263: Chapter 263 How could this God Emperor die?

Master Mo Fengzi vanished into the Void Realm instantly, like a phantom!

The next second!

Master Mo Fengzi suddenly charged out from the Void Realm behind Jiang Lan!

Veins bulged on Master Mo Fengzi's forehead, and his back arched like a fully drawn bow as he unleashed a Demon Wind Fist. A thousand-zhang-tall demonic blood cyclone erupted, smashing ruthlessly toward Jiang Lan's head!

Jiang Lan's expression changed drastically as a chill ran down his spine! A suffocating sense of impending death surged into his heart, rushing from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head!

The thousand-zhang-wide five dragons perfect golden thunder pill inside Jiang Lan's body suddenly began to revolve. Dozens of hundred-zhang-long thunder dragons crackled with five-colored lightning, winding like snakes as they surged toward every inch of Jiang Lan's skin!

Jiang Lan's entire body erupted with brilliant lightning, flickering with crackling five-colored currents. He turned and threw a Xuantian Rock Fist, launching a thousand-zhang-wide boulder that crackled with lightning, smashing it ruthlessly toward Master Mo Fengzi!

Boom!

The thousand-zhang demonic blood cyclone and the lightning-crackling boulder collided violently!

A visible thousand-zhang-wide white airwave, swirling with dust, rippled out from the point of impact like water waves!

Standing atop the ten-thousand-zhang white flood dragon, Jiang Lan was sent flying back over fifty zhang before he could stabilize himself!

Master Mo Fengzi was directly blown back by the shockwave of the collision. His feet acted like hooks, plowing a trench over a hundred zhang long into the ground before he came to a halt!

"Argh..."

Jiang Lan felt as if the back of his hand had been pierced by several red-hot needles. A heart-wrenching pain radiated from his hand, rushing from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head!

Several Blood Demon Worms, as thin as needle threads, bared their fangs and bit through the back of Jiang Lan's hand, their bodies wriggling as they burrowed inside!

"Why are you so underhanded, kid?

What did you release to bite This Divine Emperor... Holy crap!? He's gone again!?"

The next second!

Master Mo Fengzi was like a meteorite, tearing through the air and creating wisps of white smoke from friction as he suddenly charged out from the Void Realm in front of Jiang Lan! A Demon Wind Fist unleashed a thousand-zhang demonic blood cyclone, shredding the air with a howling sound as it smashed ruthlessly toward Jiang Lan's chest!

Jiang Lan's expression shifted repeatedly!

How was this black-robed Cultivator so fast?

He was so fast that Jiang Lan's retinas couldn't even capture an afterimage; it was as if he were tearing through the Void Realm, appearing suddenly in front of him to attack like a teleportation!

One must know that Jiang Lan's Ancient Desolate Sacred Body had been tempered by ten thousand miles of tribulation clouds and several rounds of desolate ancient sacred blood. His Physique's strength was comparable to a Body Cultivator at the Integration Realm Peak. How could he possibly fail to even capture the afterimage of a Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivator? How was this possible?

Suddenly!

A dragon's roar shattered the heavens, and the pressure of the Early Stage of Tribulation Transcendence Period erupted from the ten-thousand-zhang white flood dragon!

The massive white flood dragon exerted force from its waist, and its hundred-zhang dragon tail, crackling with nine-colored electricity, spun a dozen times in the air before whipping ruthlessly toward Master Mo Fengzi!

Boom!

The hundred-zhang dragon tail, flashing with nine-colored electricity, shattered the thousand-zhang demonic blood cyclone and whipped ruthlessly against Master Mo Fengzi's iron fist!

Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of shattering bones, Master Mo Fengzi was sent flying a thousand zhang away. After rolling several times on the ground, he felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!

Master Mo Fengzi's iron fist had been directly crushed by the hundred-zhang dragon tail flashing with nine-colored lightning! Warm blood mixed with minced flesh sprayed out instantly, blooming into a vivid red on the cold earth!

A metallic, rust-like scent of blood rose into the sky, instantly permeating the area!

"Xiao Jiu, that was a good strike..."

"Please call me Ninth Highness!"

"Alright, Little Ninth Highness!"

"You...!"

Master Mo Fengzi stood up stumblingly, veins bulging on his forehead. He suddenly grabbed his broken left arm with his right hand and squeezed hard!

Bang!

With the sound of flesh exploding, Master Mo Fengzi's left arm was crushed. Warm blood and minced flesh instantly splattered across Master Mo Fengzi's face!

Covered in blood and flesh, Master Mo Fengzi wore a hideous expression. A maniacal smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he tilted his head, looking at Jiang Lan with eyes that seemed to be staring at a dead man!

Jiang Lan instantly felt a chill down his spine, and every hair on his body stood on end!

"Holy crap?! He's self-mutilating because he can't win?

This black-robed Cultivator's mind is too perverted..."

"Young Lord, he's not self-mutilating. He's trying to recast his demonic body. It seems today's battle is indeed going to be a bit tricky!"

Suddenly!

The ten-thousand-zhang white flood dragon's body shattered, turning into specks of immortal-white crackling lightning that gradually condensed together in the Void Realm!

An immortal-white figure slowly solidified in the Void Realm in front of Jiang Lan!

A handsome and elegant Cultivator appeared. Between his brows burned an immortal-white character for 'Flood Dragon'. A pair of tender pink dragon horns grew from his head, and he wore a moon-white robe. On the back, the two large characters for 'Wu Ming' were written in blood-red cursive!

That's right!

This handsome Cultivator was none other than Wu Ming!

Wu Ming's entire body flickered with crackling nine-colored lightning. His sleeves fluttered, and his moon-white robe snapped like a battle flag!

The back of Wu Ming's hand was instantly covered in earthworm-like veins as he made a sudden grasping motion in the Void Realm!

Rip!

The Void Realm above the Demon Wind Sect was violently torn open by a pair of dragon claws flashing with crackling electricity!

A hundred-zhang immortal spear, flashing with crackling nine-colored electricity, spun as it tore through the air, emitting a metallic 'buzzing' vibration as it flew toward Wu Ming!

Clang!

A crisp metallic vibration suddenly rang out. Wu Ming steadily caught the hundred-zhang immortal spear, tilted his head, and hoisted it onto his shoulder!

A strange smile curled at the corners of Wu Ming's mouth, revealing a row of ivory-white teeth. With a playful expression, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the blood-covered Master Mo Fengzi!

"Young Lord, I'll hold off this demonic madman. You break that hundred-thousand-zhang black cyclone!"

"Wouldn't it be easier to just slay him? Why be so..."

"You will die!"

"Are you kidding? How could This Divine Emperor die... Hey! I haven't finished talking!"

Wu Ming rotated his wrist, flourishing the hundred-zhang immortal-white spear. He leaned forward slightly, exerted force from his feet, and turned into an immortal-white beam of light, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm as he charged toward Master Mo Fengzi!

Sizzle!

Accompanied by the eerie sound of flesh growing and rubbing, a demonic hand covered in barbs grew out from the stump of Master Mo Fengzi's left arm!

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The crisp sound of metallic friction suddenly rang out as blades like ghostly scythes protruded from his fingernails!

With a sinister smile on his face, Master Mo Fengzi clenched his demonic hand and exerted force from his feet, turning into a black stream of light. Leaving several afterimages behind, he clashed violently with Wu Ming!

The sonic booms produced by their collision constantly exploded in the Void Realm like heavenly thunder!

The shockwaves from their clash rippled out like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, distorting the air until it no longer seemed real!

"Tch! Are you kidding? How could This Divine Emperor die... Argh!"