Armor exuded Supreme Holy Light once more. Instantly, a colossal shadow of a Golden Tripod flew out, colliding with the giant hand.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering collision erupted, sweeping heat waves that changed the color of the world.

The entire Heaven and Earth darkened at this moment, and Mo Wangchen did not stop, quickly retreating.

He was well aware that Ziyue’s cultivation had reached an unimaginable level, far beyond his ability to resist.

"Why struggle? Joining the Smoke Martial Alliance would do you no harm."

Ziyue was surrounded by dazzling Immortal Light, like a Divine Girl descending from the Nine Heavens. As she spoke, she stepped forward, and with each step, her body vanished like a phantom, reappearing at a great distance.

Mo Wangchen ignored her words, as endless Holy Light radiated from him, constantly repelling the oncoming attacks.

"The Divine King Body, sacred and immune to everything, truly lives up to being the greatest Physique of the Human Clan since ancient times. The cultivation of the Yan Emperor Daughter is far above Mo Wangchen, but her attacks cannot harm him at all."

The people exclaimed in wonder. No matter how powerful Ziyue’s attacks, Mo Wangchen, armed with the Divine King Armor, seemed much more formidable. It was as if his Holy Power was inexhaustible, with Holy Light continuously radiating from him, destroying the approaching attacks.

"Relying on the Divine King Body alone, how can he withstand the attacks of Yan Ziyue? Within his body, there is a converged Divine Status. Without drawing Heaven and Earth’s Divine Power, he would have been subdued long ago," said a powerful Saint Master.

"If it continues like this, it will be difficult for Yan Ziyue to capture Mo Wangchen," someone remarked.

At this moment, facing Ziyue’s attacks, Mo Wangchen had to exert all his strength to fend off, with his inner Divine Status trembling incessantly. This was the first time he had to expend his Divine Power like this.

Now, his face inevitably turned pale.

Fortunately, as he fought, he retreated, and he had now reached the gates of the Xuan Emperor Palace. The Void’s Forbidden set by Ziyue earlier only reached this area. Once out of the Xuan Emperor Palace, Mo Wangchen could use Lin’s True Technique to quickly escape.

"Ziyue, I hope you see reason soon. Father’s last wish was for us to return to the Ji Family, not the one where Yan Ruyi belongs."

Aloft above the palace gates, Mo Wangchen turned back, glancing at the still-pursuing Ziyue. With a sigh, he left these words and prepared to leave.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, from the endless void above, a resounding and majestic voice came, accompanied by an overwhelming aura that was suffocating.

Only to see an old woman, leaning on the Dragon Head Law, slowly emerge from within the void.

"Mengpo, the Left Envoy by the side of Holy Mother Yan!"

Many powerful Saint Masters exclaimed, standing up from their places, recognizing the identity of the old woman.

"The Left Envoy of the Holy Emperor?"

Mo Wangchen’s heart skipped a beat, not expecting such a master to be hidden in the shadows.

On Mengpo, he sensed an unprecedented terrifying aura. She was not just a Heavenly Immortal Realm expert but had reached the Great Perfection Realm, the supreme Demigod under the Holy Emperor of the present age!

"Please, Emperor’s Daughter, follow this old woman back to the Martial Alliance to see the Holy Mother." Mengpo, leaning on the Dragon Head Law, stood there like an ordinary old woman of the mortal world.

But anyone could feel the fearsome aura she encapsulated, seemingly invincible. Without the Holy Emperor, who could rival her?

"Emperor’s Daughter?"

Mo Wangchen sneered, "Don’t flatter yourself. I am definitely not the Emperor’s Daughter of your Smoke Martial Alliance!"

"Across the ages, Holy Emperor experts dominate one side. Those who can be designated as Emperor’s Daughter possess unsurpassed ability, not to mention the Holy Mother Bloodline within you. How could you refuse?" Mengpo frowned.

As she spoke, she shook her head, "No matter. By the Holy Mother’s order, to bring back the Emperor’s Daughter, this old woman has no choice but to offend you. Come with me."

As her words fell, an invisible and powerful pressure burst forth from Mengpo, like one hundred thousand mountains, bringing endless pressure, pressing down fiercely on Mo Wangchen to bind him in place.

"Scram!"

Mo Wangchen roared in anger, his face turning even paler, yet no matter how he struggled, under this pressure, he couldn’t break free.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, an unseen force seemed to rise quietly. In an instant, the pressure enveloping Mo Wangchen shattered and dissipated.

"Hmm?"

High in the air, Mengpo frowned, her gaze shifting to a certain spot below.

"This Daoist Fellow, why meddle in the matters of my Smoke Martial Alliance?" she spoke, looking at a middle-aged man stepping out of the crowd. It was he who had just assisted Mo Wangchen.

Moreover, from the man, Mengpo sensed a strong aura, clearly indicating that this middle-aged man who appeared was just as extraordinary and was one of the Demigods of the present age!

"Little Friend Mo has shown kindness to my Fang Family. My life, Fang Yuan’s, was saved by him...."

The middle-aged man was none other than Fang Yuan, who could no longer remain silent.

"Senior."

Mo Wangchen, still panting heavily, looked at Fang Yuan, who had appeared before him in the blink of an eye.

"Even though the Fang Family cannot rival the Martial Alliance, I cannot stand idly by when you’re in trouble, can I?"

Fang Yuan smiled, withdrawing his gaze from Mo Wangchen, then turned to look at Mengpo high in the sky.

"So, it’s actually Daoist Fellow Fang Yuan from the Ancient Martial Fang Family. Though I don’t know what relationship you have with him, this is a matter of my Smoke Martial Alliance. Fang Yuan Daoist Fellow, even if not for yourself, should think for the Fang Family. Intervening is not in your best interest."

Mengpo squinted her eyes. She had heard of Fang Yuan’s name since he was also a Demigod. If they were to truly fight, she was not confident she could subdue him.

"Today, before me, I cannot let anything happen to him. Otherwise, how would Fang Yuan face the world with any dignity?" Fang Yuan shook his head, unwilling to back down as he was determined to protect Mo Wangchen.

"Senior, now that you hold the position of the Fang Family Saint Master, any action you take could bring calamity to the Fang Family...."

Mo Wangchen spoke, knowing that although he had saved Fang Yuan’s life, he could not be at ease if Fang Yuan acted due to him and brought disaster upon the Fang Family.