Chapter 516 - 309: Great Unbinding Martial Saint Armor, Repelling the 4 Great Demon Monarchs with a Wave of a Hand, Entering Dragon Peak Mountain

He was the weakest of the four Demon Monarchs, but a Demon Monarch all the same. And yet, he couldn’t even take down a Tenth Realm Martial Artist who was relying on an external artifact.

Yang Zhaoyuan knew he had to press his advantage. He put more power into his strike, raised his Battle Saber, and swung down at the Flame Python Demon Monarch.

But in an instant, he was knocked back by a resplendent, five-colored long sword.

The residual Sword Qi from the Flying Sword blasted him several hundred meters away before its power finally dissipated. He crashed into a mountain peak and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A slender, barefoot woman in a Five-Colored Qilin Robe stood poised in the void, a pair of blue-purple dragon horns sprouting from her head.

The Five-Colored Flying Sword slowly returned to her hand.

Yang Zhaoyuan realized it was this Great Demon before him who had just repelled him.

He estimated she was at least two tiers stronger than the Flame Python Demon Monarch.

Long Xuan looked at the Human Race general before her and said coldly, "You should be proud. You managed to injure a Demon Monarch."

With that, she brandished the Five-Colored Battle Sword in her hand.

"Vile beast! How dare you harm one of my Great Yan Soldiers?" Suddenly, a thunderous voice berated them from the void.

The sound wave carried immense spiritual pressure and an unstoppable fluctuation of Primordial Qi, threatening to blast the Divine Souls from the bodies of every member of the Demon Race for miles around.

Yang Zhaoyuan was grievously wounded. Activating the Great Unbinding Martial Saint Armor had consumed a massive amount of his energy, and his spirit, battered by the remnant soul of the Martial Saint, was utterly drained. Yet he still lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and paid his respects:

"Greetings, Holy Emperor!"

A collective gasp echoed across Dragon Peak Mountain. Every member of the Demon Race was stunned.

’The newcomer is the Emperor of Great Yan? We thought it was that Daoist True Monarch! How can the Emperor of Great Yan possess such terrifying might?’

"This Emperor of Great Yan... he’s no pushover," the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle said gravely, staring toward the space where the voice had originated.

"So what if he’s strong? He’s not in the Twelfth Realm, and there are four of us," Prince Kunpeng sneered. His great wings, a full two meters long, unfurled. They shimmered with iridescent, cold light, each feather like a golden blade. He shot straight into the sky.

’I might lose a one-on-one fight,’ he thought, ’but with the four of us, we can definitely take on an expert of the Upper Three Grades.’

Prince Kunpeng arrived first. He flipped in mid-air, his broad, metallic wings chopping down from above, aimed straight for Lu Mingyuan’s head.

SMACK!

Lu Mingyuan simply thrust out a palm, meeting the metallic wings.

A harsh SCREECH of scraping metal rang out as a shower of bright sparks erupted from the impact.

The next moment, Prince Kunpeng was sent flying. He smashed through the side of a mountain peak and then slammed into the flight-restricting barrier of the Dragon Peak Cave Heaven.

BANG.

He crashed to the ground, one of his wings shattered and his mouth full of blood.

Who could have imagined that a powerful Twelfth Realm Demon Monarch couldn’t even withstand a single slap from the Emperor of Great Yan?

"You’ve done well."

Lu Mingyuan appeared at Yang Zhaoyuan’s side. He smiled faintly, helped him to his feet, and infused a stream of Primordial Qi into his body to help him recover.

"Fall back. Leave the rest to me."

"Thank you for saving my life, Your Majesty."

Yang Zhaoyuan cupped his fists in gratitude and silently withdrew.

Seeing Prince Kunpeng swatted away with a single palm, the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle realized Lu Mingyuan was not to be trifled with. He unleashed a Divine Fist Technique with power comparable to an Immortal Technique.

Black Tortoise Sacred Fist.

It could amplify his Flesh Body’s strength a hundredfold, giving him the power to move mountains with his bare hands. Combined with his unique bloodline, the power of this single punch was immense.

The massive fist tore through the air, carrying a fierce gale. As it reached Lu Mingyuan, the powerful wind blasted away mountain rock and sent his hair and robes whipping about.

"Eight Desolates Divine Fist."

Lu Mingyuan raised his left hand, gathering Primordial Qi into his palm.

At the same time, eight vortices of Spiritual Qi formed in his palm, ceaselessly drawing in more.

A terrifying aura radiated outward from his palm.

The suffocating power washed over every Cultivator in the vicinity. Even those standing hundreds of yards away felt as if the heavens were about to collapse.

One could only imagine the pressure the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle was enduring.

"This is bad! Help the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle, quickly!"

Seeing this, Prince Kunpeng, who had just staggered to his feet, hurriedly sent a telepathic message to the Flame Python Demon Monarch and Long Xuan.

"Together!"

Long Xuan, understanding the gravity of the situation, replied telepathically.

The four Demon Monarchs each revealed their true forms. They channeled all their Demon Power, transforming it into pillars of pure, colored light that shot toward the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle to help him resist the Emperor’s strike.

Just then, blazing red Blood Qi condensed behind Lu Mingyuan, forming a Martial Dao Body a thousand feet tall.

The figure was clad in Taotie Battle Armor and wielded a massive saber. Crimson flames surged across its body, and it radiated the domineering aura of a sovereign ruler.

"A complete Martial Dao Body... Only a Cultivator who has brought their Martial Arts Realm to a state of flawless Perfection can do this!" Yang Zaixing exclaimed from within the ranks of the Great Yan Army.

Only a Martial Artist who has tempered their Flesh Body to its absolute limit, unlocking boundless potential, can manifest such a complete and colossal Dharma Body.

Normally, this is something only a Martial Saint can achieve.

RUMBLE.

Lu Mingyuan threw his punch, and the thousand-foot Dharma Body mirrored the motion. In that instant, the very sky and earth seemed to change color as a boundless Martial Dao aura swept over Dragon Peak Mountain.

The unbelievably terrifying aura crushed the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle, forcing him to his knees.

Only the combined power of the four Demon Monarchs pouring into him kept him from being instantly blown away.

The Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle was on his knees, blood pouring from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His skin began to split open. His prized Flesh Body, now under assault by the raging Primordial Qi, started to crack, and he became a mangled mess of blood and flesh.

After withstanding the blow for ten breaths,

Lu Mingyuan threw one punch, and then another.

Under the might of the twin fists, the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle could no longer withstand the power of the Eight Desolates Divine Fist’s Profound Techniques.

His massive body reverted to its humanoid form as he was sent flying.

The other three Demon Monarchs suffered a violent backlash, their qi and blood thrown into chaos as they coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

They finally understood. This Emperor of Great Yan was even more powerful than they had ever imagined.

’Long Xuan even began to wonder if there was anyone in the same Realm who could possibly be his match.’

’If he breaks through to the Martial Saint Realm, there might be no one left in the world who could stand against him.’

It wasn’t just the Demon Race; the soldiers in the Great Yan Military Camp were also utterly stunned.

One man, fighting four Demon Monarchs.

And none of them could withstand a single blow!

’This is the Holy Emperor’s true cultivation?’

It was the first time the Northern Garrison Army had witnessed the true strength of the Emperor of Great Yan.

In an instant, their morale surged.

ROAR!!

As nature’s spiritual energy washed over the area, the faint cry of a dragon could be heard from the summit of Dragon Peak Mountain.

Many of the Cultivators who heard the cry looked around in confusion.

Only Qi Muxue’s face lit up with joy.

’Could Lu Mingyuan’s display of power have disturbed the Dragon Soul here?’

A crimson soul shot into the sky, its scorching heat causing the very air to twist and distort.

"This is bad. The Pocket World Barrier has reopened! We’re going to be teleported inside the Grotto Heaven," the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle exclaimed.

"Our duty is to stop the Human Race Cultivators from entering the Grotto Heaven. Is there any way to prevent this?"

Long Xuan asked, wiping a trickle of blood from her lips.

"There isn’t. Once the Barrier activates, all Cultivators in this area will be locked on by the laws within the Grotto Heaven."

As soon as the Saint Monarch of the Giant Turtle finished speaking,

Ripples spread across the Pocket World Barrier. A terrifying suction force emanated from the void, and the space in the area became incredibly fragile.

Enveloped in a crimson radiance, many Cultivators vanished from the entrance to Dragon Peak Mountain.

Long Xuan knew exactly what had happened.

’The Emperor of Great Yan’s Martial Dao aura must have disturbed the Fire Dragon Remnant Soul and created a resonance.’

"That was almost too easy."

Lu Mingyuan smiled faintly at the sight.

"It’s a shame I haven’t had the chance to take your lives yet. You’d better pray you don’t run into me inside the Grotto Heaven. If you do, there will be no escape."

Seeing his arrogance, Long Xuan retorted coldly, "Several of our Demon Emperors are inside the Grotto Heaven. We’ll see if you’re still talking so tough then."

Lu Mingyuan just smiled. "We shall see."

With a flash of light, Lu Mingyuan vanished, having officially entered the Grotto Heaven.

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