Eternal Life as False Emperor

Suddenly, Lin Junrong swung the long whip, and the fiery whip, like a living viper, easily pierced through the protective aura of a Nether Spirit Race cultivator and wrapped him up.

The Nether Spirit Race cultivator barely started to resist when the flames on the whip erupted, turning him into a fireball.

The terrifying flames not only caused immense damage to the flesh but also incinerated their Spiritual Qi completely.

Shockingly, their Spiritual Qi became the sustenance for the flames, making them even more intense.

Then Lin Junrong flung the Nether Spirit Race cultivator away, heavily smashing him into another person.

The moment they collided, the flames exploded, blowing both into ashes.

Meanwhile, Lin Junrong himself crashed into another Nether Spirit Race cultivator, and somehow a short sword shimmering with silver light appeared in his other hand.

The instant the silver light appeared, the Nether Spirit Race cultivator seemed as though his entire Divine Soul was immobilized.

He watched helplessly as the short sword pierced into his chest without any response.

It wasn’t until the sword had completely pierced through him that the Nether Spirit Race cultivator started to move.

He desperately tried to raise his hand as if to save himself, but just as it lifted slightly, his body slowly dissipated and vanished in the blink of an eye.

At their first encounter, Lin Junrong hadn’t even fully unleashed his techniques, and the Golden Core Stage Nether Spirit Race cultivators had already suffered severe losses.

Compared to Lin Junrong’s rampage, Zheng Yi’s situation wasn’t as fortunate.

At first, Xuu Wan was quite uncertain when he saw Zheng Yi dare to confront him alone.

The Crocodile Nether Spirit Race cultivator was already one of the strongest he had ever encountered.

Though he had seen Enlightenment Stage experts, he had never really fought them.

However, he had trained with the Crocodile Nether Spirit Race numerous times.

Xuu Wan could clearly feel that the Crocodile Nether Spirit Race never went all out during their sparring sessions.

Even so, he had never won.

If the opponent got serious, he probably couldn’t last three breaths.

Yet this formidable foe was defeated by this guy before him in one move.

How could he not be intimidated?

So at the first moment Zheng Yi attacked, Xuu Wan’s instinct wasn’t to strike back, but to defend with all his might.

As long as he could withstand one move, he would turn and flee immediately.

In an instant, Zheng Yi’s palm struck heavily against Xuu Wan’s protective magical artifact.

A phantom, like a wine flask, blocked Zheng Yi’s attack, producing a thunderous roar.

The sound was so deafening, like thunderclaps, that Xuu Wan couldn’t help but tremble all over.

"It’s over!"

Just as this thought emerged, he suddenly realized something was off.

Zheng Yi’s attack appeared menacing as if it had boundless power.

However, it couldn’t even make the wine flask phantom shake, let alone break his protective magical artifact.

This really was a genuine attack from a Golden Core Peak Cultivator.

While this guy’s strength was indeed much stronger than ordinary Golden Core cultivators,

Nonetheless, his true strength was just around Golden Core mid-stage.

"Damn it, I’ve been deceived!" Xuu Wan felt an immense fury rise within his chest.

To think that a mid-stage Divinity Transformation expert like himself could be bluffed by a Golden Core mid-stage guy, thinking only of escaping rather than defeating him.

It was a monumental humiliation!

After cultivating for a thousand years, Xuu Wan had never felt as furious as he was now.

This Golden Core stage ant dared to be so presumptuous.

"I will kill you!" Xuu Wan gritted his teeth and growled.

His Divinity Transformation mid-stage cultivation soared to the peak, and with a flick of his wrist, a brush-shaped magical artifact appeared in his hand.

With a casual stroke, thick ink darkened half the sky, enveloping Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi’s expression was solemn, but inwardly he sneered: "You want to kill me? I’m afraid you won’t get the chance."

His main concern was this guy turning and running. If he escaped, having such a skilled Divinity Transformation expert lurking nearby could lead to sudden attacks, leaving them reeling.

Now, blinded by anger and solely focused on killing him to vent his rage, this played right into Zheng Yi’s hands.

"Fool, you fell for it!" Zheng Yi sneered coldly: "As if I Were Present!"

In that instant, imperial majesty manifested, and just by sound alone, the ink Xuu Wan poured out was torn to shreds.

Despite the seemingly grand display, Zheng Yi wasn’t in an easy condition either.

Even though he and Lin Junrong had dual cultivated beforehand, gaining a lot of Divinity Transformation Stage Spiritual Qi from her,

these energies ultimately didn’t belong to him.

In a confrontation of equal realms, the consumption of this Spiritual Qi was enormous.

Just one attack consumed about one-third.

"How is this possible?" Xuu Wan was shocked.

Did he see wrongly? Was this guy a Divinity Transformation expert, merely disguising his realm as Golden Core mid-stage?

Given such deceitful tactics, it wasn’t surprising for him to do this.

But soon, Xuu Wan rejected this notion.

Even though in that brief moment, the opponent indeed unleashed Divinity Transformation power, such power certainly wasn’t from this kid.

Clearly, the opponent must have similar artifacts capable of transcending two realms.

These artifacts were noticeably weaker than the one that instantly killed the peak Divinity Transformation expert earlier.

"Young one, I’ve long discerned your tricks. Let’s see what else you’ve got. Prepare to die!"

Once again, Xuu Wan launched a fierce assault on Zheng Yi.

Now aware of Zheng Yi’s true strength, he held nothing back this time.

"Rather clever," Zheng Yi sighed inwardly, realizing the Nether Spirit Race cultivator before him was much smarter than the others and wasn’t fooled by him.

With the opponent attacking with full force, Zheng Yi naturally dared not slack off.

With a flick of his sleeve: "An Emperor’s rage, a million corpses fall."

Light radiated from Zheng Yi, and a royal figure in a Dragon Robe, whose face remained indistinct, appeared behind him.

With a wave of a long sword in hand, an unrivaled force was unleashed.

Their attacks clashed, surprisingly ending in a draw, with neither side able to best the other.

However, after this exchange, Xuu Wan was unscathed, while Zheng Yi’s face turned ashen, evidently having expended significant energy.

Seeing this, Xuu Wan was even more convinced of his hypothesis.

This young fellow couldn’t possibly be a Divinity Transformation expert.

"Let’s see how many more strikes you can block. Die!"

A deluge of attacks surged forth, yet Zheng Yi had only about ten to twenty percent of his Divinity Transformation Spiritual Qi left.

"An Emperor’s rage, a million corpses fall!" Zheng Yi gritted his teeth, desperately summoning all remaining Divinity Transformation Spiritual Qi to meet Xuu Wan’s onslaught.

Their attacks only stalemated for an instant before Zheng Yi’s Spiritual Qi was exhausted.

Despite Xuu Wan’s attack being reduced by seventy to eighty percent, what remained still nearly cost Zheng Yi his life.

Puh!

Zheng Yi spewed blood violently, sent flying backward, with the rampant Spiritual Qi coursing through his body nearly shattering all his bones and meridians.

Xuu Wan was ecstatic at the sight: "I knew it, this guy’s strength wasn’t so fearsome."

Seizing the opportunity, Xuu Wan didn’t give Zheng Yi a moment to breathe, leaping forward to kill him.

This guy had become quite renowned in the Nether King Hall.

Eliminating Zheng Yi would undoubtedly secure him favor from His Highness the Nether King.

The entire Nether King Hall spoke highly of Zheng Yi’s cunning and resourcefulness, warning he was no ordinary figure.

No matter his cultivation, utmost caution was advised when facing him.

Initially, Xuu Wan believed this, too. But as the battle progressed, he found Zheng Yi wasn’t as fearsome as rumored.

In the end, regardless of his many schemes, they were useless against absolute power.

Now severely wounded, having taken his blow, Zheng Yi’s meridians and bones were likely shattered, rendering him useless.

What could he possibly do at this point?

Originally, this was Xuu Wan’s thinking, but just as he was about to finish Zheng Yi...

He suddenly noticed, seemingly unnoticed, a small, unimpressive flying sword in Zheng Yi’s hand.

"It’s a trap!"