Chapter 1015: Chapter 1013: This Is an Emperor Son
The sky was filled with dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down, like the power of destruction as magnificent as a monument, suppressing the world.
Five geniuses of the Divine Clan lying on the ground grew weaker and weaker.
The young man was the same, crushed by catastrophe, his bones shattered, his skin cracked like a spider’s web, and crimson blood gushed out.
But he held the sword hilt tightly.
Struggling forward.
With each step, the earth trembled.
Everyone was shocked.
He actually roared at a Human Emperor, so angry, could it be?
Previously, they had guessed that this young man should be acquainted with that Alliance Great Emperor.
A mere dozen steps, once just a moment’s effort, but now... he walked with extreme difficulty.
As if his shoulders bore eternal monuments.
Finally, he drew his sword again.
Amidst the ruins under the rain, he swung the sword hilt, unleashing a vast array of sword shadows.
Still was the Sword Image Skill.
The power burst forth, vast as the sea, accompanied by dense killing intention, striking Qian Lin repeatedly.
One after another.
The scene was astonishing.
But even more puzzling when that Alliance Emperor Realm did not intervene, allowing the young man’s Sword Dao to penetrate into the body.
In an instant, his composed face seemed relieved, as if a burden lifted, also like redemption and liberation.
"The fate of the Human Clan is like a blade tip, and the blade tip always points forward, it’s your teaching." The young man hoarsely shouted: "But your blade tip cuts towards the Human Clan."
His anger was immense.
Sword shadows persisted, killing intention remained.
No matter how he attacked, Qian Lin never retaliated, his face gradually pale, the Emperor’s Body trembling in the rain...
He remained calm, just gazing at the approaching young man.
At this moment, he recalled the past once more.
"If belief was like the breeze, easily swayed, then... the Human Clan would have long perished..."
"The Divine Clan is powerful, but the Human Clan has unshakable belief, unwavering willpower, no matter the adversity, even if overwhelmed by darkness, our ancestors have always moved forward, never retreated."
"You must remember, the fate of the Human Clan is like a blade tip..."
Indeed!
The fate of the Human Clan is like a blade tip, and the blade tip always points forward.
Where is my blade tip?
I have long forgotten.
When I entered the Ancient City, my belief began to waver, over the long years, I was gradually changed.
The faith I upheld was buried in that ancient era.
Who am I?
I am Qian Lin.
I am the Human Emperor!
The severe pain urged him to sober up from his memories, he looked at this angry young man, yet his face was full of gratification.
Bang!
Qian Lin’s Emperor’s Body was pierced, countless sword shadows began to glow, illuminating the world.
His lips moved, slightly opened, speaking weakly: "You have a name."
"I have no name." The young man angrily replied: "I am Nameless."
"You cannot kill me."
"I will definitely slay you." He coldly stared at Qian Lin, his gaze more sinister than a beast’s...
Even though Qian Lin did not fight back, yet heavenly rain catastrophe covered, the power of destruction relentlessly strangling him, his attacks and combat power reduced by seventy to eighty percent.
In this state and with this power path, it could not shake a true Great Emperor.
Qian Lin felt bitter, glanced at the heavenly rain, he suddenly erupted, his body unleashed a terrifying Sword Image Skill, far more powerful than what the young man wielded by tens of times.
A Demon Beast emerged, surprisingly devouring the catastrophe.
"Your path is still very long..." Qian Lin looked at him.
He fell silent.
Exhausted.
His consciousness gradually blurred.
Is he dying?
But he still had so much left undone, he hadn’t slain this person before him, nor had he entered the Ancient City, nor seen the road behind the Ancient City.
It’s said, that road might lead to the Heavens and Myriad Realms.
And within the Heavens and Myriad Realms, lay the true battlefield between the Divine Clan and Human Clan.
He yearned intensely.
But he was too weary, drew the sword from the Sword Box, unleashed the most powerful Sword Image Skill, bringing the catastrophe, now... suffering backlash.
No!
Belief collapsed, all past ailments and sufferings erupted one by one.
In his daze, he saw that heroic man, as he raised his hand to unleash the Sword Image Skill, then turned to leave here.
He wished to extend his hands to grasp that person, but his consciousness sank, his Life Origin swiftly dimming.
"Save him!" An elder ordered.
Divine Clan experts were also saving people, taking their young lord away from this place.
"The wounds are too severe, Life Origin is nearly exhausted."
"Bones, bloodline, Dantian, Zhou Tian, flesh, skin, all are disintegrating, it’s bad..."
"Nine-tier Spirit Pill is useless."
"Call Master He to take a look..."
"It’s too late."
"Wait... his Sword Box..." An elderly man noticed the Sword Box in his hand.
Some characters on it began to float, the beasts, fierce creatures, Spiritual Beasts in the pattern seemed to revive.
Not long after, the pattern indeed revived, but not in a fighting state, instead vibrant with the flourishing Vitality Power, continuously pouring into the young man’s body.
This?
This scene left three hundred people astonished.
Can the Sword Image Skill save someone?
"This is his Destiny God Weapon." The elder saw the truth, his expression solemn: "Destiny God Weapon revived autonomously, preserved his Life Origin, and Divine Soul, but... the internal injuries still exist, we need to take him back."
"I’ll do it..."
"Let me!"
"Make way, make way..." a group volunteered.
The elder glanced at them, said: "This person, very likely is an Emperor Son."
They guessed right.
A collapsed-belief Emperor Son, hence... he remained silent upon seeing that one, all rage instantly ignited.
Thinking this, everyone instantly felt awe.
After long years, an Emperor Son appeared, furiously slashing at his Great Emperor father, and reproaching him to kneel and repent here.
What disappointment and despair!
But it also provided them a perspective.
In the Ancient City Alliance, there were still many Human Emperors, if their offspring could all emerge, perhaps... they could awaken them.
This is a formidable power.
If they could awaken, and change them, fold them into the Wuji Sect, they would become the Wuji Sect’s foundation for entering the Heavens and Myriad Realms.
The group who spoke earlier exchanged glances then fell silent.
An Emperor Son.
An Emperor Son that absolutely must not meet with misfortune.
His existence might alter the circumstances for the Human Clan, critically significant.
The elder deeply looked at that towering city, then said: "You stay here." With that, held the Emperor Son and turned to leave.
"So strong."
"As expected of an Emperor Son."
"By the way, Wuji Sect also has Emperor Son, right!"
"That little girl..."
"Cough, cough, a bit young, but at least an Emperor Son, waiting to grow!"
"Who is her mother?"
"Seems to be called... the Moon God?"
"Who is the Moon God?"
A group of people watched the elder’s departing direction, began a low conversation.
