The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 726: Chapter 726: Humiliation

“Xuan Emperor!!!” Fang Lin exclaimed in shock, his face twisted in furious determination, even as a gush of fresh blood erupted from his body.

The man driving the golden chariot was none other than the Xuan Emperor himself, who had summoned the Ancient Lamp of Flame God to battle against the Giant Turtle Demon King, while observing the fight happening in the depths of the Ferocious Mountain.

Seeing his son on the verge of defeat, the Xuan Emperor could not stand by and do nothing. He intervened decisively, issuing a stern yell that not only stopped Fang Lin but also severely injured him, nearly shattering his body.

Although it was merely a stern yell from the Xuan Emperor, it contained the unparalleled authority of a spirit bone-level expert. Fang Lin, being merely at the Heavenly Origin level, naturally couldn’t withstand this overwhelming pressure.

If not for Fang Lin’s physical strength surpassing his limits and reaching an abnormal level, as well as the protection of his Kylin battle suit, the Xuan Emperor could have easily taken Fang Lin’s life with just a yell.

This was an unimaginable gap in power. Even if Fang Lin had six arms and three heads, he would still be nothing more than an insignificant ant in the eyes of such a powerful figure as the Xuan Emperor.

Fang Lin fell to the ground, his entire body soaked in his own blood, which also stained the ground beneath him.

However, Fang Lin did not give in. Despite his legs being crushed, he stubbornly stood up again, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at the Xuan Emperor.

“Insolence!!!” Another stern yell echoed from the Xuan Emperor, dismissing Fang Lin’s feeble struggle. He intended to use his divine authority to slay Fang Lin.

This was pure contempt, a display of overwhelming power.

“Xuan Emperor! How dare you!!!” A roar erupted from the Giant Turtle Demon King. The girl in the red skirt standing atop the turtle’s shell bolted towards the golden chariot.

The Xuan Emperor’s face shifted slightly, seemingly wary of the girl in the red skirt. He immediately retaliated by invoking a formidable Palm Impression attack.

The girl in the red skirt, however, remained utterly cold and indifferent. She managed to evade the Xuan Emperor’s attack with a ghostly maneuver.

“You dare to act arrogantly before me with just a trace of residual power?” The Xuan Emperor rebuked with a penetrating glare, his eyes blazing with golden light.

Hum!

The dazzling golden light swept outward like a giant net, enveloping the girl in the red skirt.

In the girl’s hand appeared the illusory form of a longsword. Upon closer look, it was identical to the bloody longsword wielded by Fang Lin.

But unlike the tangible sword in Fang Lin’s possession, the one held by the girl in the red skirt was merely a phantom blade.

It lacked a physical form and was nothing more than a remnant of the sword qi left over from an ancient era, just as ephemeral as the girl herself.

Despite this, the moment the phantom of the bloody longsword emerged, the surrounding heavens and earth changed colors, while red clouds converged overhead, as if the sky was set ablaze with fresh blood.

This scene was visible to martial artists all over Xuan Country.

Watching this scene, Fang Lin couldn’t help but be deeply moved. The bloody longsword in his Nine Palace Bag was resonating, as if responding to the phantom sword in the hand of the girl in the red skirt.

“Slice!” A crisp, cold voice rang out, and the girl suddenly swung her phantom sword at the Xuan Emperor.

Boom!

A sword qi like a rift in the heavens whistled through the air, rushing towards the Xuan Emperor with an unstoppable momentum.

“Great Mysterious Heavenly Skill!” The Xuan Emperor leaped up from his golden chariot, employing his most formidable martial arts.@@novelbin@@

A surge of inner strength, vast like an endless ocean, transformed into intricate, mysterious symbols under the operation of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Skill.

As the sword qi rushed over, the Xuan Emperor waved his hand, sending wave after wave of these symbols to meet it.

This was a confrontation beyond imagination. Everyone present was completely stunned, even figures such as the Demon Suppressing King and Prince Hai felt their breath hitch in their chests.

Silver Fox, hidden deep within the Ferocious Mountain, harboring a fearful look, didn’t dare to show his face.

A horrific wave of energy swept out in all directions, instantly killing numerous demon beasts caught in its path.

Some of the figures and martial artists standing too close met the same fate, dying on the spot.

A huge segment of the thick city wall of Demon Suppressing City collapsed with a loud crash, and the entire city teetered on the brink of collapse, as if an earthquake had occurred.

“Is this the power of a true formidable figure?” Some of the martial artists murmured, their faces pale. This level of confrontation was nothing like the martial arts they were familiar with – the disparity was simply too great.

Only the true formidable figures had the right to speak of martial arts, while the weak could only look up from below, becoming cannon fodder that might perish at any moment under the strong’s influence.

The Xuan Emperor, like the sun, still stood atop the sky, dressed in a golden dragon robe, wearing the Emperor’s Crown. His sword-like brows and starry eyes bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Yishui. As Zhou Yishui’s father, he didn’t seem to age much and looked only his early thirties, still maintaining a handsome appearance.

The girl in the red skirt’s sword strike did not harm him, however, it did surprise him.

Because the Xuan Emperor had just used the Great Mysterious Heavenly skill, even though he still kept some reserve, he had basically used his full strength.

Yet even under those circumstances, the girl’s sword strike still made the Xuan Emperor’s blood surge and his palm vaguely ache.

In reality, the Xuan Emperor was injured. His palm was nicked with a small wound. But his body had long been transcendental and could recover from such minor injuries in an instant.

“I haven’t been injured in many years,” the Xuan Emperor said indifferently, looking at his palm. A faint trace of red, hardly visible by now, marked where his wound had been.

“Old demon, are you planning to protect this boy?” The Xuan Emperor looked at the Giant Turtle Demon King, speaking with icy detachment.

Snorting, the Giant Turtle Demon King retorted, “You cannot touch this child.”

“What if I insist on doing so? Can you even stop me?” The Xuan Emperor smirked, his gaze turning towards Fang Lin.

Once again, Fang Lin was hit hard. He spat out a mouthful of blood as the sound of bones breaking echoed from his body.

The Xuan Emperor was using his aura to suppress him. He didn’t need to attack, just a glance was enough to oppress Fang Lin.

He was not killing Fang Lin, but he was ruthlessly degrading him.

Crack!

Fang Lin’s legs broke completely. Under normal circumstances, he would have fallen to his knees, unable to maintain his balance.

But Fang Lin merely swayed violently; his body was a bloody mess, but he still refused to kneel before the Xuan Emperor.

“Fang Lin! You are just an ant! Destined to serve under me! Look at yourself, how pathetic! Hahaha!” Zhou Yishui laughed manically, completely abandoning the dignity of a Crown Prince and revealing a trace of insanity.

Fang Lin clenched his teeth, ignoring Zhou Yishui’s taunting, his eyes firmly fixed on the Xuan Emperor.

“If I don’t die today, your Xuan Country will never have a day of peace!”