The Battle of the Ten Kings
"That's right, this is my Devouring Spirit Sword! Brat, your talent is so trash, and your cultivation base is so low, but you're still able to cultivate my strongest technique, the Devil Emperor Sutra. How unexpected! "
As if sensing Ye Fei's true yuan aura, a huge black hole appeared within the Devouring Spirit Sword. Then, a translucent man with an aura as vast as a galaxy walked out and coldly looked at Ye Fei.
This Devil Emperor was different from the one in the Devil Sealing Tower. This was the image of a middle-aged Devil Emperor. Most likely, this was the Devil Emperor at his peak.
Of course, although the Devil Emperor's appearance had changed, his character and temper were still the same. He immediately looked down on Ye Fei's talent and cultivation base. In any case, he found Ye Fei displeasing to the eye.
Ye Fei was also speechless. From the Devil Emperor's words, he could tell that this Devil Emperor's Yuan Spirit didn't recognize him at all.
"Brat, I'm talking to you. Are you my grand-disciple? If your talent is trash, then so be it. But you can't even greet your ancestral master? What did your master teach you? "
As expected, the Devil Emperor's Yuan Spirit didn't remember Ye Fei. Seeing Ye Fei not greet him, he was even more displeased. Ye Fei was even more depressed. But then he thought about how this was just the Devil Emperor's Yuan Spirit and not his true self. Ye Fei was relieved.
"Devil Emperor, it seems your Yuan Spirit doesn't have my memories. In truth, you are my master. It was your main body who accepted me as a disciple and sent me here to save you." Ye Fei helplessly recounted what had happened in the Devil Sealing Tower.
While Ye Fei was speaking, Shangluo had been listening attentively. When he heard that Ye Fei, with his trash talent, had been able to become a disciple of a King, Shangluo was very depressed. If Ye Fei had the support of a King, he would be able to walk around the Martial Heaven Continent in the future.
At that time, how would she, the eldest daughter of Shangluo, find Ye Fei and settle her old scores? After hearing Ye Fei's description of the Demon King, she was even more shocked.
"What? You're actually this emperor's disciple? Could it be that this emperor has been sealed for too long and has become senile? I can't even keep my integrity in my late years and accept such a worthless disciple!" The Devil Emperor revealed a regretful expression. With his cultivation base, he could tell with a single glance that Ye Fei's dantian was only tenth-grade Earth ranked.
Such talent was extremely powerful in the northern region. However, in the eyes of a Martial King like the Demon King, such talent couldn't be any more trash.
He had come to save his master out of kindness, but the Demon King had given him the cold shoulder. Ye Fei's expression immediately darkened. He said unhappily, "Old fellow, do you still want me to save you?"
"You traitorous disciple, you're infuriating this emperor to death!" The Demon King was infuriated by Ye Fei's words. He was just as helpless as the Demon King's main body in the Devil Sealing Tower. Right now, Ye Fei was the only hope for the Demon King's Yuan Spirit to escape.
After all, they were master and disciple. Even if the Yuan Spirit didn't have Ye Fei's memories, the Demon King still knew. Since his main body had accepted Ye Fei, it was obvious that Ye Fei had some redeeming qualities. The Demon King could only hold back his anger and make a long story short. He coughed and said, "My disciple, it's very easy to save this emperor. Do you see that Devouring Soul Sword? As long as you pull it out, this emperor will be free from the suppression of this space."
When Ye Fei saw the Devouring Soul Sword, which was as tall as a mountain, he almost vomited blood. He pointed at the Devouring Soul Sword gloomily and said, "Old fellow, are you muddle-headed? How can a small person like me pull out such a big sword?"
Ye Fei felt that the Demon King's Yuan Spirit was too deceitful. The Demon King also felt that this disciple was too much of a scoundrel. How could his main body be so blind as to accept such a disciple?
"Kid, don't be so ungrateful! Although this emperor is trapped, I can sense that ten Martial King experts are breaking through the restriction and rushing over here. They are probably after my Devouring Soul Sword. If you can't pull it out, not only will I be finished, but these Martial Kings will also not let a junior like you off. "The Demon King saw that the soft approach didn't work, so he decided to use the hard approach.
"Demon King, you win!"
Ye Fei understood that the ten Martial Kings weren't just after the Devouring Soul Sword. They were also after him. If not for the Demon King's help, he and Shangluo wouldn't even be able to compare to a Martial King's finger.
Ye Fei didn't say anything else. He immediately soared into the air, grabbed Shangluo, and rushed towards the ridiculously huge Devouring Soul Sword.
"Ye Fei, let go. If you want to pull out the sword, just pull it out. Why do you have to drag me along?" Shangluo was very unwilling. She was completely innocent and had only been implicated by Ye Fei.
"Shut up! If you want to stay here and be captured by those Martial Kings, I can put you down. "Ye Fei pretended to put Shangluo down.
Shangluo was so scared that her face turned pale. If she fell into the hands of the Blood Demon Sect, she would be better off dead. Shangluo immediately stopped resisting. Her hands tightened around Ye Fei's neck. She would rather die than let Ye Fei throw her down.
"Hmph, I'm relying on you today. Don't even think about throwing me down!" Shangluo said as she tightened her grip around Ye Fei's neck. Even with the Battle Demon Golden Body, Ye Fei felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Kid, whether or not I can escape depends on you. Remember, you only have two hours to break the seal and pull out the Devouring Soul Sword. After two hours, you and I, master and disciple, will meet for the last time in our lives."
The Demon Emperor sighed. His eyes suddenly became incomparably sharp. He stared coldly at the pitch-black corridor in the distance and said, "A bunch of scoundrels. How dare you chase after my disciple? If you don't want to anger me, get out of the Pagoda Spirit's Space immediately!"
The Demon Emperor's anger was terrifying. The entire Pagoda Spirit's Space trembled violently. The few Martial Kings who had already passed through the corridor and were about to rush in were so scared that they didn't dare to move.
"A Martial Emperor? How is this possible? This place has been sealed for thousands of years. How can it not kill this Demon Emperor? "
"Hahaha, don't be nervous. If it was a real Demon Emperor, we would have died long ago. How could he talk to us? I think that this is just a trace of the Demon Emperor's Primordial Spirit left behind to protect the Demon Emperor's Sword!"
The one who spoke was the Blood Demon Incarnation. This incarnation's original body was a tenth-layer Martial King Protector of the Blood Demon Sect. The Blood Demon Sect was very powerful in the Central Region and was not much weaker than the Shang Clan. This was also the reason why the other Martial Kings were afraid of the Blood Demon Incarnation even though he was only a first-layer Martial King.
"The Blood-robed Martial King is right. Everyone, even if he is an Emperor Realm expert, after thousands of years, he should have reached the point of exhaustion. With so many of us working together, could it be that we can't kill the remnant soul of an Emperor Realm expert?" Old Man Chen stood out, a sinister light flashing in his eyes.
The other Martial Kings looked at each other and then looked at the Divine Dragon's head stuck in the spatial crack in the pagoda spirit space and the huge demonic sword that was as big as a mountain. Their eyes instantly turned blood-red.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of an ancient Demon Emperor. Not only was there a legendary Divine Dragon slain, but the Demon Emperor's Sword is also extraordinary!" A Martial King revealed a greedy expression. Anything in front of them was a priceless treasure. If they could obtain one, it was very likely that they would transcend mortality and enter the Martial Saint realm.
No one was willing to give up this opportunity. Of course, there were also sober Martial Kings who understood that with their own strength, they couldn't compete with the Blood-robed Martial King and the two Martial Kings of the Chen family. Thus, they immediately targeted Ye Fei and Shangluo, who were already rushing towards the Demon Emperor's Sword.
An old second-layer Martial King said in a deep voice, "This old man doesn't want the Demon Emperor's Sword or the Divine Dragon's head. This old man only wants the Phoenix Blood Sword on that kid's body!"
"Hahaha, Old Monster Liu, you have sharp eyes. That sword is a divine weapon that can even break the seal of an ancient Demon Emperor. Since you have taken a fancy to it, then the Old And Decrepit wants the Emperor's Martial Arts on that kid!"
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