Chapter 119: A Single Sword Stroke Is Enough

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After all, Jiang Yuan was the Great King, and everything was ultimately decided by him.

After a brief struggle, Zhang Kui decided to let the Great King handle the matter personally.

For one thing, this was the Great King’s command. For another, the Great King had always been exceedingly mysterious in their eyes, and there always seemed to be something about him capable of catching people off guard.

Perhaps the Great King would surprise him again this time. That was what Zhang Kui thought.

“If the Great King wishes to use this man for practice, I certainly will not object. But please do not force yourself. If your magical power begins to fail, be sure to call for me,” Zhang Kui urged.

The Great King could not afford to suffer even the slightest mishap now.

Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded. “Do not worry. I know my own limits.”

Of course, he was not foolish enough to put his life in danger. If he could not win, yet insisted on fighting anyway, what would that be but stupidity? He had plenty of subordinates, after all.

If things truly went wrong, he could simply have Zhang Lanying take the field. His opponent was merely a late-stage Golden Immortal; Zhang Lanying would not need to expend much effort to deal with him.

Jiang Yuan merely wanted to test his own strength. They were both at the Golden Immortal realm, though his cultivation was not as high as Yun Yi’s.

But the cultivation technique he practiced was extraordinary. Jiang Yuan was certain that Yun Yi’s magical power could not possibly be as profound and abundant as his own.

“Who exactly are you?” Yun Yi asked, frowning as he looked at Jiang Yuan.

Anyone capable of making a man whose strength was nearly equal to his own risk life and limb for him could not possibly hold an ordinary position.

“What is it with you father and son? Do you both enjoy asking such brainless questions? Is it not obvious who I am? I am the Human Emperor of Heaven, Earth, and Man!” Jiang Yuan said impatiently.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Xuanyuan Sword he had obtained in the Heavenly Abyss appeared in his hand.

Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. How could Jiang Yuan possibly afford to underestimate Yun Yi?

“So you are the Human Emperor of that lowly race,” Yun Yi said with a cold laugh. “You actually dare come to the territory of the Heavenly Clan and make trouble? I think you truly do not wish to live!”

He had already sent out a signal. Before long, members of his clan would arrive to reinforce him.

The Human Emperor?

He would soon be no more.

“Then I would very much like to see how you intend to stop me from living,” Jiang Yuan said, raising an eyebrow in disdain.

He then gripped the Xuanyuan Sword and slowly advanced toward Yun Yi.

Yun Yi did not waste any more time arguing with him. He knew that the Heavenly Emperor had long been dissatisfied with the human race, especially with its Human Emperor.

If he could capture the Human Emperor alive today, it would certainly be a great achievement in the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor.

Perhaps he might even advance several places in the ranking of elders.

At that thought, Yun Yi’s heart began to burn with eagerness.

Before Jiang Yuan could reach him, Yun Yi took the initiative and charged forward.

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“Dense Clouds Without Rain!”

Yun Yi slashed with his sword, and Jiang Yuan suddenly felt as though he had been trapped within a sealed space.

Visibility inside this space was extremely limited. Nothing could be seen clearly, as if dark clouds had gathered in the sky just before a torrential downpour.

The corner of Jiang Yuan’s mouth twitched. He had been worried that Yun Yi might hold back and prevent him from testing his true combat strength. He had never expected the man to be even more enthusiastic than he had imagined.

When Zhang Kui saw that the Great King had been trapped, concern appeared on his face. The others also felt their hearts tighten.

Only Nezha wore a look of anticipation. Once again, he would be able to learn plenty of new techniques from Old Jiang.

Of all the moves Old Jiang had used last time, Nezha liked the Dog-Beating Staff Technique best. It was catchy to shout, though he was already growing tired of using it.

Whenever Nezha sparred with Yin Jiao, he always shouted the name of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.

Nezha felt that the words “dog beating” were simply too imposing. They treated the enemy as a dog, after all.

He was not particularly fond of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. Comparing one’s opponent to a dragon was giving him far too much credit.

Jiang Yuan did not disappoint Nezha.

He knew that Nezha was waiting to see what technique he would use, and a mischievous idea suddenly arose in his heart.

They were all merely names for techniques. What did it matter how he used them?

“Awei’s Eighteen Forms—Poisonous Dragon Drill!”

With a great shout, Jiang Yuan raised the Xuanyuan Sword and hacked toward the sealed space around Yun Yi.

The sealed space was cleaved apart by Jiang Yuan without offering the slightest resistance.

It was impossible to tell whether this was because the Xuanyuan Sword was too sharp or because Jiang Yuan’s magical power was too formidable.

In any case, Yun Yi was also bewildered as to how Jiang Yuan had managed to split apart his spatial confinement with a single stroke.

Was it not said that the Human Emperor could not cultivate? By all rights, Jiang Yuan’s strength should not have been enough to break this spatial-binding spell.

Could this be a false Human Emperor?

Yet Jiang Yuan’s aura did not resemble that of an impostor. Moreover, a faint aura of destiny seemed to shelter him. He should indeed be the true Human Emperor.

But how had he acquired such strength?

This was not even his capital city of Chaoge.

“You are not subject to the restrictions on cultivation?” Yun Yi asked, voicing his confusion.

Jiang Yuan smiled faintly. “I am the Human Emperor. Who in this world could restrict my cultivation? The Saints? They are not worthy!”

His expression was filled with confidence and disdain.

“Since you have already made your move, then take one from me.”

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After saying this, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt as though they were fighting according to the rules of a turn-based game, with each side taking one move in turn.

But he had no time to dwell on it. He only wanted to test his own strength, and given the pride of the Heavenly Clan, Yun Yi would probably not refuse to let him attack.

Jiang Yuan grasped the sword with both hands and fixed his gaze ahead, staring intently at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi’s expression was solemn. He had actually sensed a hint of danger from Jiang Yuan’s imposing presence.

He had no choice but to prepare himself with utmost seriousness. Suddenly, he recalled the terror of the human race in ancient times.

The Human Emperor had never been an existence he could afford to underestimate.

“Awei’s Eighteen Forms—Heaven and Earth Ablaze!”

Jiang Yuan poured his magical power into the Xuanyuan Sword and swung it with tremendous force. A golden sword aura shot toward Yun Yi at terrifying speed.

Yun Yi felt the oppressive force contained within it.

At the same time, he sensed the Human Emperor’s true cultivation level.

He was actually a Golden Immortal as well!

Yun Yi found this utterly inconceivable. The Human Emperor should have been no more than sixty years old, should he not?

Was it not said that the Saints had used their means to restrict the Human Emperor, preventing him from reaching any profound cultivation realm? How, then, had the current Human Emperor reached the Golden Immortal realm?

There was no time for him to consider any of that now, because the golden sword aura was already rushing straight toward his face.

“Flame Wall!”

Yun Yi hurriedly cast a spell to defend himself, and a crimson wall of magical power appeared before him.

What he never could have imagined was that the wall failed to withstand Jiang Yuan’s sword aura for more than a moment.

The defensive wall formed from condensed magical power was swiftly shattered by the sword aura.

The sword aura slammed directly into Yun Yi, sending him flying backward as blood poured continuously from his mouth.

The Human Emperor’s cultivation was clearly inferior to his own. How could his strength be so overwhelming? How could his attack possess such terrifying destructive power?

By the time Yun Yi recovered his senses, Jiang Yuan had already appeared silently before him, the Xuanyuan Sword pointing directly at his throat.

“It seems I only need one sword to deal with you,” Jiang Yuan said, looking at Yun Yi with mocking amusement.

Had he not been arrogant earlier? How did it feel to have reality slap him in the face?

Everyone present except Nezha was rendered speechless.

Was this truly the strength of the Human Emperor?