C16 The Emperor Has Descended

No one could discern the origin of the golden figure.

In a flash, he appeared before them.

Zheng Changyu was both shocked and enraged. His powerful strike, fueled by the burning of his own lifeblood, had been effortlessly blocked?

Who was this individual?!

And why was he opposing him?!

It wasn't just Zheng Changyu; all the spectators were equally bewildered.

Could it be that these notorious demons had reinforcements?

Among the entire crowd, only Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu harbored no doubts.

Why would they be puzzled or curious?

In their hearts, this figure had been their protector for a lifetime.

At this moment, Wang Jingyu was utterly dumbfounded, his armor long since discarded.

He needed to clearly see the face before him.

The fearsome demon, now shaking uncontrollably, had tears the size of beans cascading down his face, unstoppable.

Thud!

Before the eyes of all, Wang Jingyu collapsed to his knees, weeping bitterly.

From afar, Lee Hongyu, initially taken aback, swiftly transformed into a streak of light and plunged downward, tears streaming down his face, tracing an arc through the air.

He had longed for this figure, absent for eight hundred years, over countless moments.

Thud!

As he reached Wang Jingyu's side, Lee Hongyu too abruptly fell to his knees.

This astounding sight left everyone present dumbstruck.

These two men were the infamous, world-renowned demons!

One was a unique genius who had mastered the art of architecture.

The other, a once-in-a-millennium prodigy in the art of formations.

Two God Stage Experts, weeping and kneeling before the golden figure?!

What in the world was happening?!

"Disciple Wang Jingyu!"

"Disciple Lee Hongyu!"

Their voices, laden with sobs, echoed through the night, crystal clear to every listener.

"We greet you, Master!"

This salutation struck everyone like thunder from a clear sky.

The once noisy scene was now enveloped in an eerie silence.

The two notorious demons, also revered as God Stage Experts, were calling the golden figure their Master?!

Who exactly was this golden presence? Had an Ancestor revealed himself?

The mentor of two God Stage Experts – what level of power did he possess?

"Good disciple, take out that man first, then come back and catch up with your master," Shen Jun said with a smile.

He had already played a trump card.

Zheng Changyu, having burnt his blood essence, had conjured a sky full of sword rain. Now, drained of his strength, he was undoubtedly extremely weak. With Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu joining forces against him, he stood no chance of survival.

And as for his own trump cards, he would save them whenever possible. After all, each one used was one less in his arsenal, a thought that pained him.

"I will go and vanquish this old foe right away. Please, you must hold on a little longer; don't fade away. I dream of speaking with you again, to say just a few more words," Wang Jingyu said, his voice choked with emotion as he rose to his feet.

He still couldn't believe that Shen Jun had truly come back to life. He had assumed that the figure before him was merely a phantom, a life-saving illusion triggered by the trump card Shen Jun had left with him.

Lee Hongyu shared this sentiment, eager to dispatch Zheng Changyu quickly so they could spend more time with their master.

Wiping away their tears, they unleashed the full, fearsome power of the God Stage. Their might was unstoppable!

Lee Hongyu's hands danced through the air, forming countless seals in an instant. The space around them trembled.

A majestic formation sprang up, enveloping the area. At its four corners, the sacred beasts—the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Black Tortoise—manifested, roaring as they lunged at Zheng Changyu.

Wang Jingyu donned his armor once more, and with its amplification, he launched seven or eight massive void palm prints.

The brothers' coordinated assault left Zheng Changyu with no room to counter. He was forced to retreat, overwhelmed and in disarray.

Wave after wave, their onslaught was relentless, while Zheng Changyu could do nothing but fend off their attacks. His defeat and death were merely a matter of time.

Finally, after fending off yet another Void Palm Seal, Zheng Changyu's sword clattered to the ground.

Lee Hongyu and Wang Jingyu exchanged a glance. Without a word, they perfectly synchronized their final, devastating strike.

"Four Saint Heaven Swallowing Formation, strike!"

"Void Palm, strike!"

The repeated cries of 'strike' sent Zheng Changyu's heart racing with terror.

I can't withstand this attack!

I must use that item!

With a grimace, Zheng Changyu pulled a bright yellow talisman from his robes.

Whoosh!

The talisman burst into flames and vanished in the blink of an eye.

If even Old Zhang, who made his living by tomb raiding, had a life-saving ace up his sleeve, then surely Zheng Changyu, a Sect Master and peak-level expert, would have his own.

At the God Stage, determining the victor was straightforward.

But to decide life or death was an entirely different challenge, as daunting as reaching the heavens!

As the two lethal moves were about to claim Zheng Changyu's life, a ghostly shadow materialized before him.

With a gentle wave of its hand, as if brushing aside a strand of smoke, the shadow dissipated the threat.

Four sacred beasts, their vital energies surging like rivers.

Countless Void Palm strikes, each one formidable.

All vanished in a mere moment.

The shadow, having effortlessly deflected the brothers' offensive, cast an imposing look around the room.

Those caught in its gaze involuntarily shuddered, a primal fear stirring in their souls.

Even Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu found themselves nervously swallowing.

An Emperor Sovereign!

This shadow was none other than an Emperor Sovereign!

"I am Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng of the Star Sea Holy Land. How dare you lay hands on my subordinates?"

"I shall grant you the opportunity to end your own lives."

"Do proceed swiftly; do not keep me waiting."

The presence of the Emperor Sovereign was commanding and imperious.

But Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu were unfazed.

In fact, the revelation that they faced Emperor Sovereign Kangcheng of the Star Sea Holy Land only fueled their rage!

Take our own lives?

With our master watching, we cannot afford such disgrace!

What does it matter if he is an Emperor Sovereign? Today, my brother and I are prepared to fight to the death, even if it means peeling off a layer of your hide!

Without hesitation, the pair once again began to amass their Spiritual Force, readying themselves for another assault.

"An Emperor Sovereign? Merely a divine thought, and you think to intimidate us?"

The voice was laced with scornful laughter.

Shen Jun dispelled the golden aura enveloping him and chuckled, "If you're trying to deceive me, you'd better summon the real deal."

It was at this moment that the crowd truly grasped the extent of their master's cultivation.

Second level of the Supernatural Power Stage?

Could there be some mistake?

How could he possibly be at the second level of the Supernatural Power Stage?!

No, something's off. They must have been misled by the senior's formidable divine powers.

Someone at the Supernatural Power Stage shouldn't even be able to fly, yet this man stood effortlessly upon the void.

"You have the audacity to defy the Imperial Decree?"

The Dark Shadow spoke in a voice so deep it was chilling, as he began to gather a divine radiance in his hand.

"Enough of your incessant chirping, it's grating!"

With a thunderous roar from his tongue, Shen Jun's wrist flicked sharply, and a slender needle, aglow with a spectrum of brilliant light, pierced through the air with incredible speed.

Swoosh!

Accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, the Emperor Sovereign's shadow shattered into fragments.

Zheng Changyu, caught directly behind the Dark Shadow, was impaled without any chance of survival. His soul was obliterated, doomed to never find peace or rebirth.

Yet the force of the rainbow-hued divine needle did not wane, continuing its flight towards the horizon with breathtaking velocity.

Its destination was the Star Sea Holy Land.

Shen Jun's gaze was icy.

The Star Sea Holy Land!

Always the Star Sea Holy Land!

Eight hundred years ago, I lacked the power to confront you.

But now, the tables have turned!

This Rainbow Glass Needle is my welcoming gift to you upon our reunion.