591: Chapter 591 A Clash Between Emperors, the Battle of the Saints Begins

"A life-and-death battle, with heaven and earth as witness!"

At the Dayu Palace, the Emperor of Dayu, Yu Lang, looked at the war ultimatum in his hands, an infinite surge of fighting intent welling up in his heart, relying on his strength as a Nine-Star Dou Zong.

"Bastard, this is a provocation!" After laughing loudly, Yu Lang's anger surged, and his imperial aura erupted, intimidating the entire great hall.

The scattered civil and military officials trembled incessantly.

Having witnessed the methods of Hun Tiandi of the Dazheng Dynasty, although Yu Lang's strength had reached the Nine-Star Dou Zong level, he felt a flicker of doubt regarding the outcome of the battle.

Battling Hun Tiandi, one against two, challenging the Emperor of Dayu and the Emperor of Dafang.

Fang Ya of the Dafang Dynasty, whose strength was also at the Nine-Star Dou Zun level, sneered inwardly upon seeing the war ultimatum.

Both dynasties had suffered near-destruction; a decisive battle was the only choice at hand.

It was a success. Hun Tiandi's "Three Steps to Collapse" had completely caused the people of both dynasties to lose faith in the Emperor of Dayu and the Emperor of Dafang.

A chain of schemes, one after another; it was time to reap the rewards. Only the final imperial capitals of the two dynasties remained.

Hun Tiandi looked into the distance, with countless generals behind him, all very excited.

Today is the day of the two dynasties' destruction.

The armies from all four directions were assembled and waiting, dense and packed, with no end in sight.

Hun Tiandi wore a blood-colored nine-dragon robe, a Pingtian Crown on his head, and his hands behind his back, standing upon the plaza of bones.

His eyes were tightly closed, as if waiting for something.

Swish!

Suddenly, a powerful aura streaked over from the southeast. As the figure flickered, boundless golden energy bloomed all around, dyeing the world in gold.

Even from a great distance, countless soldiers could feel a powerful momentum approaching.

The Emperor of Dayu, Yu Lang!

Hun Tiandi slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that the person arriving was the Emperor of Dayu, he knew that the Dayu Dynasty had completely fallen and was beyond saving.

He no longer begged for any variables; Yu Lang was not that kind of person.

With towering pride and sky-high ambitions, the dynasty was merely an external object in his heart.

However, with his external possessions seized by others, how could a generation's hero be content?

Hum!

While Hun Tiandi stood in a standoff with the Emperor of Dayu, another powerful aura arrived from the southwest, whistling over like a wind dragon.

Wherever it passed, it whipped up monstrous winds, its momentum soaring to the heavens.

The person arriving was the Emperor of the Dafang Dynasty, Fang Ya.

The masters of the three great dynasties stood separated by thirty or so mountains, gazing at each other from afar, glaring with rage.

The battlefield fell into a momentary silence; this was the duel between Emperors!

A duel between Emperors, no one interfered, and no one could!

"Hun Tiandi, you are too arrogant, actually wanting to fight two against one. You truly do not know death!" the Emperor of Dafang mocked.

Although the Emperor of Dayu did not speak, a glare appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The masters of the two great dynasties stood with their hands behind their backs, looking at Hun Tiandi in the distance with faces full of fighting spirit.

"All armies, heed my command!" Hun Tiandi shouted.

"Roar..." The countless armies let out a roar that shook the firmament.

"When I am away, Shui Xing and Mr. Corpse Soul will take command of the three armies to fully recover the lands of the Dayu and Dafang dynasties!" Hun Tiandi issued the military order.

At the order, the two commanders bowed respectfully.

"Yes!" the three armies roared in unison.

Just then, Hun Tiandi looked at the Emperor of Dayu and the Emperor of Dafang in the distance. The three of them locked eyes, and no one moved.

It seemed as if they were engaging in a duel of soul power.

Although it looked calm and tranquil on the outside, in the world of soul power, it was clearly stirring up monstrous waves.

A soul duel?

Only those with immense soul power and extreme self-confidence could engage in one.

The surrounding space appeared to ripple.

At the center point between the three, a strong light erupted with a loud 'bang', like the roar of thunder, though not quite enough to destroy heaven and earth.

It was as if a sun had appeared in the center; powerful air currents impacted the surroundings, radiating outwards from the explosion.

On the mountain peaks, countless rocks and trees were all blown to pieces, and the large mountain in the center was leveled.

Seeing this scene, one could only take a deep breath.

Experts, this is what a Dou Zong is!

Without any Dou Technique, just by locking eyes, a soul duel could unleash such power.

Shui Xing believed that if this roar exploded on his own body, he would be finished.

In other words, his current strength was not even equal to the power of His Majesty's single glance?

Looking at Hun Tiandi in the distance, Shui Xing's eyes held awe and fanaticism.

"Yu Lang, Fang Ya!" Hun Tiandi spoke solemnly.

"Hun Tiandi!" Yu Lang and Fang Ya called out.

The three's voices were not very loud, yet they strangely spread across the entire field, reaching the ears of everyone.

"You want to fight the two of us?" Yu Lang knit his brows.

"The world is vast, yet finding a defeat is difficult!" Hun Tiandi said in a deep voice.

Indeed, at their level, finding an opponent was difficult—no, it should be that they were becoming scarce.

Dou Zun experts looked down on their strength and naturally would not make a move, and those of the same level were kept in check by each other.

"Then follow me!" Hun Tiandi gave a deep shout and shot rapidly towards the plaza of bones.

Yu Lang and Fang Ya exchanged a glance and shot into the sky, a powerful air current scattering the clouds of the heavenly dynasty.

Their figures were like meteors, flashing and disappearing from sight.

They closely pursued Hun Tiandi.

A battle of this level could absolutely not take place on the battlefield; otherwise, it would cause countless casualties and even destroy countless cities.

Yu Lang and Fang Ya did not care, but Hun Tiandi did not wish for that.

After Hun Tiandi left, Mr. Corpse Soul and Shui Xing exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and began to muster troops to attack the final imperial capitals.

The final decisive battle had begun!

The Yang Realm!

After the Three Phoenixes of the Heavenly Demon Clan descended, the Supreme Elder Kunhuang opened his mouth and swallowed the blood mist, a trace of pleasure appearing in his cold, gloomy eyes.

Saint Feng's expression turned completely gloomy; he had not expected that among the Magical Beast families...

The arrogant Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan had actually become Hun Tiandi's subordinates, obeying his commands.

"Supreme Elder Kunhuang, you dare to devour the disciples of my Starfall Pavilion in front of me!" Saint Feng rebuked angrily.

"Hehehe, this old man is famous for being vicious; what does devouring a few humans amount to?"

The Supreme Elder Kunhuang did not care at all, and he did not take Saint Feng's threat to heart.

Hun Tiandi smiled and said: "If you have any other trump cards, bring them all out!"

Now, the number of Dou Sheng experts in his hands exceeded the opponent's, and he looked at Saint Feng.

Crack!

Saint Feng quietly took a piece of purple jade from his storage ring and crushed it with force. Invisible ripples spread out, and Hun Tiandi did not stop him.

He took the opportunity to see exactly how many factions in the Central Plains were on good terms with him.

"Since that is the case, kill!" Hun Tiandi said in a deep voice.

The Three Phoenixes of the Heavenly Demon Clan behind him directly pounced and attacked the Dan Ta Three Giants. The battle of Dou Sheng was terrifying; every move drew the energy of heaven and earth to themselves.

Wang Ku and Yun Xiao sped towards The Two Immortals of Qinghua of the Flower Sect, choosing their respective opponents.

"The world-renowned Saint Feng, this Saint has come to learn your brilliant moves!" Sword Saint Tianquan stared at Saint Feng, revealing a provocative expression.

"Hahaha, only if your teacher were to say this would it have any qualification!" Saint Feng said coldly.

The teacher he spoke of was naturally Sword Saint Tianquan's teacher.

The previous generation's master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the Sword Venerable!

Sword Saint Tianquan was not angry at all upon hearing this. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and the vast sword intent on his body soared into the sky, giving rise to boundless sword qi.

Like a torrential downpour, it attacked Saint Feng.

Hum!

Saint Feng moved his sleeve, and cyan Dou Qi poured out, forming a monstrous wind in front of him to block the erosion of the sword qi.

He was disdainful in speech, but he did not hold back at all when making a move.