Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 785 - 785 268 Battle of the Demon Emperor【Two in

Chapter 785: Chapter 268 Battle of the Demon Emperor【Two in One】_3 Chapter 785: Chapter 268 Battle of the Demon Emperor【Two in One】_3 The Cat Emperor has shown kindness to me!

When someone does a favor, I must, indeed, return it!

Just as he was about to reach the edge of the Cat Emperor’s White Rainbow Battle Group, a curving sword, akin to a snake, suddenly appeared in his hand, its cold light flashing.

The Purple Emperor merely sneered, his gaze sharp as a hawk as he watched Jiao Sansheng, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a cruel smile.

Just waiting for this overbearing Jiao King to intervene in the battle, he would strike with full force and strike him down in one fell swoop.

If you do not ascend the Cloud Peak, you are merely an ant, just a step away, yet the gulf is as vast as heaven!

You, a little demon, dare to stick your nose in a battle between such powerful beings?

They should be struck down to serve as a warning to others!

At this moment, two more figures jumped down from the top of the city wall—

They were Jiang Changhai and Dong Tiesong, both shouting together: “Elders, your majesty Cat Emperor, let’s talk things out peacefully!”

Although the cultivation of these two was not at all comparable to that of the Cat Emperor and the others, even less so than Jiao Sansheng, their simultaneous appearance represented the intervention of the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace and the Absolute Sword Devil Palace. Surely, the Purple Emperor and White Rainbow would not ignore such a gesture!

However, contrary to their expectations, White Rainbow seemingly ignored their plea for peace. He wielded his sword like the wind, conjuring a strand of Sword Qi from the battlefield. It had no form or shape, yet it was extraordinarily swift, cleanly piercing Jiang Changhai’s shoulder in an instant.

Blood spurted out.

The faces of Dong Tiesong and Jiang Changhai changed drastically.

On the other side, the Purple Emperor, with hands clasped behind his back, remained cold and aloof, acting as if he hadn’t heard a word from them.

And didn’t glance at them once.

It was clear.

If the Palace Masters or those old ancestors were here, perhaps they could talk to him.

But the two of you, don’t have such standing!

With your current strength, you aren’t worthy!

In this world, strength speaks louder than words, face and reputation mean nothing.

Dong Tiesong and Jiang Changhai both felt their faces heat up, a feeling of great embarrassment washed over them.

These two old men were utterly disrespectful, making them feel at a loss about whether to advance or retreat, and leaving them helpless.

Both of them were among the peak experts among humans, and right now it was their compatriots who were besieging the Demon Emperor. It was fine to advise peace, but if the two were to truly interfere in the battle, it would be tantamount to standing with the demons. It would no longer be about personal feelings, but about their stance.

If the White Rainbow Purple Emperor killed them, neither the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace nor the Absolute Sword Devil Palace would be in a position to seek revenge.

In other words, it was already incredibly difficult for these two to show up, speak out, and garner substantial favor from the Cat Emperor.

Imagine, the people on the other side were two of the Nine Supreme Pillars of mankind!

The Purple Emperor didn’t just disregard them, he disregarded everyone under the cloud cover, no exceptions!

Moreover, this battle was of the utmost importance, and under no circumstances would the Purple Emperor give it up.

For other matters, perhaps he would give the two palaces some face.

But for today’s matter, even if Dong Canglan himself had come, only strength could stop the battle. To think that a few words could put an end to it was an impossibility!

And at this moment… just when Jiao Sansheng’s power had reached its limit and he was about to forcibly break into the battle…

A leisurely voice suddenly rang out from beside the Purple Emperor: “Who do you think will win between the two of them?”

Without any hesitation, the Purple Emperor replied, “Of course, it’s the Whit…”

Before he could finish, he froze on the spot, his whole body breaking into a cold sweat. Without a second thought, he instinctively dashed a few dozen feet away before turning his head to see where the voice came from.

He saw an old man standing where he had been just moments ago.

The elder, clad in black, stood tall amidst the falling snow, a striking sight.

The elder had a head full of black hair and a tall physique. He stood still without moving, seemingly indifferent to the Purple Emperor’s movements.

You can hide if you want, or flee if you please. I don’t care.

It was a display of absolute confidence.

The eyes of the elder, seemingly devoid of any emotion, were faintly cast upon the face of the Purple Emperor.

In that moment, the Purple Emperor’s heart skipped a beat.

In one of the elder’s eyes, it was as if the sun was shining. In the other, there seemed to be a reflecting moon.

The coming of the sun and the waning of the moon, constantly flashing, the radiant light sparkled. It was as if all the stars in the sky were swirling in his eyes, rising and falling, in an endless procession.

It’s him!

The Purple Emperor’s eyes narrowed sharply. If it was said that just now he was covered in a cold sweat, now he was shivering in fear, his whole body feeling an eerie chill.

Although he had never met this person before the legend surrounding him had already been repeated several times in his mind!

This man is none other than the most terrifying demon in this world, at least in the cognition of human cultivators, without exception!

Peng Wanli!

The notorious demon of the demon race, the devil among devils, the greatest demon, Peng Wanli!

But why is he here?

At such a critical moment!

As the Purple Emperor sweated profusely, he also felt like he was turning into ice. His mouth hanging wide open, he could not utter a single word for a long time.

“I am talking to you.”

Peng Wanli stood with his hands behind him, watching the Purple Emperor, and frowned. “Your master is Ziwen, right?”

The Purple Emperor stammered, “…Venerable Ziwen, is indeed my master.”

Peng Wanli sighed and said, “Is he still alive? I wonder how many of my old friends are still in this world.”

“…My master’s whereabouts are unknown. He hasn’t been in the world for a long time,” replied the Purple Emperor.

What he was implying was, “My master is still alive, you be careful! I have powerful backers!”

While the Purple Emperor had made a name for himself long ago and had become one of the Nine Colors Supreme for years, looking down on the three realms and the common people, it had been a long time since he had to resort to words to deal with people!