The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 816: The Resentful Spirit

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: The Resentful Spirit

"Blinded by obsession, delusional about becoming an immortal!"

Tathāgata coldly snorted, his words revealing Xia Yanye’s level of cultivation.

Daluo beginner immortal!

No wonder he was able to defeat Zhenwu Emperor in seconds!

Qin Jun’s eyes flickered, and others like Xu Chongsheng and Young Master You were clicking their tongues in astonishment.

Who would have thought that Xia Yanye’s realm was so high, but most importantly, how strong must Tathāgata be?

"Beginner immortal?"

"It’s said to be the highest level of the Daluo Realm!"

"Really? For real?"

"Bullshit, when have I ever heard of the Daluo beginner immortal realm?"

"Just who exactly is that black-robed monk?"

The beings of King Yan City and the Demon Clan from afar who were watching the battle were all discussing the matter; Xu Chongsheng, ranked fifth on the Dominance Leaderboard, had been defeated. Now, two individuals stronger than Xu Chongsheng had appeared. How could they not be excited?

The battle today is likely to shake the world once again.

Xia Yanye seemed to have fallen into a state of frenzy, his hands wrapped in blood qi as he lunged forward, moving swiftly. This time, he did not opt for head-on confrontation, but just as he was about to touch Tathāgata, he split into two afterimages, seemingly like three Xia Yanyes attacking Tathāgata at once.

Clad in the black-robed with a hood, Tathāgata’s facial expression was hidden, but it was evident that he was not the slightest bit flustered.

Xia Yanye’s true form reached behind Tathāgata, his claws reaching out and ripping the black robe, revealing golden light. Xia Yanye only felt pain in his hands and quickly withdrew them.

At this moment, Tathāgata, under his black robe, was shining with golden light, his exposed skin appearing as if it were coated in gold.

Tathāgata’s golden body!

"Body cultivator?"

Xia Yanye felt fear in his heart, while Tathāgata turned around, his right palm striking out from his waist. Even without using a magical treasure, Tathāgata could roam the world with just his pair of fleshy palms.

The forceful wind came at him head-on, and Xia Yanye, having suffered a disadvantage earlier, did not dare to receive it head-on and hurriedly dodged.

The entire battlefield, all soldiers and zombie cultivators stood still, looking anxiously towards the battle in the sky, including Young Master You and others.

The confrontation between the strongest on both sides was to decide the outcome of this war.

Boom——

Tathāgata’s palm sent Xia Yanye flying, his black-robed figure now utterly exuding a domineering and fierce aura, even against the sinister Yin energy of Xia Yanye, who seemed like a mere underling in his presence.

The Cangqiong still cleaved down continuously, striking precisely the tumbling Xia Yanye, making his eyes even more intimidating and ferocious.

His resentment surged to the heavens, stirring the thunderclouds.

Tathāgata was slightly surprised as he asked, "What is hidden within you?"

He could feel that Xia Yanye was constantly suppressing something inside his body, and as Xia Yanye grew more and more furious, that thing seemed to be on the verge of bursting out.

Without answering, Xia Yanye stimulated the magical power within his body, his right hand grasping at the air beside him, tearing through space, and pulling out a pitch-black greatsword from the spatial rift. The sword was three zhang long, with an exaggerated design, and the blade looked like ferocious fangs, surrounded by an evil aura that made one’s heart tremble.

Holding the hilt, Xia Yanye appeared minuscule compared to the sword, resembling a four or five-year-old child holding a Square Sky Halberd.

"That is... the Grudge Spirit Sword..."

An attendant beside Young Master You cried out in alarm, causing Young Master You’s pupils to constrict.

He could not help but recall the tragic event from ten thousand years ago that his mother had once told him about.

It was said that Xia Yanye’s achievements today were due to him receiving the legacy from an ancient spirit of resentment, just like Nether Emperor received the legacy from the Netherworld.

Ten thousand years ago, Xia Yanye accidentally succumbed to demonic possession, slaughtering the living beings. Neither Nether Emperor, Yan Emperor, nor the Sword Master could subdue him. In the end, it was Emperor of Heavenly Destiny who made a move, subdued him, and since then, Xia Yanye began to lay low.

This matter has become a secret, little known, and its cause remains a mystery.

The demon-possessed Xia Yanye slaughtered all around with the Grudge Blade in hand.

"This can’t go on like this..." Young Master You muttered, furrowing his brow. When Xia Yanye fell into demon-possession, not even his mother could stop him, which greatly disappointed her. Afterwards, overwhelmed with shame and hate, Xia Yanye chose to withdraw into seclusion.

As soon as the Grudge Blade appeared, an icy, bone-piercing wind swept across heaven and earth.

"Eh? The Grudge Blade?"

Ji Yongsheng’s voice suddenly rang out in Qin Jun’s mind. Recently, this guy has been growing quieter, but he was drawn out by the Grudge Blade, indicative of the weapon’s extraordinary origins.

"The Grudge Blade? Introduce it to me," Qin Jun asked curiously, captivated by the domineering design of the Grudge Blade.

Meanwhile, Xia Yanye, holding the Grudge Blade, launched an attack on Tathāgata.

A thirty-foot-long Grudge Blade tore through the air, and with a single swing, dark Sword Qi threatened to split the heavens and earth, making all living beings’ souls tremble in fear.

The presence of the Grudge Blade chilled the spirits of all creatures.

"Amitabha! The demon heart is deep, beyond redemption!"

Tathāgata whispered softly, and with a strike of his palm, a golden giant palm suddenly appeared as imposing as Mount Tai, colliding directly with the dark Sword Qi.

Boom—

The thousand-foot-tall golden palm and the dark Sword Qi resisted each other in the sky, while Xia Yanye’s dirty, fierce face was filled with a maniacal smile, clearly demon-possessed.

The fierce wind swept in all directions, and the corpses below were thrown up into the air like scattered leaves.

"During the ancient times, when the Human Clan had just emerged, the Grudge God was renowned throughout the world, striking fear into all the tribes. Before the battle with the celestial gods, I stumbled upon the Grudge Blade and sealed it in a certain valley to prevent it from harming the world. I did not expect it to reappear among men," Ji Yongsheng said with a sigh, and Qin Jun raised his eyebrows, surprised at the significant history of the Grudge Blade.

Even more ancient than the Human Clan.

Boom—

The golden palm burst open with force, dispersing the dark Sword Qi as well.

Tathāgata advanced instead of retreating, charging towards the demon-possessed Xia Yanye. His black robe rustled as he moved, with golden light shimmering underneath, appearing like a deity.

"I’m going to kill you! Exterminate all under heaven!" Xia Yanye exclaimed with a chilling laugh, giving off an unhinged aura. He slashed with the Grudge Blade, but Tathāgata adeptly dodged it and simultaneously struck him on his back, causing him to cough up blood and crash to the ground.

Although both were in the Luoshi Immortal Realm, Tathāgata was at the mid-phase, while he was just at the early phase, the gap between them enormous.

Moreover, Tathāgata’s Buddhist teachings, designed to vanquish demons and suppress evil, conveyed an inherent advantage against Xia Yanye.

Xia Yanye smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater, but in the next second, he leaped up again in a frenzy, holding the blade with both hands, swinging fiercely, his Sword Qi slashing wildly, causing all living beings to feel a stinging pain on their faces.

"Amitabha!"

Tathāgata struck out with a palm, and a thousand-foot-long golden palm appeared out of nowhere, falling with unstoppable force, scattering the streams of Sword Qi and pressing down on Xia Yanye.

The ground shook violently as the golden palm shone like the sun, attracting the attention of all creatures.

In the presence of the golden palm, Xia Yanye’s figure seemed minuscule, like a particle of dust. He raised his blade to defend, but was directly pressed to the ground by the golden palm.

Boom—

The golden palm descended from the sky, slamming into the earth and raising clouds of dust. Soldiers and corpse cultivators quickly took flight, fearing being caught in the aftermath. Xia Yanye’s figure was nowhere to be found, his life or death uncertain.

The tyrannical palm caused the world to fall into a sudden stillness.

Even Qin Jun was left staring, astounded. He had not expected Tathāgata to remain so dominant in the face of the demon-possessed Xia Yanye!