Chapter 1183: 1183
Chapter 1183 – Emperor weapon
“I told you to change your frame of mind . ” Ye Qingyu gradually retracted his fist . “Don’t always think that what you think is right . You’ll just be wasting your life guessing like that . That little bit of foundation from your Yuan clan alone isn’t enough against me . I shall give you some time now to display the technique given to you by the Sky Fox clan . ”
“Preposterous . ” Feeling a jolt in his heart, King Zhenyuan sneered while his injuries healed completely . “You yourself are depending completely on what the head of the Sun clan gave you… Hoho, I’d like to see how long you can last with this level of power . ”
With that, he opened his palm, causing a wisp of blood radiance and a red flaming spear to appear in his hand at once .
This was his life weapon that had taken countless years to forge and temper . Having gently cultivated it using his own yuan qi and blood qi continually, it could already be considered a fake-emperor-weapon-level treasure . Wreathed by surging blood flames that were as volatile as flames from the kingdom of heaven, a fierce burst of aura began emanate from within .
This was a spear that had accompanied King Zhenyuan for many years and had killed god-knows-how-many experts and heroes . Having been stained by the blood of countless beings, there was visible evil blood qi diffusing from it, as tough as spider silk .
With the spear in hand, King Zhenyuan’s power soared by more than three times .
This was the force of a life weapon .
“Kill!”
Shouting angrily, King Zhenyuan struck the spear out and turned into a flaming divine dragon .
“Indeed, it’s impossible to wake up a person who’s pretending to be asleep . ” Ye Qingyu shook his head before advancing in a flash, with silver radiance emanating from all over his body, and silver and purple flowing light interweaving on his left shoulder . Dragon howls and Dao sounds were heard from his back before he exerted a fist .
He was actually intending to use his physical fist to take on the spear of King Zhenyuan .
“What arrogance . Even if the head of the Sun clan has given you Emperor qi, you shouldn’t be so reckless . ” Feeling looked down upon, King Zhenyuan became enraged and unleashed the spear furiously . “Die!”
Boom!
The noise of spear and fist colliding was heard .
On the plaza, the Crown Prince tidied up his emotions and revealed a hideous smile at the corner of his lips as he looked around somberly . “He’s dead for sure . Father’s [Spear of Scorching Thunderbolts and Evil Blood] is close to an Emperor’s divine weapon, and cannot be underestimated even by a Martial Emperor . To think that this foolish country bumpkin would be so arrogant . . . ”
However, the expected ingratiating voices of the surrounding nobles were not heard .
Instead, he saw looks of shock appearing in everyone’s eyes .
Turning back to look at the Emperor qi projections in the center of the plaza, he saw that the fist of the arm wreathed in silver and purple had struck the spear and caused it to break off inch by inch . He then looked at the country bumpkin’s figure and saw that the latter instantly broke the defenses of his father before using the fist radiance to strike his father . Amid the frantic diffusion of blood mist, his father was blown apart . . .
The Crown Prince was dumbstruck .
He simply could not believe his eyes .
He had never imagined that his father, whom he considered to be invincible, could be ruptured alive .
To his side, the Poison Flower Princess, the Second Prince and the others . were unable to sit any longer and abruptly stood up .
Cries of alarm rang out from the crowd .
“Ahhh . . . ” Disregarding her image as a young woman, Lin Nanzhu squealed as if words were no longer able to convey her inner agitation and excitement which she had held back for far too long .
Lin Xuan gaped as well .
Everyone in Royal City knew that King Zhenyuan was practically invincible to anyone who was not a Martial Emperor . Now that he had been easily destroyed like a beanbag by Ye Qingyu and even his life weapon was broken, they wondered if this meant that the [Military Judge of the Nine Swords] had already attained the Martial Emperor realm .
Impossible .
To one side, Linghu Buxiu calmed down somewhat . Given that he had some expectation of this result beforehand, he repressed his inner excitement as much as he could, albeit he subconsciously waved his arms with force .
At the same time, he turned his head and looked toward the other side .
Nie Tiankong and a few of his trusted generals and counselors were sitting on that side . When they saw the scene in the Emperor qi projections, they gasped uncontrollably and the expressions on their faces became subtle at once . None of them had imagined that the person whom they had abandoned and believed was certain to die would actually possess such power .
As if detecting Linghu Buxiu’s gaze, Nie Tiankong turned his back and made eye contact with the former .
At the instant when they exchanged glances, Nie Tiankong’s eyes revealed a hint of confusion, but that quickly turned to contempt . It was obvious that he, too, did not believe that Ye Qingyu, who currently held the upper hand, could become the ultimate victor . After all, he had conversed with the monarch of the Sky Fox clan before, and thus knew what kind of trump card King Zhenyuan actually held .
At the same time, he clearly did not want to reveal emotions of error-admission and introspection in front of another pawn whom he had abandoned that was Linghu Buxiu .
After capturing the full range of Nie Tiankong’s expressions, Linghu Buxiu sighed and sat back down slowly .
…
As if alive, the blood mist tumbled and drifted bizarrely .
Eventually, all of the blood mist abruptly gathered together and formed a human figure, the features and expressions on which soon becoming distinct . It was none other than King Zhenyuan, Yuan Wenjun . He had not only fully recovered physically but even the red robes he was wearing showed no sign of tears .
Patter patter!
He walked out from the blood mist with a gloomy and hideous expression on his face, murderous spirit boiling frantically . Flames raged in his eyes as he gazed at Ye Qingyu, brimming with hatred and madness .
No Comments Yet
Post a new comment
Register or Login