Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

COUGH! COUGH!

Xuan Song’s face was drained of color as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his footsteps becoming unsteady. The Holy Might of the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda and the aura of the Bagua Furnace had dealt him a devastating blow. He stared at Su Han, his eyes filled with shock.

He had never imagined that Su Han would set up a Great Formation here, let alone one that used the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda as its core.

That was a treasure belonging to the Saint Heir. Even if it fell into another’s hands, it should have been impossible to control. How could Su Han, with his level of strength, possibly command a Holy Artifact?

This… this was simply inconceivable!

Xuan Song was in disbelief, but the reality unfolding before his eyes was undeniable. Worse still, he was now being suppressed by both the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda and the Bagua Furnace. Not only had he suffered internal injuries, but his strength was also being severely constrained.

Yet, he felt no fear, nor did he retreat. He was from the Tian Luo Net Holy Land, a follower of the Saint Heir. He had his own pride and confidence.

”Is this your trump card? It’s strong, I’ll grant you that. But even in a battle between equals, you would be no match for me, let alone now when my Realm is still higher than yours. Tell me, how do you wish to die!”

Xuan Song gripped his Heavy Golden Dao Spear, resisting the pressure of the Nine Palaces Bagua Formation while staring intently at Su Han, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. Even trapped in this perilous situation, he was confident in his ability to defeat Su Han and seize control.

”Are all the followers of the Tian Luo Saint this foolish?”

Su Han was amused by Xuan Song’s words. These cultivators from the Holy Lands were each prouder than the last, acting as if they were born to rule over the fates of others.

Did they really think of themselves as gods?

”You deserve to die for insulting the Saint Heir!” Xuan Song snarled. Gripping the Heavy Golden Dao Spear, he stomped his foot and charged at Su Han like a massive boulder hurtling down a mountain, trailing a cloud of dust and an overwhelming presence.

In his mind, the Tian Luo Saint was a perfect god, an entity worthy of a lifetime of loyalty. Anyone who dared to tarnish the Saint Heir’s name was his mortal enemy and had to be exterminated.

Although the Nine Palaces Bagua Formation suppressed Xuan Song’s strength, he still retained the power of the Seventh Layer of the Physique Realm. He was also a prodigy on the Monstrous Talent List, possessing peerless and extraordinary might.

”Kill!”

There was nothing more to say. Su Han ceased wasting words with Xuan Song. He raised a hand to his face, donning the Ghostly Face Mask. Instantly, a cold Demonic Qi began to circulate, causing his power to climb continuously.

His strength surged past the Fourth and Fifth Layers, finally settling at the Sixth Layer of the Physique Realm. In the blink of an eye, Su Han’s strength had reached a new peak. He was now only a single layer below Xuan Song—a gap that was negligible to him.

”Ridiculous. You think that’s enough to fight me? Watch me crush you!” Xuan Song scoffed, amused by Su Han’s futile effort, which he saw as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He possessed the Sacred Body of Tai Mount and Innate Divine Strength. His Physical Strength measured 1 billion jin, far surpassing Su Han’s. He thrust his Heavy Golden Dao Spear, piercing the air and unleashing a sharp, ear-splitting shriek.

”Thunderbolt Seven Absolute Slashes!”

Su Han, wielding his Black Blade, met the attack head-on without flinching.

CLANG!

The collision of blade and spear produced a heaven-shaking boom, sending sparks flying in every direction. Terrifying shockwaves rippled outward, visible to the naked eye, turning the surrounding grass and trees to sawdust. The ground beneath their feet cracked and splintered.

However, Xuan Song’s strength was truly formidable. Although Su Han had achieved the Crystallization of the Holy Body and possessed a strength of 300 million jin, he was completely overwhelmed. He was sent skidding backward, carving two deep gouges into the earth.

”Do you think you can fathom my strength? Kneel!”

Xuan Song’s entire body began to glow. He pushed his Sacred Body of Tai Mount to its absolute limit, unleashing its 1 billion jin of strength once more. His Qi-Blood surged, his bones were incredibly sturdy, and every movement he made carried immense might.

”Earth Rank High Level Martial Technique: Tai Mount Suppressing the Summit!”

Holding nothing back, Xuan Song unleashed his strongest martial technique. The Heavy Golden Dao Spear in his hands became incredibly heavy, crushing the very air around it until it exploded into rolling waves like a massive tidal bore.

BOOM!

Gripping the spear with both hands, Xuan Song brought it crashing down toward Su Han’s head with the force of a thunderous reprimand.

At that moment, the Heavy Golden Dao Spear was heavier than a mountain. No mortal flesh could withstand it, not even Su Han’s Sacred Body. But his escape routes were sealed. Even if he tried to use the Character Technique of Motion to dodge, the immense pressure had made the surrounding air too dense. Any attempt to retreat would likely result in severe injury.

If retreat was impossible, his only option was to endure.

”Golden Emperor Tanyang Fist!”

Facing the terrifying spear, Su Han slipped the Dragon Silkworm Silk Gloves onto his left hand. The added power of 1.3 billion jin gave him the right to meet this strike.

Golden Qi-Blood surged through his body as all one hundred and twenty-eight of his Great Luo Golden Bones were fully activated. A brilliant golden light flared on Su Han’s fist as the Golden Emperor Phantom rapidly materialized, exuding a dense and unstoppable Imperial Might.

BOOM!

He threw a punch that shattered the air, creating a vacuum in its wake.

Su Han’s fist collided with the Heavy Golden Dao Spear, forcibly halting its descent. But Xuan Song’s Sacred Body of Tai Mount also possessed a suppressive force. Su Han’s body bent under the strain, looking as if he were about to be driven into the ground.

”Nine Heavens Divine Light!”

Su Han was prepared. A golden Divine Light shot out from his Nine Heavens Eye, striking Xuan Song squarely between the brows.

CRACK!

An invisible shattering sound echoed within Xuan Song’s sea of consciousness. The sound came not from his consciousness itself, but from a soul stone—a treasure he used to protect it. It had been instantly shattered by the Nine Heavens Divine Light.

”Origin Technique: Heavier Than Tai Mount!”

Although his sea of consciousness was unharmed, the destruction of the soul stone left Xuan Song drenched in a cold sweat, terrified by the close call. His gaze hardened as he immediately employed his Origin Technique.

BOOM!

In an instant, Su Han felt his body become unimaginably heavy, as if filled with mercury. Combined with the crushing weight of the Heavy Golden Dao Spear above him, the pressure was inconceivable.

His knees buckled, and his entire body trembled violently under the unbearable weight. His Sacred Body was at its breaking point.

”Kneel!”

Xuan Song pushed his Origin Technique to its fullest, tripling the gravity affecting Su Han. He made him as heavy as a mountain, unable to rise, destined to be pinned to the earth forever.

Su Han gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His knees bent lower and lower until he was almost in a full squat, inching closer to the ground. This terrible gravity caused his Sacred Body to emit sounds of buckling under the strain—the sound of organs tearing and bones fracturing. If this continued, Su Han would surely suffer severe injuries and be utterly defeated.

At this moment, the situation was dire.