Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 737 - 735: Sword Immortal Descends, Ancient Emperor Battlefield!

Chapter 737: Chapter 735: Sword Immortal Descends, Ancient Emperor Battlefield!

"Su Baliu, what are you doing!!!"

Upon seeing Su Han reaching towards him, Duanmu Wuji was initially stunned, then rage engulfed him like a fiery tempest, almost tearing his throat apart as he bellowed.

He had thought that as long as Phoenix Sect occupied those four major wellheads at Jade Void Palace, they would stay there obediently, waiting for the eruption.

After all, it had always been this way, nearly becoming a rule.

However, he hadn’t expected that Phoenix Sect would completely disregard the usual protocols. To seize control was one thing, but what Su Baliu had taken was not the Sage’s Skull but... himself!

"Four major wellheads are too few, I shall take those of Sword Immortal Tomb too," Su Han said indifferently.

"Bullshit!!!"

Duanmu Wuji clenched his teeth in anger; veins on his forehead bulged: "Su Baliu, I see you truly haven’t died once to know the vastness of heaven and earth!"

"Then why not come and let Su someone die once?"

Su Han’s gaze suddenly turned icy cold, his large hand sweeping across the sky, directly sweeping aside those in front of Duanmu Wuji. They spurted blood, their bodies shook violently as if all their internal organs were about to shatter, and they were sent flying backwards.

In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Wuji’s figure was completely exposed among the crowd.

"Protect Young Master Limitless!" someone shouted.

"Protect? Hahaha...Can you really protect him?!"

From that moment, Liushui’s voice emerged, his body covered in transparent light barriers resembling Earth Guardian’s spatial defensive magic—Spatial Cage!

This Spatial Cage could imprison oneself, boosting one’s defensive power, or imprison the opponent to prevent them from escaping.

As Liuyun charged forward, numerous Flying Swords descended from the void, reflecting dazzling, brilliant colors like a sword rain, thundering towards the people of Sword Immortal Tomb.

Upon seeing this scene, the expressions of the people from Sword Immortal Tomb turned exceedingly grim and ugly.

They were in a desperate situation themselves, barely able to protect themselves, let alone protect Duanmu Wuji.

Nobody had expected that Phoenix Sect would strike again, so although the people from the subordinate Sects of Sword Immortal Tomb had reacted and rushed out, it was already too late.

The people of Phoenix Sect engaged the people of Sword Immortal Tomb, while Su Han, with a flash of his eyes, took one step and directly appeared in front of Duanmu Wuji.

Knowing how terrifying Su Han was, Duanmu Wuji, without hesitation, swallowed a Divine Stone as soon as he saw Su Han charging toward him.

"Boom!"

As soon as he swallowed it, Su Han’s palm ferociously pierced through Duanmu Wuji’s body from behind.

Duanmu Wuji’s eyes widened in disbelief, as the figure of Su Han in front of him slowly began to dissipate, clearly an afterimage left by Su Han.

"How can your speed be so fast!"

The Divine Stone swiftly repaired Duanmu Wuji’s injuries. Despite not feeling the pain, a profound sense of danger engulfed him, causing all the hair on his body to stand on end.

"Someone, quick, help!!!" Duanmu Wuji screamed.

"Boom!"

The moment his words fell, Su Han’s palm once again slammed into the top of Duanmu Wuji’s head.

Duanmu Wuji’s head burst open, but since he had swallowed another Divine Stone, his shattered head was rapidly repairing itself.

Against Su Han, Duanmu Wuji was utterly like an ant with no chance of attacking, let alone blocking.

"I want to see just how many such Divine Stones you have!"

With a cold snort, Su Han continuously attacked.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

With each repeated bombardment, Duanmu Wuji’s body, at a certain moment, finally exploded completely, and no longer regenerated.

His Divine Stone had completely run out.

"Su Baliu!!!"

Duanmu Wuji’s Primordial Spirit burst out, grinding his teeth and screeching shrilly.

Su Han’s expression was icy as he reached out to grab Duanmu Wuji’s Primordial Spirit.

"You want to kill me? Impossible!"

Duanmu Wuji roared, "I will let you know the consequences of offending my Sword Immortal Tomb!!!"

As his voice fell, Duanmu Wuji flipped his palm, and immediately a rune seal appeared.

This rune seal was covered with runes that had an extremely ancient and timeworn look, seemingly existing for at least ten thousand years.

Upon revealing the rune, Duanmu Wuji fiercely clapped it, and just as his Primordial Spirit was about to be caught by Su Han, he shouted, "With my soul, I sacrifice to the Sword Immortal, with my blood, I summon the Ancestor Bloodline, with my body... descend, Sword Immortal!!!"

"Buzz~"

The moment his voice fell, a golden radiance suddenly burst forth from Duanmu Wuji’s body.

At that moment, Su Han’s palm struck Duanmu Wuji’s body, but the golden radiance emitted an extremely astonishing Power of Rebound, causing Su Han’s hand to pause, slightly retreating.

"Whoosh!"

Simultaneously, the golden radiance on Duanmu Wuji’s body formed a Light Pillar, shooting straight into the sky.

This golden Light Pillar seemed capable of absorbing mist and clouds, growing thicker, bigger, and taller as it absorbed more. Finally, an illusionary figure abruptly appeared from above.

This figure had a confused look in his eyes, his eyes were hollow, and he was muttering, speaking some incomprehensible words.

In his hands, he also held a golden longsword, but now, the longsword appeared rusty and corroded, as if it had endured endless corrosion and was gradually fading after countless ages.

From this figure, Su Han felt an extremely terrifying oppressive force and from the golden longsword’s aura, he sensed a dense sharpness.

"Sword Immortal, descend!"

Duanmu Wuji spoke again, his Primordial Spirit nearly twisting, seemingly having used a great deal of the Power of the Primordial Spirit to summon the descent of the Sword Immortal.

As these words fell, the confusion in the illusory figure’s eyes disappeared, as if it had gained a Divine Soul.

Its figure flashed, descending directly from the golden Light Pillar into Duanmu Wuji’s Primordial Spirit.

"Ahh!!!"

At this moment, Duanmu Wuji’s face became hideously distorted, his Primordial Spirit trembling continuously as if it were suffering intense extreme pain.

Simultaneously, the body that had already exploded was rapidly regrowing flesh and blood, and soon, another complete body was displayed in front of Su Han.

However, at this moment, Duanmu Wuji, clearly different from before, had changed drastically in demeanor, his eyes brimming with golden light, void of any previous expression, resembling a puppet.

"Ancient Emperor Battlefield..."

With a timeworn voice, these words came from Duanmu Wuji’s mouth, but the voice had completely changed, no longer youthful, but instead a hoarse voice filled with weathered ruggedness.

As these four words fell, Su Han’s body shook violently.

Even at this moment, the clouds above the Void tumbled, rapidly transforming into a giant hand, pressing down directly towards Duanmu Wuji!