The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 814: Not Worthy of Knowing My Name

Chapter 814: Chapter 814: Not Worthy of Knowing My Name

Facing Xu Chongsheng’s ferocious advance, the Zhenwu Emperor gave a disdainful smile and fiercely smashed down with the Black Turtle Shield in his left hand.

Clang——

The deafening sound of metal clashing echoed through heaven and earth, as the violent wind dispersed from between the bone blade and the Black Turtle Shield. With a fierce look, the blood in Xu Chongsheng’s eyes seemed to scream that he wanted to devour the Zhenwu Emperor.

The Zhenwu Emperor stared back fearlessly, moving his lips to utter two words which nearly infuriated Xu Chongsheng.

"You dare call me trash!"

Xu Chongsheng trembled with anger, his arms forcefully flipping the Zhenwu Emperor over. His left hand flung the bone blade, like an arrow piercing through the air aiming to stab through the flesh of the Zhenwu Emperor. Unfortunately, the Zhenwu Emperor nimbly dodged, and the blade swept less than ten centimeters away from his face.

The two once again tangled in combat, their figures as swift as gusts of wind, darting back and forth, causing Qin Jun and others on the city walls to secretly sweat for the Zhenwu Emperor.

"Who would have thought Elder Zhenwu was this strong!"

"It’s said that Zhenwu has grown even stronger recently!"

"Incredible! That’s Xu Chongsheng, ranked fifth on the Dominance Leaderboard, the master of the Corpse Emperor Palace!"

"Not only is Elder Zhenwu formidable, but the newly joined Liu Chenxiang is also showing great strength!"

"Such a bunch of tough characters!"

Countless creatures hovered over the airspace of King Yan City. Not all beings in King Yan City were soldiers; the demons from the Demon Wastes could also join the King Yan Palace, becoming citizens of King Yan Palace, of course, in exchange for paying taxes.

Watching the prowess of the Zhenwu Emperor and other strong figures, the creatures within King Yan City felt their hearts beat faster and their blood race, all earnestly wishing to join the fight.

Yang Ren wielded the Divine Fire Fan, and regardless of how many corpse servants or corpse cultivators came, they were all burnt to ashes by the divine flame. The Corpse Emperor Palace did not have many Daluo Golden Immortals to begin with, which were then evenly matched by Liu Chenxiang, Wang Jian, and Meng Tian.

The battle became even more tenacious.

The overcast sky roared with thunder, as the heavy aura of war called forth the rolling Tianwei.

The Zhenwu Emperor brandished his sword and shield with extreme speed, catching Xu Chongsheng off guard.

"Hmph! With just this bit of strength, you also dare to challenge the divine might of King Yan Palace?"

The Zhenwu Emperor taunted, forgetting that he too was once but a Daluo Golden Immortal.

Xu Chongsheng was nearly exploding with rage, his eyes blood-red and pupil-less, as though possessed, retreating with palms extended as countless bone spears materialized from behind him, aiming at the Zhenwu Emperor.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

The Zhenwu Emperor rapidly maneuvered the Martial Snake Sword, deflecting all incoming bone spears, sending sparks flying. His eyes burst open, as if two bolts of lightning shot out, causing Xu Chongsheng’s mind to waver and his body to stiffen, the bone spears ceasing multiplication.

Seizing the opportunity, the Zhenwu Emperor once again executed the Zhenwu Demon-Dispersing Divine Power.

The Martial Snake Sword cleaved horizontally, its strong light making the world lose color, and with a splurch, sent a chill down countless spines.

After the intense light faded, Xu Chongsheng flew backwards, his right arm flinging blood into the sky, his chest covered with dense sword wounds, blood spurting uncontrollably.

Whoosh——

The entire battlefield fell into turmoil, with the corpse cultivators of the Corpse Emperor Palace even more horrified. Could it be that Xu Chongsheng was defeated?

If Xu Chongsheng was defeated, what were they even fighting for? The famous Netherworld Wolf Demon of King Yan City had yet to join the battle, a war machine unstoppable.

Thump!

Xu Chongsheng fell onto the blood-river battlefield, splashing blood. Gritting his teeth in pain, his face twisted.

He could feel as though his right shoulder was being eaten by tens of thousands of insects, his magical power dissipating, filling him with immense fear.

The Zhenwu Emperor, high above, looked down at him and spoke softly, "Within the same realm, I dare not claim to be invincible, but against you demons, I have the confidence of certain victory!"

Zhenwu dispels demons, surrounded by the Corpse Emperor’s karmic forces, he is already a demon.

Gazing at the Zhenwu Emperor, Xu Chongsheng’s eyes were filled with shock and rage, but he wanted to stand up and fight again, but he felt his body numb and uncontrollable.

"You have lost!"

The Zhenwu Emperor said contemptuously, then turned around to look at the battlefield and shouted angrily, "Your master has been defeated! Do you not surrender now, or do you wish to fall into the Netherworld!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the corpse cultivators immediately began to hesitate; nobody wanted to die.

"Senior Xia, please make your move!"

In the distance, Young Master You said softly to Xia Yanye with a smile. Xu Chongsheng’s defeat was within his expectations and yet it surprised him, because Xu Chongsheng was defeated by the Zhenwu Emperor.

Not by that mysterious demoness.

"Hmm."

Xia Yanye nodded slightly, took a step forward, and an overwhelming aura erupted like a volcanic blast, enveloping the entire heaven and earth, causing all the soldiers and corpse slaves on the battlefield to stop, unable to move.

The Zhenwu Emperor’s face underwent a drastic change, and Xu Chongsheng turned back in terror as well.

Xia Yanye’s aura chilled them to the bone.

It should be noted that they were all powerful beings in the late stages of the Daluo Immortal Realm, and yet they still felt this way, which showed just how strong Xia Yanye was.

"Here it comes."

Qin Jun murmured softly, while Tathāgata was indifferent. The Dragon Emperor, Li Si, and others, however, showed expressions of terror.

"Your Majesty, we must retreat quickly, the one coming is definitely stronger than Xu Chongsheng!" Li Si urgently advised, just feeling Xia Yanye’s aura gave him a sense of an impending catastrophe.

However, Qin Jun remained indifferent, his expression still very calm, which made Li Si and the others look at each other in dismay.

"Your Majesty?" Yang Chan called softly, thinking that Qin Jun was stunned by Xia Yanye’s aura.

"Don’t worry, I have a foolproof plan," Qin Jun said with a shake of the head and a smile.

Upon hearing this, Li Si and the others subconsciously looked towards Tathāgata, who wore a black robe and had been following Qin Jun’s side these days. Could he be a hidden strong figure?

They had never seen Tathāgata’s ordinary appearances, and since Tathāgata had been disabled, they could not associate him with it.

Step by step, Xia Yanye walked towards King Yan City. The slovenly figure, resembling a beggar, did not move quickly, and the thunderclouds behind him in the Cangqiong roared even louder.

In front of him lay a field of corpses, with blood converging into shallow rivers, and his bare feet splashed the blood onto his lower legs as he stepped through it.

The Zhenwu Emperor, Liu Chenxiang, Meng Tian, Wang Jian, and Yang Ren hurriedly stood in a line, blocking his path, with less than a kilometer separating them.

Thunderclap—rumble—

One after another, the thunderous roars descended behind Xia Yanye, with the lightning revealing his face in one moment and cloaking it in darkness the next, conveying an extremely terrifying oppressive feeling.

Perspiration appeared on Yang Ren’s forehead as Liu Chenxiang shouted angrily, "Who are you, dare you state your name!"

Just the presence of Xia Yanye was enough to make them treat him as a formidable enemy, meriting them to ask his name.

"You are not worthy to know my name," Xia Yanye said softly, his face becoming ferocious.

As soon as this was said, the expressions of the Zhenwu Emperor and the other four turned unsightly.

The hot-tempered Meng Tian wanted to act but was stopped by the Zhenwu Emperor, who said solemnly, "This person is not someone the Golden Immortals of Daluo can contend with; you must retreat!"

Liu Chenxiang and the others immediately fell silent.

Had anyone else said this, they would have exploded in rage, but the speaker was the Zhenwu Emperor, and they had to believe him.

The Zhenwu Emperor was never one to joke; his seriousness indicated that the individual was no ordinary figure.

They did not wish to face death either.