Chapter 1116: Chapter 115: The Crazy Chaotic Battle_1
This finger was so powerful that even Shi Xiaole, with his current strength, felt an irresistible force. He had just unleashed the "Returning Sword," only to have its Sword Qi shattered by the power of the finger.
Fortunately, Shi Xiaole had anticipated this. With so many experts present, how could they let him leave easily? Just as he was about to initiate his killing move, a whip shadow timely appeared, shattering the finger.
"Fearless Whip Emperor, do you wish to be enemies with my Western Region?"
The owner of the finger appeared in the distance, a Western Region man with his hair braided into a whip and dressed in exotic clothing.
Combining his earlier martial arts display, Shi Xiaole immediately guessed that this man was none other than the Western Desert Emperor, ranked forty-seventh on the Emperor List. This person was famous for his "Heaven-Shaking Thirty-Three Finger," so powerful that wherever it pointed, nothing would grow.
The Fearless Whip Emperor mentioned by the Western Desert Emperor was a short man with a face full of scars, ranked forty-fifth on the Emperor List, and came from the Flying Horse Dynasty.
The Fearless Whip Emperor sneered, "The Kirin is one of our Flying Horse Dynasty’s people. Since when do Western Region people have the right to determine his life and death? That’s laughable!"
Deep down, the Fearless Whip Emperor didn’t care about Shi Xiaole’s life or death. What he truly cared about was Ling’er. However, thinking of Shi Xiaole’s close relationship with Beigong Jue, and that Shi Xiaole might know something about Ling’er, the Fearless Whip Emperor finally couldn’t restrain himself from taking action.
Of course, he also knew that his own intervention was futile, with so many powerful figures present. But from the beginning, Shi Xiaole and Ling’er were never going to belong exclusively to one person or one power.
He, the Fearless Whip Emperor, represented the Flying Horse Dynasty! This was a struggle between different factions of the Martial World, and he believed the Western Desert Emperor would surely understand this as well.
"The moment he killed the Martial Emperor, this boy no longer belonged to your Flying Horse Dynasty. Otherwise, you would be declaring war on my Western Region’s Martial World!"
The Western Desert Emperor shouted loudly and coldly.
"War then war, who’s afraid of whom?"
A long whip shadow whirled forward, splitting into countless tendrils halfway through its arc, densely attacking the Western Desert Emperor.
"Desert Finger!"
Facing the numerous whip shadows, the Western Desert Emperor pointed out a finger, shattering the whip shadows even as countless new ones entwined him, slowing his speed until both forces simultaneously exploded.
The Western Desert Emperor and the Fearless Whip Emperor were now locked in battle.
And this was like lighting a fuse, as a giant iron rod illuminated the heavens and the earth, sweeping towards Shi Xiaole with the force to sweep across the universe. Shi Xiaole tried to dodge, but found that space itself was compressed to the point where there was no room for him to move.
This was the assault of the Flying Sky Stick Emperor, ranked forty-second on the Emperor List, his strength even above that of the Western Desert Emperor.
Blocking the iron rod was a sword, a pristine and unworldly sword, unsullied by the mundane world. The wielder was a man in white, with a ribbon of the same color tied in his hair; although not as handsome as Shi Xiaole, he was also a man of rare beauty.
"Dustless Sword Emperor, have you also come to join the fun?"
The Flying Sky Stick Emperor narrowed his eyes.
The Dustless Sword Emperor ranked forty-ninth on the Emperor List. At first glance, he didn’t seem as powerful as himself, nor the Western Desert Emperor. But first of all, ranking does not equate to strength.
Secondly, the Dustless Sword Emperor was not yet five hundred years old, a young expert among those listed on the Emperor List, without a battle record for many years. Who knew to what level his strength had ascended?
"My favorite thing is to join in the fun, and with such a grand spectacle, how could I miss it?"
The Dustless Sword Emperor smiled, brandishing his sword. Sword Qi, formless and elusive, swept through the area, and the dust particles in the air were swept away wherever the Sword Qi passed.
Shi Xiaole was all too familiar with this technique.
Years ago, at the Sword Evaluation Elegant Mountain, he had fought against the image of the Dustless Sword Emperor, who had also used a similar technique. However, whether it was the intent of the sword, its profundity, or its power, this sword was far superior to what it had been in the past by dozens, if not hundreds of times.
"Chaotic Heaven Eighteen Sticks!"
The Flying Sky Stick Emperor rapidly swung his iron rod, creating eighteen utterly distinct rod shadows which quickly shattered the Sword Qi into nineteen segments.
Bang bang bang...
The two instantly clashed, one light and graceful, every move devoid of mundanity, the other explosive and vigorous, each strike destined to be lethal, like a spark hitting the earth, the fight was intense and inextricable.
"Shadow God Emperor, don’t you think it’s beneath you to launch a surprise attack on a junior with your strength?"
After a brief entanglement of their figures, there was a loud bang, and the void blurred, revealing a person completely wrapped in silver silk.
The Shadow God Emperor, ranked fifty-third on the Emperor List, excels in stealth attacks and assassinations. Perhaps his strength may not compare with many on the list, but if anyone dares to be careless, they wouldn’t even know how they died.
"Carefree Sword Emperor, you seem to be doing well!"
The one who intercepted the Shadow God Emperor was none other than the City Lord of Carefree Unmoving City, Mu Ling’s father, the Carefree Sword Emperor, Mu Yizhi.
No sooner had the two masters separated than a figure suddenly rushed towards Shi Xiaole, like a sprinting tornado, yet without making a sound.
Mysterious Trace Emperor!
These three words surfaced in many people’s minds.
The Mysterious Trace Emperor, ranked sixty-fifth on the Emperor List, possesses unparalleled Flying Skill, known as the best in the world, even surpassing the Forbidden Martial Emperor. If it weren’t for his weak offensive power, his ranking would definitely be much higher.
Most importantly, the Mysterious Trace Emperor was not a master from the Western Region but from the Bei Liang Dynasty. At the critical moment when the two Martial Worlds were fighting to the death over Shi Xiaole, it would be an enormous joke if someone else snatched the prize.
Bang!
In a moment of collective distraction, the Mysterious Trace Emperor’s advance was thwarted, and instead of moving forward, he was forced to retreat. Blocking him was a bronze gleam of a halberd, cleaving the entire sky into two even halves.
"Bronze Halberd Emperor!"
The Mysterious Trace Emperor, with his characteristic mustache that made him look like a sneaky merchant, gritted his teeth with hatred.
With his Flying Skill, if he could have captured the Kirin, even Martial Emperors would have had no choice against him. This damnable Bronze Halberd Emperor had spoiled his perfect opportunity.
"This one belongs to our Western Region."
The Bronze Halberd Emperor bared his pale teeth.
At the same time, in the Western Sea, Martial Emperors from the higher ranks of Daxia had also made their covert moves, only to be intercepted by other high-ranking experts from the Martial World.
In the sky, bursts of Vigorous Air light rings exploded, one after another, incessant and overlapping, like fireworks, dazzling countless onlookers.
On one side were the masters from the Western Region clashing with those from the Flying Horse Dynasty, and on the other were the masters from Daxia fighting those from the Western Sea, mixed in with experts from Bei Liang. Battles intertwined and opponents switched constantly, and in short, the scene turned into utter chaos, with fighting so fierce that it was beyond resolution.
The conflict spread far and wide, and finally, even the top twenty, and the top ten experts on the Emperor List joined the fray personally. One moment it was a flurry of knives and swords, the next, a surge of war cries, and then, the sacred chanting thundered, stirring unrest in the heavens and earth.
"A bunch of barbarians from the Western Region, scram!"
"Kill the people from the Central Plain!"
"People from the Western Sea, what mess are you creating?"
"People from Bei Liang, get lost!"
Gradually, the conflict affected the masters of the various forces from the Western Region and the Flying Horse Dynasty, who began to skirmish on the endless plains. The conflagration then spread to the forces of Daxia, Bei Liang, and the Western Sea.
Many did not wish to join the fray, but others did not allow them to remain uninvolved, fearing it would create a situation where the onlookers might profit.
Thus, throughout the entire endless plains, and even the sky above, nearly all attending forces’ masters, whether willingly or compelLED, ended up participating in the battle.
This frenzied scene left countless experts beneath the endless plains utterly dumbstruck.
