Chapter 1777: Chapter 569: Holy Emperor
PS: A major Chapter of 7500 words is asking for monthly tickets!
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Emperor Jianyuan hasn’t figured out what’s going on, but Chu Ming has already swung her blade to cut down the big banner on the dragon chariot.
Her figure immediately flashed again.
At this moment, the area around Chu Ming started burning with overwhelming flames, her whole being resembling the Great Sun, emanating a dazzling strong light.
The twin blades in her hands transformed into golden beams, containing endless fury, aggressively slashing towards him, casting a sky full of luminous shadows.
Emperor Jianyuan showed a pale complexion in resistance.
Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!
Among the ear-deafening clashing sounds, Emperor Jianyuan’s figure continued to retreat explosively.
Not only did blood gush from his mouth and nose, his entire body also erupted with countless wounds.
After Chu Ming resurrected, not only was her escape skill fast like a real stream of light, her attack speed was extremely swift.
Under the activation of ’Undying Yang Flame Saber’, her sword speed in a single breath reached an extremely exaggerated forty-one thousand times.
Cooperating with her unbelievably exaggerated Light Escape speed, Chu Ming traversed back and forth around Emperor Jianyuan, puncturing and striking!
Leaving Emperor Jianyuan defenseless.
Even at the Near-God Level, his speed was not even one-third of Chu Ming’s.
Though he was defending, he could only barely manage to hold on.
Many times, unable to hold on, he could only rely on his Protective Dragon Qi and the War Armor he wore to endure the blows.
But to withstand Chu Ming’s ’Undying Yang Flame Saber’ is easier said than done?
Chu Ming’s Divine Intent Saber further penetrated his Divine Sense Thought.
And the power of this Divine Intent Saber kept growing stronger.
Chu Ming gathered Kill Intent and Enemy Intent, each slash became an unbearable weight for him.
Continuously splitting his Primordial Spirit, bombarding his Divine Thought Core, nearly shattering his Three Souls and Seven Spirits, and causing countless cracks to appear in his already not very strong Primordial Spirit.
"Stop!"
Emperor Jianyuan’s eyes flashed blue: "How dare you defy me? Stop now! Stop!"
He exerted all his strength, using Forbidden Technique, trying to suppress Chu Ming’s Thought.
But contrary to his wishes, not only did Chu Ming not cease, her sword speed and movement became even more ferocious.
Around them, the imperial guards suffered heavy casualties.
In a moment, they exchanged blows over ten thousand times, the explosive sounds akin to a storm, even a hundred times more acute than a storm.
Vast and mighty Sword Qi and sword aura continued to burst out around them, sweeping mercilessly in all directions.
Wherever it passed, everything was crushed, and those imperial guards were all hacked into fragments of blood and flesh.
Regardless of their cultivation level, if the cultivation was below Fifth Grade, they couldn’t withstand the aftermath of the Near-God Level confrontation.
Within a radius of two miles around them, aside from some particularly strong masters, all life could not survive.
"Ming’er, what are you doing?"
Emperor Jianyuan was furious beyond compare, his face turning dark, but his voice started softening: "Ming’er, you have consciousness now? You have your own consciousness, don’t you? Let’s first stop, and talk properly with me!"
In less than three breaths of their exchange, Emperor Jianyuan already felt he couldn’t hold on.
Physically, it was bearable; the benefits brought by Yin Yang Unity were unimaginable to common folk.
It had almost the restorative abilities of Blood of Ten Thousand Ages.
The problem lay in his Primordial Spirit, which was about to be shattered and annihilated by Chu Ming.
Emperor Jianyuan’s Primordial Spirit wasn’t actually strong.
Under the impact of millions of Enemy Intent and Kill Thought, his Divine Thought seemed quite small.
Originally hoping for his numerous subordinates and the dozens of Corpse King and Corpse Emperors lent by Yiing Gou to guard him, sharing the pressure.
But to his surprise, Chu Ming’s rear turned into chaos.
That was Chu Ming’s two Lifebound Corpse Beasts—a Near-God Rank ’Vengeance’, and a similarly Near-God combat level ’Three-legged Golden Crow’.
Only that Vengeance could suppress everyone around the dragon chariot.
Beside it, countless golden Mirror Gang were generated, reflecting all forces back to the origin.
The ’Three-legged Golden Crow’ was frenziedly attacking.
Its entire forest-white skeletal frame suddenly ignited with bright red firelight, in this flame regaining flesh and Fire Feather, seemingly returning to its peak past life.
In an instant, countless bright red beams were emitted and projected in all directions, and countless bright red fiery feathers floated everywhere.
Everyone and everything around, upon contact with even a speck of these fiery feathers, would ignite intensely.
However, the most lethal still lay hidden among the beams and Fire Feather—the Blade Light.
That was the beak and talons of the Three-legged Golden Crow, flashing and traversing the Void with speeds even high-grade Martial Practitioners could hardly catch, possessing a domineering sharpness that crushed everything.
Once caught by its talons or struck by its beak, none could survive.
This corpse and two beasts, were like the status Emperor Jianyuan envisioned before.
They possessed unbreakable defense along with fierce attacks, with seemingly no weaknesses.
Yet these three extremely powerful corpse puppets now had to be endured by him alone.
Their wanton slaughter kept causing heavy casualties to his subordinates, and the dozens of Corpse King and Corpse Emperors provided by Yiing Gou were also depleted by two, blocking them a mile away.
Emperor Jianyuan’s mood was terrible beyond description: "Ming’er, speak! I know you are aggrieved, but how about we stop first?"
Without any aid, he estimated he couldn’t last more than eighty breaths.
