Master of the Demon Emperor

"Once this matter is over, I'm going to visit the Sword Sect,"

Li Huahun said indifferently, causing Su Yie's mouth to twitch.

This guy really held a grudge!

Tang Qingtian was too arrogant, as if he had no brain, daring to spout arrogant words without understanding his opponent.

Su Yie hesitated, "That's not good, after all, we are all from the same sect. What if Emperor Su gets angry?"

Li Huahun snorted, "What's Emperor Su to me? I'll kill whoever I want to kill!"

So pretentious!

Su Yie inwardly scoffed, but still advised, "Emperor Su has vast divine skills, you should be more cautious."

Hearing Su Yie advising him again, Li Huahun could only shake his head and say, "We'll see when the time comes. If he kneels and begs me, I might spare him."

After speaking, Li Huahun stepped into the courtyard, not giving Su Yie a chance to say more.

"May the Jade Emperor bless you."

Su Yie could only silently mourn for Tang Qingtian. With his eyes closed, he saw that Tang Qingtian was still boasting within Emperor Su's Sect, and he felt even more sorrow.

The poor guy had no idea that a great disaster was about to fall upon him.

Given the strength that Li Huahun had shown, it was nearly invincible. His willingness to go to the Sword Sect indicated that he didn't take it seriously at all.

Afterward, Su Yie went up to the eaves and sat down to wait.

Xiang Yu, carrying trays of pastries and fine wine, jumped up and landed in front of Su Yie, softly saying, "Young Master, if there's anything else you want, just tell me."

Following Su Yie, she had none of the airs of a Princess of Zhao Dynasty, serving Su Yie tirelessly and without complaint. Su Yie took all of this to heart.

He had simply happened to save Xiang Yu, and in return, he gained her genuine affection.

"Sit down. Later, you can watch the battle with me."

Su Yie spoke, and while talking, he took out a bottle of Spirit Pills and poured them into his mouth, downing a bottle in one gulp.

His Great Cang Tyrant Body had already transformed, so he had no reservations.

Xiang Yu was no longer surprised, so she sat down cross-legged and started cultivating as well.

Time continued to pass.

More and more people arrived at the eaves, and looking across the entirety of Chang An City, every house and pavilion roof was filled with figures.

Inside the Imperial Palace, Li Mengde was seated on the dragon throne at the top of the stone steps, with Li Zuxuan beside him. From this position, they could look down upon the whole of Chang An in a grand and magnificent view.

"Sword Saint or Sword God, whom do you think is stronger?" Li Mengde asked curiously.

Li Zuxuan answered without hesitation, "The Sword Saint!"

He now took pride in being from the Imperial Clan, and since Xia Tianyi was also from Emperor Su's Sect, he naturally supported Xia Tianyi.

"But the Sword God has been famous for longer, and Xia Tianyi still doesn't match up to him," Li Mengde shook his head, genuinely hoping Xia Tianyi would not win.

The phrase 'Venturing into Mighty Tang alone' had almost become Xia Tianyi's title, and every time he heard it, it made Li Mengde uncomfortable.

As if he had swallowed a fly.

Li Zuxuan snorted disdainfully, too lazy to say more.

Li Mengde felt helpless; ever since Li Zuxuan returned, he had been looking at him displeased, leaving him puzzled, What did I do wrong?

Under my leadership, Great Tang became Mighty Tang; my achievements surpass yours!

Could it be jealousy?
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Even being jealous of his own son!

Childish!

If Li Zuxuan knew what Li Mengde was thinking about him, he would likely jump up and beat this unfilial son.

The entire city was waiting for the arrival of the two Sword Dao Grandmasters.

In the area where the Demon Sect was located, the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord stood on the eaves and instructed, "Keep an eye on the Demon Lord at all times. We can't let him get away!"

A Demon Cultivator immediately took the order and left.

Standing not far away, Lang Huaxin spoke, "Honored Demon Lord, when exactly are we going to make a move?"

He was already itching to kill Su Yie.

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord ignored him. If Wei Niantian didn't give the order, how dare he act?

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord, startling the nearby Demon Cultivators to subconsciously draw their Magic Artifacts. However, upon recognizing the newcomer, they all kneeled in fear.

"Greetings, Demon Lord Qing Yan!"

The comer was dressed in a green robe with fiery patterns, his black and white hair confined within a silver crown. His features were handsome, but his eyes were chillingly cold.

Compared to the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord and the other Demon Cultivators, he appeared even more noble and dignified, exuding an air of calm and ease with every gesture.

It was indeed Demon Lord Qing Yan, one of the Four Kings of the Demon Sect!

And the most powerful among the Four Kings of the Demon Sect!

Without turning around, the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord looked up at the sky and snorted, "What are you here for?"

Demon Lord Qing Yan stared at his back and sneered with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Nothing much."

Demon Lord Qing Yan did not say more and simply sat down, waiting for Xia Tianyi and Lu Ziwei to appear.

He was more eager to see Li Huahun than the Sword Saint or Sword God.

Wei Niantian wanted to kill the Demon Lord, and Li Huahun intended to protect the Demon Lord, so a battle between the two was inevitable.

Without guessing, he also knew that Wei Niantian was sure to die, after all, even Shangguan Wuji feared Li Huahun.

Once Wei Niantian was dead, it would be his turn to usurp the throne!

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord was very annoyed with Demon Lord Qing Yan and deliberately walked away, keeping his distance from him.

Lang Huaxin hesitated for a moment but eventually followed the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord.

About two hours passed.

When the sun was high in the sky.

Two sounds of breaking air came, one from the east and the other from the west.

It was Lu Ziwei and Xia Tianyi!

They arrived flying on their swords, uplifting the entire city.

The two stopped in the sky above Chang An, a kilometer apart.

"Today's fight is to determine the superior, not life and death."

Lu Ziwei said calmly, his gaze towards Xia Tianyi filled with admiration.

After himself, the most outstanding Sword Cultivator from the Seven Dynasties was Xia Tianyi, so he was eager to see how strong Xia Tianyi had become.

Xia Tianyi's lips curled into a smile as he said, "Not vying for life or death is fine too, but it depends on whether you're strong enough!"

Arrogant!

Xia Tianyi's words left no room for retreat, and his voice reached the ears of many Cultivators and was soon spread throughout the city. Before long, everyone was aware of the exchange between the Sword Saint and the Sword God.

As their eyes met, a gust of wind arose from nowhere, swirling around them as if two tornadoes were taking form.

The immensely powerful Sword Intent plunged the whole of Chang An into silence.

"Compared to you, who is stronger?"

Su Yie asked Li Huahun, who was on the roof of the adjacent house.

Li Huahun lay on the eaves, casually saying, "They compare to me? What a joke!"

Xiang Yu rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by the boast.

Su Yie pondered thoughtfully.

At that moment, Xia Tianyi and Lu Ziwei made their move.

With a flash of their sword lights, they spanned a kilometer to clash, both unleashing unparalleled speed. Their sword shadows dazzled, rendering the Battle Observers unable to follow their attack speeds with the naked eye.

Xia Tianyi, wielding dual swords, immediately executed the Twin Sword Sovereigns technique, unleashing a furious assault on Lu Ziwei.

Lu Ziwei held a sword in his right hand, but his other forty swords were already unsheathed, encircling him and automatically fending off Xia Tianyi's strikes.

The two darted through the air, the sky within ten thousand meters becoming their battlefield.

Clang-

Xia Tianyi's twin swords furiously struck down, the blade wind swept out, flinging people away and toppling buildings.

Lu Ziwei parried a blow, cold light flashing in his eyes.

With a hum!

His Treasured Swords suddenly vibrated intensely. Xia Tianyi's face turned pale, and he recoiled instantly, as the forty Treasured Swords turned into streaks of light, chasing him to kill.