Unrivaled Martial Emperor

"Kill!" At Huang Wuji's command, Di Chen, Wu Yuan, and the others pounced at Ji Feixue's squad like ferocious tigers descending the mountains.

Huang Wuji passed his purple-gold battle halberd to Wu Yuan. Among the two peak Lesser Legendary realm experts on their side, Ye Yuan was stronger than Cao Yin, being just a few law threads away from the Greater Legendary realm.

With the purple-gold battle halberd, Wu Yuan could even fight against a Greater Legend, and his opponent wasn't Ye Yuanming, but Ji Feixue.

Ye Yuanming had an immortal artifact: the Giant Watchtower sword. Although he was slightly weaker than Ji Feixue, the immortal artifact made his overall combat strength greater than that of Ji Feixue. So, Huang Wuji had to be the one to deal with him.

"Huang Wuji, what you people are doing is courting death! Fine, since you dared to scheme against us, we'll wipe you out today. Kill!" Ji Feixue and Ye Yuanming shouted angrily.

Though surprised, they had already seen through Huang Wuji's plan and sneered coldly.

Did Huang Wuji's side really think they could finish them so easily?

It was clear now that nearly all of Tianwu Continent's fighters had come here. Chen Fan had taken only a handful to the southwestern desert to serve as bait, and they were the weakest.

Given Luo Hao, Jiang Xian, and the others' strength, wiping out Chen Fan's group would be easy. It would be effortless, even.

All they needed was to hold out until Luo Hao and Jiang Xian arrived. Once both teams regrouped, it would spell the end for Huang Wuji's side.

Huang Wuji remained unfazed, and the Vicious Suppressor appeared in his hand.

"Hmph, go to hell!"

Instantly, vicious qi swept out. It was so fierce it shook souls and dimmed the skies.

Chen Fan had already warned Huang Wuji about the Vicious Suppressor. It struck directly at a martial artist's soul. Overuse risked backlash, potentially turning the wielder into a mindless killing machine.

As soon as Huang Wuji activated the saver, he felt a fierce impact on his soul. His mind seemed to plunge into a slaughter-filled hell; a blood-red hue flashed in his eyes.

However, Huang Wuji was prepared for this. He held his will firm, guarding his mind against the saber's corrupting intent.

Boom, tch!

He didn't waste time talking nonsense, nor did he use any flashy movement. He simply poured his true primeval into the saber and slashed at Ye Yuanming.

As soon as he brought out the Vicious Suppressor, Ye Yuanming and Ji Feixue had felt their souls tremble, feeling an inexplicable chill. A chilling sense of slaughter flashed across their minds like hallucinations.

When Huang Wuji slashed out, a terrifying saber light of death tore through space toward Ye Yuanming. He felt his soul being dragged into hell.

He snapped out of it instantly, face contorting in horror. He could sense real death bearing down.

"What saber is that!"

Ye Yuanming wasn't slow, quickly activating the Giant Watchtower sword. It manifested a thousand-feet-tall sword projection like a massive door panel. It slashed forward to block the incoming strike.

Puchi.

The giant sword projection was shredded instantly. The saber light didn't slow down. It surged ahead, still bearing down on Ye Yuanming.

"What?"

Ye Yuanming's face turned pale with fright. He hurriedly held the Giant Watchtower sword in front of him to defend himself.

Bang!

The terrifying saber light slammed onto the Giant Watchtower sword ruthlessly. Sparks flew everywhere, and Ye Yuanming heard it crack.

Simultaneously, his arm went numb. The sword recoiled violently, smashing into his chest and sending him flying, blood spraying from his mouth.

"Slash!"

Huang Wuji was like an unstoppable battle god. Vicious qi that made one tremble in fear surged from him as he stepped forward wildly, activating the Vicious Suppressor saber once more and launching another slash at the flying Ye Yuanming.

Boom, tch!

The space shook, and the air exploded.

The terrifying saber light arrived before Ye Yuanming like lightning. He couldn't even react in time, and the saber light fell on the Giant Watchtower sword once more.

Clang!

A crisp, pleasant sound rang out. Ye Yuanming felt as if an ancient divine mountain had slammed into him. His organs twisted; bones felt powdered. Blood gushed from his mouth.

"Go to hell!"

Huang Wuji raised the saber and slashed out once more. The slash roared forward like a death god's decree.

Boom, tch!

Finally, the Giant Watchtower sword could no longer withstand it.

Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the blade. With a final boom, it shattered, leaving only the hilt in Ye Yuanming's hand.

Fragments of the sword even pierced Ye Yuanming like arrows. Blood erupted from him as he howled in agony.

The Giant Watchtower sword had shattered!

Three slashes. That's all it took for Huang Wuji to obliterate a low-grade immortal artifact.

"Ahhh!" Ye Yuanming screamed miserably. The Giant Watchtower sword was destroyed, and he had to withstand the terrifying force from these three slashes, especially the last one. He felt like he'd been split in two.

Rumble!

Ye Yuanming crashed into the ground like a cannonball, destroying a large swathe of trees in the process.

For a moment, the area fell silent.

The warriors from both sides, locked in fierce combat, froze mid-fight.

Even Ji Feixue, clashing violently with Wu Yuan, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head.

Ye Yuanming was defeated so quickly?

Just three slashes!

Huang Wuji had only attacked three times. Yet Ye Yuanming, armed with an immortal artifact, was defeated, bleeding and broken.

Ji Feixue shivered. A chill came from the depths of his marrows and shot straight to his head.

Their plan had been simple: stall until Luo Hao and Jiang Xian wiped out Chen Fan's group, then regroup and crush Huang Wuji's side in one sweep.

But now...

The fight had just started, but Ye Yuanming, a Greater Legend, was heavily injured after just three slashes. Even his immortal artifact, the Giant Watchtower sword, had shattered.

Suddenly, Ji Feixue felt as if his heart had fallen into a deep abyss. He now only had a single thought left in his mind.

Run!

There was absolutely no way Ye Yuanming could survive this. With those injuries, Huang Wuji could end him with a slap.

After Ye Yuanming died, it would be his turn next!

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" Ji Feixue roared before bolting into the distance like an arrow.

As for whether others could escape alive, he couldn't care anymore.

Fear had gripped him too tightly.

On the ground, the heavily injured Ye Yuanming saw Ji Feixue turn into a stream of light and flee at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye. He spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Ji Feixue, screw your grandma."

Alas, what came as a response was a terrifying palm seal from Huang Wuji. It descended from the sky, smashing him into a puddle of meat paste.