Fantasy: The Great Emperor Comes Back

C2 – Defeat Everyone

“He’s just faking it,” Qian Dao said through gritted teeth, masking the fear that lurked within him, before unleashing the Dragon Tiger Fist.

“A Fusion Spirit stage technique? It’s been years since I’ve seen such a worthless method.”

Mo Changyou’s face remained composed as he struck again in a flash. His left fist connected with Qian Dao’s right arm, breaking it instantly.

Furthermore, the Power of Vitality within Qian Dao began to slowly seep into Mo Changyou’s body. Mo Changyou’s cultivation level surged forward once more.

“Body Refining Level 9!”

Mo Changyou’s gaze was like lightning piercing from the depths of an icy cavern, striking fear into those beside Qian Dao. They felt as if they were facing the most horrifying ordeal of their lives.

The Qian family disciples were all shaking uncontrollably.

Behind Mo Changyou stood a golden giant, making him appear every bit the War God.

His eyes seemed to have witnessed the slaughter of billions of Divine Spirits.

The sight left the other disciples struggling to breathe, their fear intensifying. Some were shaking so badly that their legs gave out, rendering them unable to move.

“Is that the Mo family’s reject, Mo Changyou?” some disciples asked, their voices tinged with doubt and shock. They couldn’t reconcile what they were seeing with their beliefs.

Qian Dao was in agony, his heart seemingly ripped apart. He stared at Mo Changyou in utter disbelief, his eyes wide with astonishment.

“How is this possible? How could a nobody like you suddenly advance so much in cultivation?” Qian Dao propped himself up on one hand, retreating step by step, his eyes brimming with terror.

Mo Changyou watched Qian Dao before sending him flying with a kick. Qian Dao crashed into a large tree, blood spewing from his mouth as he sustained severe injuries, nearly losing his life.

The other Qian family disciples were shaking so violently that some of them had involuntarily wet themselves from sheer terror.

In that moment, Mo Changyou was the embodiment of a demon.

“You can’t kill us. If you do, the Qian family will never let you off!” the retreating Qian family disciples stammered, their voices shaky with fear, as they struggled to form coherent sentences.

“The Qian family is merely a clan without even an Inscription. What could they possibly do to me?” Mo Changyou said, shaking his head as if he had just heard a laughable joke.

“Do you really think I’m still the same Mo Changyou who could be easily manipulated?” Mo Changyou asked with a wicked smile. His grin was akin to the mocking sneer of a demonic overlord from the darkest depths of hell, sending shivers down the spines of all the Qian family disciples.

Unleashing the Dragon Tiger Fist, Mo Changyou struck terror into the hearts of the Qian family disciples. Their eyes betrayed a deep-seated fear that resonated from their very souls.

The Dragon Tiger Fist was the very technique Qian Dao had demonstrated moments ago, yet in mere seconds, Mo Changyou had mastered it. The air was thick with the scent of blood as all the Qian family disciples lay dead. The vision of the golden giant that loomed behind Mo Changyou gradually faded away.

​”Brother Haotian, I’ve already disposed of that waste from the Mo family. Will you marry me?” In Black Rock City, at the Zhao family estate, Qian Hongyun pleaded with Zhao Shunzhe in a coquettish manner.

​She nestled against Zhao Shunzhe, her demeanor soft and delicate. Zhao Shunzhe, fan in hand and clad in a white shirt, gazed at the beauty in his embrace with a broad smile.

​Zhao Shunzhe was a scion of the Zhao family in Black Rock City and was recognized as the most exceptional prodigy among the city’s three major families. In three months’ time, the Divine Martial Academy from the Purple Cloud Empire would be scouting for talents, offering only one spot. Everyone was convinced that Zhao Shunzhe would be the chosen one.

Was there truly a rival in Black Rock City who could challenge Zhao Shunzhe?

Qian Hongyun’s eagerness to eliminate Mo Changyou stemmed from his stubborn refusal to cancel their engagement.

“The day I secure my admission to the Divine Martial Academy will be the day we get engaged,” Zhao Shunzhe declared, holding the beauty close. He had a decidedly sinister look about him.

​”The entire Mo family deserves to perish!” he proclaimed, his eyes ablaze with fierce anger. It was Mo Changyou’s father who had once usurped his own father’s opportunity to attend the Divine Martial Academy.

“It’s been a hundred thousand years?” Mo Changyou combed through his memories, realizing that a vast expanse of time had separated him from his past life.

Yet, Qi Wenya was undoubtedly still out there, alive and well.

A Monarch’s lifespan might span only several tens of thousands of years, but as the Forbidden Region Master, Qi Wenya was bound to have outlived them all. She was the woman Mo Changyou had cherished above all others. Despite being aware of her role as the Forbidden Region Master, he, a Monarch of the Human Clan, had forsaken his people for her. His efforts to help her ascend to the King of Eternity had nearly cost him his life in a tragic end.

But in a twist of fate, she betrayed him just as he was poised to embark on the campaign to conquer the Immortal Domain. She conspired with Qin Feng to bring about his demise.

“In this lifetime, I am destined to overcome all adversaries. Qi Wenya, Qin Feng, your downfall at my hands is inevitable,” Mo Changyou declared. In his former life, he shone brightly as a Monarch during the Emperors’ Era, practicing the Undying Tao and ranking among the mightiest in the Heavenly Martial Divine State.

His ability to reincarnate after a hundred thousand years was a testament to the power of the Undying Tao he had mastered, which ultimately ensured his survival.

“The bloodline within this body is that of the Vajra Sacred Body, albeit in a diluted form,” Mo Changyou observed. The Vajra Sacred Body was an invincible constitution, and theoretically, once he cultivated it to a certain level, he would become unbeatable.

The emergence of the golden giant behind him was a manifestation of his forceful breakthrough of the bloodline’s constraints. The cultivation methods of this region were insufficient to awaken the Vajra Sacred Body, explaining why Mo Changyou had struggled to advance beyond Body Refining Level 5 for so many years.

Yet, according to his recollections, the lineage that possessed this bloodline was nothing short of remarkable.