The vast divine power, the invincible strength, caused the sky over the Sacred Emperor Continent to collapse and the earth to crack open, akin to an apocalyptic scene.
The power of the Divine Martial Emperor unfolded, creating magnificent visions, seemingly foreseeing the downfall of the Sacred Emperor Continent.
They looked at the great Divine Martial Emperor, almost suffocating.
"You cannot stop ," said Chu Yuan. "If you wish to stop , summon your Sacred Emperor. Only he can make retreat; if he doesn’t show, you will all be washed in blood!"
"Even if we all die, the Sacred Emperor will not erge. We will not allow the Sacred Emperor to reappear. Your plots and sches will not succeed, for the great Sacred Emperor will not be provoked by you,"
declared the Storm King of War.
Although the Sacred Emperor possesses boundless mana, the Storm King of War knows that the Sacred Emperor cannot act easily. Unless there are absolute benefits, the battle between him and the Divine Martial Emperor would consu too much energy and risk ambush by others.
"If the Sacred Emperor does not appear, your Saint Emperor Era is destined to end!"
Chu Yuan’s eyes focused on the Storm King of War. The surging power caused the void around him to boil and burn, evaporating into emptiness, and any ordinary seventh realm would ignite under his gaze.
The Storm King of War’s face was extrely grave. He had fought against eternal-level beings before, but the pressure from the Divine Martial Emperor was more overwhelming than anyone else.
The mana of this man defies common reasoning.
"Esteed Sacred Kings, let us dedicate ourselves to the Saint Emperor Era and defend our ho!"
The words of the Lord of War were not passionate but deeply penetrating, for this was their ho for countless epochs, and the Divine Martial sought its destruction, which ant the destruction of their ho.
"Hear the command of the Storm King of War!"
Sikong Tu, the Storm King, and the Furious Martial King also roared fiercely.
A united front, passionate and fearless.
Their blood was boiling.
They burned with anger, knowing that regardless of the outco of this battle, all four of the strongest bases would lose their lives in this epoch, and they would lose the four mightiest powers.
The Saint Emperor Era could very well decline because of this.
The hatred for the Divine Martial was deeply ingrained.
For the invader who waged war upon them, there’s no good end!
At this mont, the War, Heaven and Earth, Sun and Moon, and Desolation, four great Sacred Kings took the lead, along with seven other Sacred Kings. They all unleashed their burning power, their light crashing in waves.
The oppressive force of their united power covered the skies and would cause even an eternal-level being to retreat and leave directly.
Yet Chu Yuan was like the heavens, suppressing the Saint Emperor Era’s skies, immovable.
Facing the oppression of the Saint Emperor Era, Chu Yuan remained composed, and any force that reached him was directly swallowed by the power of devouring.
He was not afraid of being besieged.
"I once encountered an eternal-level being adept at devouring, who was the greatest enemy on the path of the strongest of the Sacred Emperor. He devoured the heavens, all-consuming, yet in the end, was slain by the Sacred Emperor. His devouring was not ordinary but beca a power he controlled, directly targeting the eternal path."
Though the Storm King of War saw a great number of people, with eleven ninth-realm beings unleashing trendous power, he remained unmoved.
Chu Yuan stepped forward, no words, only slaughter.
With his step, the vast Sacred Emperor Continent trembled, and the montum they had gathered seed to dissipate in an instant.
"War, I will take the lead."
said the Sun and Moon King.
"No, he is strong, taking the lead is aningless. Next, I will lead the attack. Use all your might, for even if I seal myself, I won’t last many epochs."
The Storm King of War’s face showed fear mixed with excitent.
His fighting spirit reignited, this long-forgotten excitent and madness.
Back when the Sacred Emperor established his dominance, in the long epochs, there was no match for them in the entire eternity.
They were supre.
At that ti, the Storm King of War was also full of spirit, confident of reaching the eternal level, only to find himself unable to break through.
He realized the path of the strongest of the Sacred Emperor silently beca an obstacle.
Only by abandoning the path of the Sacred Emperor could he have a chance to achieve.
"Being able to engage in a life-or-death struggle with an opponent like you, the Divine Martial Emperor, in the last epoch of my life, I have no regrets!"
The Storm King of War’s tone beca bold, initiating his assault on the Divine Martial Emperor, as the war horns and drums began to sound, revealing the domain of war, transforming into a battlefield.
Countless gods of war followed his charge, echoing with the sounds of horses and chariots.
"Battle flas!"
The Storm King of War, carrying the gods of war, unleashed all his strength in one strike, producing innurable battle flas, and within those flas resided the spirit and will.
The battlefield he manifested was not re illusion but real scenes, once having occurred.
His path of attack, in this era, comprised the armies of the Saint Emperor Era, battling down opponents on the eternal path, annihilating them all.
This was engraved by the Storm King of War into his own path, transforming into the mightiest path of war, establishing his strength in the ninth realm.
Thus, it was not the Sacred Emperor suppressing his eternal path, but he himself unable to elevate the path of war to the eternal level.
"The torrent of troubled tis!"
Chu Yuan’s soul and spirit exploded forth.
His torrent of troubled tis surged forth, with countless figures appearing and morphing into nurous scenes, representing the many wars the empire had gone through.
The wars of the Saint Emperor Era had ended.
Yet Chu Yuan’s battles continued.
He launched the torrent of troubled tis with a profound will within: to shatter the old and create anew, to end chaos with chaos, heralding a new world, ushering in complete peace.
The Storm King of War could imdiately sense the power in the opponent’s torrent of troubled tis.
He could not retreat.
The two forces clashed violently, thunderously, causing an even greater destruction, with his path of war collapsing, unable to withstand the opponent’s profound will.
"Fist of War!"
The Storm King of War launched a fierce assault on Chu Yuan, with a series of War Fists, each punch imnsely powerful.
He was like a War God on the battlefield, pushing aside everything, beheading generals amidst the enemy ranks, and directly commanding troops to breach empires and capture emperors.
In his era of conquest, he lost count of the so-called emperors he had slain.
Chu Yuan t him with the Emperor’s Fist.
The power of this Emperor’s Fist was majestic, completely suppressing the War Fist. He, too, was an emperor battling amidst fires, subjugating the opponent with imperial will.
"Your era has ended."
Chu Yuan launched a strike, and in a furious exchange, the Storm King of War madly retreated.
"Kill! The power of the Divine Martial Emperor is too strong, the Storm King of War alone cannot stop him. We must all strike, even if we burn ourselves out and bleed out, we must stop him. Our era shall remain glorious forever!"
The other Sacred Kings, seeing this, erupted in a fierce roar, imdiately joining forces to support the Storm King of War.
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