Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

THUD!

The corpse of the Yun Jin Holy Maiden fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Her head rolled about before finally coming to a stop at Su Han’s feet.

The expression on her face still held shock and disbelief. She simply couldn’t accept that she had died, and so thoroughly at that.

She had only crossed swords with Su Han at the Mount Hua Swordsmanship Conference. At that time, Su Han had not used his full strength. Moreover, Su Han was much stronger now. A full-strength strike, enhanced by the powerful swordsmanship of the Sword Scripture of Ages, naturally left the Yun Jin Holy Maiden with no power to resist.

With the death of the Yun Jin Holy Maiden, the group of five was reduced to four.

”The Yun Jin Holy Maiden is dead?”

Su Han’s move had been so fast that the Yun Jin Holy Maiden hadn’t had time to react, and it took a moment for the others to realize what had happened.

The pupils of Sword Maniac and the others shrank. They stared in horror at the Yun Jin Holy Maiden’s body. Although she was the weakest among them, she was still the Holy Maiden of Nanshu Jian Gong and possessed the strength of the Supreme Realm Seventh Layer. Was she really killed just like that?

”That was a swordsmanship technique from the Sword Scripture of Ages! You’ve actually cultivated the Sword Scripture of Ages!” the Heartless Holy Son exclaimed in shock. Although this was his first time venturing into the world, he was incredibly knowledgeable and had quickly identified the sword technique Su Han had just used.

Upon hearing the Heartless Holy Son’s words, the faces of Sword Maniac and the others changed once again.

The Sword Scripture of Ages was the supreme sword scripture left behind by the Great Emperor of the Empty Heavens, immensely powerful and of the highest grade.

Wasn’t that something only the Heavenly Sword Crown Prince could cultivate? How could the Nineteenth Prince have also cultivated it?

The group was puzzled, but this was not the time to dwell on such things. Su Han’s strength had exceeded their expectations. Two attacks from Saint Treasures had failed, and Su Han had even managed to turn the tables and kill one of them.

This outcome was unacceptable to Sword Maniac and the others. As they stared at Su Han, clad in his glowing green armor, their gazes grew increasingly solemn.

”Rotten Corpse Saint, stop holding back! Summon your diseased corpse! If he escapes today, there will be endless trouble!” Sword Maniac spoke swiftly. He and the Rotten Corpse Saint had a deep friendship, and it was through him that the other four had been gathered this time.

The strength Su Han had displayed was beyond their predictions. If they didn’t go all out now, a disaster might truly occur.

”I didn’t expect this to be so troublesome,” the Rotten Corpse Saint said, his face also growing grave. ”It seems I must let my treasure end your life.”

Su Han’s glowing green armor had immense defensive power. It would be impossible to break through unless they had a third Saint Treasure. However, even though they were Saint Heirs and Holy Maidens, they didn’t possess many Saint Treasures. Having two was already impressive. A third was out of the question. Therefore, the main burden of the attack fell upon the Rotten Corpse Saint.

”Mysterious Yin Corpse Refining Formation, rise!”

The Rotten Corpse Saint stamped his foot, and a vast wave of Spiritual Energy burst forth, sweeping across the entire Chaotic Burial Ground. One after another, formation patterns lit up like ghostfire, casting an eerie, terrifying, and sinister green glow.

The numerous formation patterns connected to form an extensive Great Formation. This formation absorbed Yin Energy from all directions and Yang Energy from the heavens and earth. It nourished something underground, refining some unknown existence.

”Diseased corpse, come forth!”

The Rotten Corpse Saint’s aura surged as he activated the Mysterious Yin Corpse Refining Formation. The ground began to shake, and the center of the Chaotic Burial Ground bulged upward as if something was about to crawl out.

A pungent, putrid stench erupted, contaminating the air and corroding the vegetation, causing even space itself to distort. Sword Maniac and the others quickly retreated, their spiritual light flickering as they kept their distance.

A rotting, pitch-black arm burst forth from the soil. It was horribly decayed and oozing with pus, emanating a foul stench. With a sudden burst of strength, the arm pushed apart the earth, and a diseased corpse finally emerged. Its entire body was pitch-black, with ulcerated skin oozing pus, and it was enveloped in a sickly miasma.

ROAR!

The diseased corpse let out a roar. The sound wave spread out like a tide, and the dense, sickly miasma expanded with it, thoroughly polluting the surrounding world.

A powerful aura erupted from the diseased corpse, one comparable to the Saint Realm Third Layer.

”Heh heh heh, this diseased corpse is my pride and joy. It was created from a Supreme Realm Ninth Layer Body Refiner. I buried it here to absorb the local miasma and combine Yin and Yang. It took a full hundred years to successfully refine.

”Once this diseased corpse is released, it can bring about a plague, slaughtering cities and annihilating lands with ease. To die by its hand is your honor and your destiny.”

Gazing at this powerful creation, the Rotten Corpse Saint’s face filled with pride. This was his greatest achievement, the culmination of half his life’s work. He had invested all his wealth to forge such a formidable diseased corpse.

This creature was not only on par with the Saint Realm Third Layer, but it had also been nurtured for a hundred years in the local miasma, its body long since corroded by the diseased energy. A single drop of its blood or a puff of its breath was enough to trigger a devastating plague that could kill countless people.

The Rotten Corpse Saint’s own cultivation was only at the Saint Realm First Layer, but with this diseased corpse, he could fight experts at the Fourth or Fifth Layer of the Saint Realm. This was the terrifying power of a Corpse Refiner.

Of course, the Rotten Corpse Saint was not a true master of the art. A true master could refine several, or even a dozen, such corpses and move unhindered throughout the Saint Realm. That was true power.

For now, however, this single diseased corpse was enough to decide the outcome. The Rotten Corpse Saint was already very strong. With the addition of the diseased corpse, their combined strength was comparable to two Saints fighting together. When factoring in Sword Maniac and his two companions, even an ordinary Saint would be forced to submit, let alone Su Han, who was only at the Supreme Realm Seventh Layer.

”Go, my diseased corpse! Kill him!”

The Rotten Corpse Saint’s eyes shone with excitement, eager to witness the power of the corpse he had refined. He commanded it to attack Su Han.

However, Su Han remained perfectly calm, showing no signs of shock at the diseased corpse’s appearance.

”Great Formation Reversal! Art of Reversal Control!”

Su Han executed the Glyph Secret and suddenly reversed control of the Mysterious Yin Corpse Refining Formation. Streaks of formation patterns flashed to life as he began contesting control with the Rotten Corpse Saint.

”How is this possible?”

The Rotten Corpse Saint was shocked and dismayed, never expecting such a turn of events. He realized he had lost control over the formation, and even the diseased corpse was affected. Although he possessed secret techniques to command it, the power of the formation was not to be underestimated.

ROAR!

Su Han pushed his full power into the Mysterious Yin Corpse Refining Formation, completely overpowering the Rotten Corpse Saint. Instantly, the diseased corpse, now under Su Han’s command, turned and charged toward its creator.

The formation’s power was limited, and the Rotten Corpse Saint had his own unique secret techniques. However, Su Han’s only intention was to hold him off, buying himself time to kill the others.

BOOM!

The diseased corpse clashed with the Rotten Corpse Saint. As the two engaged in battle, Su Han turned his attention to Sword Maniac and his two remaining companions.

”Now you can die!”