Chapter 515 - 309: Great Unbinding Martial Saint Armor, Repelling the 4 Great Demon Monarchs, Entering Dragon Peak Mountain

Four figures led the Demon Race army before them: Prince Kunpeng, the Flame Python Demon Monarch, the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle, and Long Xuan.

Each of these Great Demons possessed a Twelfth Realm cultivation, with the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle and Long Xuan having reached the very peak of the Demon Monarch Realm.

The Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle was a Great Demon serving under the Six Thrones. Hailing from a clan in the Wilderness Deep Sea, he possessed a trace of the Divine Beast Xuanwu’s bloodline. His true form was a colossal turtle capable of moving islands and reclaiming land from the sea.

They saw that Yang Zhaoyuan’s aura had surged dramatically compared to moments before.

A look of astonishment appeared in Long Xuan’s cold eyes.

’What kind of Treasure is this? It actually allowed his cultivation to jump two Realms?’

The Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle, the eldest and most experienced of the four, stroked his beard as he observed the silhouette of a Martial Saint around Yang Zhaoyuan. He mused aloud, "Could that be the ultimate treasure left behind by the Great Jie Ancient Dynasty?"

Prince Kunpeng seemed to have heard of it before. He pondered, "The Great Jie Ancient Dynasty? Weren’t they destroyed?"

The Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle explained, "This object is called the Great Unbinding Martial Saint Armor, also known as the Twelve Saints Armor. It is an unparalleled Sacred Object forged by the Great Jie Dynasty, which fell over a thousand years ago."

"The Great Jie Dynasty experienced a golden age for the Martial Dao and produced many Martial Saints. Yet, in the end, they could not escape their fate. They ultimately lost to the Great Zhou Dynasty, paving the way for Great Zhou’s eight-hundred-year reign."

Even the supremely arrogant Prince Kunpeng grew solemn. "The Great Unbinding Martial Saint Armor... forged from the Life Essence Blood and Divine Soul imprints of twelve Martial Saints. It’s a dynastic relic from a thousand years ago. Whoever wears it will have their Flesh Body controlled by a Martial Saint’s Will, granting them a massive boost in strength. This is not to be taken lightly."

The Flame Python Demon Monarch, however, was unimpressed. He sneered, "He’s just a mere Vajra Realm Martial Artist. How much of the Sacred Object’s power can he possibly wield?"

"Let me see for myself if this armor is as powerful as the legends claim."

As soon as he spoke, a colossal python silhouette that seemed to touch the heavens manifested from his body and lunged toward Yang Zhaoyuan.

Down below, the Champion Marquis, who had reined his horse to a stop, looked up at Yang Zhaoyuan’s blazing, powerful aura and remarked with surprise,

’I can’t believe Prince Zhenbei gave even this Treasure to Yang Zhaoyuan.’

As far as he knew, the identity of Prince Zhenbei, Yang Xiao, was far from simple.

The Champion Marquis had once served as a military supervisor in the Northwest Army and knew Prince Zhenbei well.

He had learned a few secrets from the prince himself.

His ancestors were from the Royal Family of the Great Jie Dynasty.

As a descendant of the Great Jie Dynasty, Yang Xiao had always aimed to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Initially, Yang Xiao had joined the army under the banner of the Flame Country, specifically to resist the Great Zhou Dynasty’s rule.

Now, having achieved success and renown, his great ambition was fulfilled. His only remaining wish was to guard the Northwest, where he had spent his entire life, and live out his twilight years in peace.

This Martial Saint Jade Belt was an ancestral heirloom.

By giving this dynastic Sacred Object to Yang Zhaoyuan, Prince Zhenbei was clearly designating him as his successor, hoping he would return alive from this expedition to take his place.

By simply wearing the Jade Belt and infusing it with Primordial Qi, one could summon the complete Great Unbinding Martial Saint Armor.

It would imbue the wearer with the power of twelve Ancient Saints, massively increasing their strength.

However, the wearer’s own will would also be influenced by the Wills of those many Martial Saints.

Every Martial Saint was an expert who had clawed their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their slaughtering intent was what could most easily overwhelm a Cultivator.

If the user’s willpower wasn’t strong enough, they could easily be reduced to a mindless fool after using it.

On the battlefield, facing the Flame Python Demon Monarch’s assault, Yang Zhaoyuan remained perfectly calm.

He held two fingers together and initiated Dragon Transformation.

A scarlet light flickered and vanished. A towering, shadowy giant wolf emerged behind him, and his hair stood on end.

The image of an old man in a Martial Robe, holding a Long Spear, appeared in his Sea of Consciousness, and his Flesh Body began to move on its own.

Vast Primordial Qi coalesced into a Long Spear. Although he was far more skilled with a Saber Technique, he could now wield the spear with an impenetrable defense.

The Martial Saint’s power, channeled through the Martial Saint Armor, swept aside the torrents of flame stirred up by the Flame Python Demon Monarch.

In a flash, he pinned the giant python silhouette to the ground.

For a moment, they were locked in a stalemate.

The expressions on the faces of the other three Demon Monarchs soured.

"Let’s attack together."

"If word gets out that we were held up for this long by some nameless grunt, how will we ever show our faces among the Demon Race again?"

RUMBLE!

In the center of the battlefield, the Flame Python Demon Monarch had transformed into his true form, a hundred-meter-long serpent. A Nine-petaled Flame Lotus bloomed on his head, stirring up crimson clouds of fire that spread out and condensed into a ten-zhang-high phantom python, which then surged violently forward.

As a Nine Elements Flame Python, the Flame Lotus on his head bloomed anew each time he broke through a Realm. He was just one final breakthrough away from reaching the Demon Emperor Realm and becoming a supreme existence.

’How can I possibly lose to a member of the Human Race here?’

The fiery clouds cast a golden-red glow on Yang Zhaoyuan’s face, but he remained perfectly composed.

He raised his arm. Instantly, a deafening beastly roar echoed from his very bones and flesh. Without using any discernible Martial Arts, he casually threw a punch forward.

A blood-red Hand Seal materialized and slammed down on the giant python’s head.

With a BANG, the massive Palm Seal suppressed both the blazing fire clouds and the Flame Python Demon Monarch’s body, crushing them beneath it.

BOOM!

Rings of energy rippled outward.

The ground caved in, forming a massive crater in the shape of a Palm Seal, over ten meters wide.

"Damn it... a mere member of the Human Race... how... how can you have such strength..."

The Flame Python Demon Monarch was seething with unwilling indignation. A powerful sense of humiliation washed over him as golden flames erupted from his body. In just a moment, his injuries were almost completely healed.