Aman wielded the Western Desert Axe, his entire body glowing with golden runes, eyes like golden lamps, like a golden giant, his whole body surging with blood energy, shaking the heavens.
Aman didn't know cultivation, nor any techniques; he only relied on brute strength to fight fiercely. Because of this, his moves were reckless chopping and slashing, without any pattern.
If anyone judged Aman's next move based on rich experience, they would be doomed. Who knows how many strong fighters have been killed by Aman just like that.
"Boom!"
Facing Aman's axe, even Ye Ming dared not be careless. He had to meet it with all his might. With a loud explosion, Aman was sent flying again, and Ye Ming's tiger's mouth was shattered, blood gushing out.
"Clang"
Ye Ming's bone spear reached his left hand, blocking Ye Zhiqiu's sword. The two domain artifacts collided, erupting with ten thousand miles of frost. The laws of heaven and earth shattered, turning into a sky full of ice and snow.
Ye Zhiqiu's long hair fluttered, her face cold and indifferent, like a goddess of frost descending from the heavens. Amid the strange phenomenon behind her, the Guanghan Palace appeared, and with a single sword strike, the sky was frozen.
Ye Ming blocked a sword strike, but his entire body was covered in frost. A terrifying cold invaded his body like billions of steel needles piercing his flesh.
"Undying Nether Energy!"
Ye Ming shouted sharply, shattering the frost around him, using Nether Energy to block the invasion of icy power.
The bone spear in his hand smashed forward fiercely, hitting a silent arrow Mo Nian had shot. It had to be said, Ye Ming could still maintain absolute control even when fighting three opponents at once.
"Bang!"
Ye Ming had thought Mo Nian's arrow was a fatal blow, a full-power strike, but the arrow shattered instantly. Only then did he realize he had been tricked—the arrow had only momentum but no power.
He struck with all his might, as if hitting cotton. His body staggered and lost his balance. At that moment, an arrow with a terrifying roar came toward his chest. He tried to dodge but it was too late.
"Boom!"
The arrow exploded in Ye Ming's chest. Even though Ye Ming activated his imperial power to protect himself, his chest was still blown apart and a mess of flesh.
"Mo Nian, I..."
Ye Ming roared. Mo Nian was too gloomy—the first arrow was illusory, the second was real, and he had set him up again.
Moreover, Mo Nian was too ruthless. He knew that if Ye Ming shot Ye Ming's head, he would sense it and deliberately target non-lethal spots to make his reaction less sensitive, making it impossible to dodge.
But the calculation wasn't fatal; the pain was real. After the explosive arrow shattered, many spikes remained inside the flesh and blood, and the spikes had barbs. To pull them out, you had to take a lot of flesh and blood away. The pain was simply insane.
"Rumble... Aman
charged at Ye Ming again, while Ye Zhiqiu's sword slashed down with a swirl of frost.
Ye Ming roared in fury. Aman's brute strength was terrifying, while Ye Zhiqiu's frost power was formidable, leaving Ye Ming at a loss. What infuriated him most was that Mo Nian was sneaking attacks from afar, sometimes driving the Zhongzhou Cauldron to smash at him to help the two of them.
Ye Ming's lungs were about to explode with rage. The three of them attacked him and managed to hold him back, not daring to be careless for a moment. One wrong move and he could be tricked by Mo Nian, or even killed alive.
"Zheng"
Suddenly, a zither sounded, and Ye Ming's heart raced wildly. In that instant, his breath seemed to freeze.
"Boom!"
But Aman struck him with an axe and sent him flying. Ye Ming turned to look, and at some point, Ziyan had appeared as well.
At this moment, Ziyan had also advanced to the Emperor Realm, radiating a chilling killing intent. Her jade hand flicked, and the music of the zither carried a violent killing intent.
With every pluck of the strings, Ye Ming's mind was shaken, startling him to realize he had been affected by Ziyan's music.
"Pfft"
Ye Ming had just blocked Ye Zhiqiu's sword when Mo Nian's arrow flew past his cheek, slashing a large gap that nearly pierced his head.
Ye Ming was shocked. Ziyan was playing the Demonic Sound Soul-Refining Melody, which had killed countless powerful beings from beyond the realm before.
Now, Ziyan had advanced from Saint to Emperor, and the Demonic Sound Soul Refining Melody was being used solely for him. He felt as if his soul was being pulled out—on one hand, he had to resist the zither's soul invasion and also have to deal with battles, which immediately caused him a heavy loss.
"Stop him!"
Mo Nian suddenly shouted, his longbow trembling as three arrows flew past in succession. Just as Mo Nian had predicted, Ye Ming sensed danger and actually fled.
But Mo Nian's three arrows flew from three different directions, blocking his retreat. He shattered all three arrows, and Aman's giant axe and Ye Zhiqiu's long sword slashed down.
"Boom!"
Ye Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, blocking Aman's strike. Because his power couldn't be fully channeled, Ye Zhiqiu pierced his chest with a single sword strike, freezing his chest in an instant and severely wounding him.
"Kill him."
Mo Nian shouted, "The opportunity has come! Ziyan's Demonic Sound Soul-Refining Melody is terrifying—even a Great Emperor can't resist it. With his mind in turmoil, killing him becomes easy."
"Boom boom boom... The
Undying Clan experts saw things were going wrong and rushed over. The Ghost Division was the first to rush in, charging straight at Ziyan. Ziyan was the most terrifying among them.
"Get lost!" Suddenly,
Ziyan slammed her hands the South Sea Zither, its seven strings trembling. With a loud explosion, divine light appeared on the zither, transforming into seven long swords that slashed down at the Ghost Officer.
"Boom!"
The Ghost Officer tried his best to resist, but was slashed away by the Seven Swords, rolling far away. By the time he steadied himself, seven bloody holes had appeared on his body.
The Ghost Division was shocked. If Ziyan hadn't been so eager to deal with Ye Ming, focusing all her strength on him, he would probably be dead by now.
"How could this be?"
Gui Si was stunned. How could Ziyan's power be so terrifying? What he didn't know was that Ziyan had endured great hardships, transforming from a kind and innocent person into someone filled with endless resentment.
This extreme transformation from white to black, from good to evil, forms a unique will, just like when a good person turns into a bad person, they become extremely evil.
Ziyan's education was always based on goodness and not harming the lives of all beings, but Nanhai Qin sealed her cultivation. When she was snatching treasures in the Yin-Yang Realm, she saw through the evil nature of people.
At this moment, Nanhaiqin had already planted a seed in Ziyan's heart, but this seed had always been suppressed by her. She still believed the world was kind and beautiful.
Until that day, she and Long Chen were schemed against, watching helplessly as Long Chen was betrayed by her and fell into a desperate situation.
She saw through Lord Lesi's hypocritical face. From that moment, the seed inside her, long suppressed, erupted completely, taking root and sprouting in an instant. Once suppressed, once it erupted, it would be an unimaginable force.
The Demonic Sound Soul Refining Melody was created by Emperor Hanwei, but Ziyan was able to surpass the master. This Demonic Sound Soul Refining Song was even stronger than Emperor Hanwei.
If it weren't for the fact that half of the Nanhai Qin's power was used to buff the Five Emperors' barrier, Ziyan alone could have dealt with Ye Ming.
Ye Ming was trapped in a desperate situation. Countless Undying Clan powerhouses frantically flooded the battlefield, repeating their old tricks, even resorting to self-destruction to disrupt Mo Nian and the others' joint attack, buying Ye Ming a chance to catch his breath. At this moment, the terrifying nature of the Undying Clan became apparent—they had unwavering faith and feared no death.
"Stop, stop, stop fighting."
Mo Nian suddenly shouted. If this continued, it would increase even more blood soul power. Mo Nian grabbed Aman, who was about to charge forward, but as soon as he grabbed Aman, his expression changed.
"Boom!"
The altar's aura within the demon beast clan surged violently and shattered. The crown of the Emperor's Dao with the head of the nine-headed lion appeared, and after Ye Ming, the nine-headed lion also proved himself emperor.
"Roar!"
The nine-headed lion howled toward the sky, shattering mountains and trembling through the ages. Its powerful aura burst forth, its eyes filled with endless killing intent:
"Long Chen, come out and die."