Emperor Shun launched the sword move, and the entire Midland changed. Ji Hao, who was in the Chi Ban Mountain, millions of miles away, suddenly raised his head as if he had sensed something. Inside his body, a warm stream of power had been surging, and an indescribable power had been surging inside his body. It was like a dragon had been hiding in the deepest part of his body, and could burst out at any time, soaring into the sky.
Not only Ji Hao, all human warriors on the battlefield raised their heads simultaneously, glancing at the sky, at a spot that couldn't be seen beyond the sky. After that, all warriors lowered their heads, growled hoarsely, and threw themselves into the slaughter.
The speed at which every warrior wielded their weapons was raised by thirty percent, and the power of each strike was raised by thirty percent as well. Blood veins bulged under the skin of every single warrior, and their blood surged. Their blood was boiling, and their hearts were no longer frightened or disturbed.
"What happened?" Ji Hao's expression changed in fear.
In his spiritual space, the mysterious man showed up. His eyes sparkled with a blue light as he murmured in a low voice, "Did you leave the sword here?"
Up in the sky, Dishi Yanluo narrowed his eyes, looking at the long sword held in Emperor Shun's hand. A sphere of golden light enveloped the sword. Even with Dishi Yanluo's power, he could only faintly see large amounts of characters and patterns embossed on the sword.
"You are not Emperor Xuanyuan!" Dishi Yanluo sneered, stood up and pulled out the sword with his right hand. A beam of black and red sword light dazzled out. Immediately, half of the sky was shrouded by dark clouds. From the dark clouds, countless blood-red light streams poured down, splashing in all directions like a waterfall.
"Therefore, in your hands, this sword can't release its power at all!" Dishi Yanluo laughed out loud, straightened his body and moved forward. His steps were heavy, and within a short moment, he launched three sword moves in a row.
The first move was launched. Blood-red light streams surged out, and tens of thousands of silhouettes of flying dragons were all shattered.
The second move was launched. Black smoke filled the sky, and the golden light of the long sword held in Emperor Shun's hand dimmed down.
The third move was launched, and the entire world was darkened. The surrounding universe was shaking. Emperor Shun let out a muffled moan, and couldn't even stand steadily. He staggered backward for tens of steps in a row, and every single step he took was nearly a hundred miles away. Within a moment, he had moved thousands of miles away.
"Look, look!" Dishi Yanluo gripped his long sword and laughed hysterically, "Back then, you were still a minister of Emperor Yao, and I was only a commander of the Blood Moon army. But you hunted me for a whole three months without any rest, and killed a thousand and two-hundred of my trusted guards. Five of my brothers were all severely injured by you, and nearly died under your sword."
"But, Emperor Shun, this is the gap between us and the humankind!" Dishi Yanluo raised the long sword held in his hand and let out a resonant growl. Hundreds of miles long beams of black light darted out from his three eyes. Wherever those beams of black light darted across, slight ripples would be stirred up in the air.
"How many years has it been since you ascended the throne of the Human King? Three hundred years? Five hundred years? Or a thousand years? How much has your strength improved compared to back then? " Dishi Yanluo growled harshly, "I have only taken over the position of the Emperor in power for a short period of one year and eight months. The great, supreme Blood Moon has gifted me with an inexhaustible divine power. My current power has easily surpassed yours!"
Emperor Shun gasped slightly. The long sword held in his hand let out a slight buzzing sound, and continuously glowed with a dazzling light. He looked at Dishi Yanluo and said blandly, "Although I don't want to, I have to admit that you monsters are indeed hundreds of times more powerful than our humankind. But, so what? "
Slowly raising the long sword held in his hand, Emperor Shun said in a deep voice, "Back then, you couldn't keep us as slaves forever … and still can't. The three ancient emperors aren't here, and our waists can't be broken so easily! "
Dishi Yanluo let out a heavy breath, a beam of fierce and vicious light flashed across his eyes, "What I hate the most is your so-called backbone and integrity! Isn't it better to just be our slaves? Look at those non-humankind slaves we are using now. Aren't they living a happy life? You are just like them, weak, ignorant, uncivilized creatures. They are willing to be slaves, why can't you? "
Emperor Shun shook his head and chuckled. The long sword held in his hand once again released tens of thousands of dragon silhouettes.
At the same time, the four silhouettes behind him took a step forward simultaneously. The silhouettes of these four silhouettes were hazy, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly. Emperor Shun wielded his sword, and at the same time, oddly shaped long swords appeared in their hands. Black, white, red and green, four different colored sword lights dazzled out, perfectly merging with the golden sword light held in Emperor Shun's hand.
The five colored sword lights transformed into a splendid beam of light, darting up into the sky. Before, tens of thousands of flying dragons had now turned into millions of dragon silhouettes, piercing through the air.
The dark clouds in the sky collapsed, and the blood-red light shattered. Dishi Yanluo's look slightly changed. The sword light released from the long sword held in his hand twisted intensely, and an invisible, tremendous power crushed the sword light. The black and red sword light, which was intertwined with each other, ceaselessly shattered, and large amounts of light splashed out.
"Who are you?" Dishi Yanluo took a deep breath, carefully looked at the four silhouettes behind Emperor Shun, and said, "Not your real bodies? Whose clones are you? "
Emperor Shun laughed out loud, and the four silhouettes behind him sneered simultaneously. The five of them stood side by side, gripped the hilts of their swords with both of their hands, and walked towards Dishi Yanluo with big steps. Millions of silhouettes of gigantic dragons roared and roared around them, and even the air was shaking, stirring up large ripples.
"Hm!" Dishi Yanluo sneered. From the shadow of his black and red throne, over ten silhouettes suddenly walked out. Among these people, most of them were Yu Clan people, and a small half were Jia Clan people. Yu Clan people were wearing blood-red long robes, while Jia Clan people were wearing blood-red armors.
All Yu Clan people had three blood-red eyes, and a blood-red erect eye had faintly emerged above their heads.
The skins of all Jia Clan people were dark-golden, as if they were statues cast from gold, and had been through countless years of trials and hardships, becoming heavy and sturdy.
"Emperor Shun, you've only brought four people with you. Today, I will not show any mercy, I will take your head!" Dishi Yanluo grinned delightfully and said, "I will certainly take all your bones out of your body, and make them into the most exquisite artworks, to decorate my palace!"
"Eak, eak, eak!"
A weird laughter came from not too far away, along with which, two glossy green spheres of fire suddenly appeared. In the middle of the green sphere of fire, a purely black metal arched door slowly emerged. On the metal arched door, a pair of gigantic statues of evil ghost heads opened their mouths, letting out shrill and unpleasant laughter simultaneously.
Dishi Yanluo paused and said, "What the hell … Netherworld Priest, what are you doing here?"
The metal arched door slowly opened, and a black hassock slowly flew out. On the hassock, a scrawny young man, whose face was so pale that it was almost transparent, was sitting with his legs crossed. A pair of oddly shaped long swords, one black and one white, were floating around his body. Behind him, a large black flag was fluttering in the air without being blown by any wind, ceaselessly releasing large amounts of evil and ghostly power.
"Emperor Shun said that if I help him fight against you, all the souls of the humankind who died in the battles, as long as they are willing to join my sect, will belong to me." The Netherworld Priest curved his lips into a smile and said in a low voice, "Therefore, although I have no enmity against your Yu Clan people …"
The Netherworld Priest pointed his finger out, following which, the pair of black and white long swords silently flew out. A Yu Clan young man behind Dishi Yanluo let out a shrill scream, while his huge head fell down silently.
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