251: Ling Xiao showed his might and confronted the imperial soldiers

Emperor Armament?

Ye Wuhun and the many Quasi-Emperors of the Yu Shen Clan changed their expressions. The other party was indeed prepared, even bringing an Emperor Armament.

Mo Lingxiao felt the rich Emperor's might, but instead of showing fear, he looked eager, even wanting to test his strength.

He hadn't used his full power when he defeated the two earlier; if he had gone all out, he wasn't sure how powerful he would be.

Therefore, even though this Emperor Armament posed a threat to him, it wasn't insurmountable.

But Ye Wuhun chuckled, saying, "Since you all understand my Yu Shen Clan, do you know that my clan also once had a Great Emperor Realm expert?"

"Your clan has an Emperor Armament, and so does mine!"

As his words fell, a stream of light suddenly rose from within the Yu Shen Clan, and terrifying Emperor's might spread, rapidly approaching this location.

It was a staff, entirely silver-white, with an ornate design at the top. Terrifying Emperor's might emanated from it, mixed with wisps of soul power.

Soon, the staff blocked all the pressure from the bone flute, creating a stalemate.

"So what if your Yu Shen Clan has one? Don't you know there's a difference between Emperor Armaments?"

Nether Lord said in a deep, contemptuous tone. This bone flute, after all, was the most special and powerful Emperor Armament in his Nether Race.

It was the protective artifact of the Netherworld Great Emperor, the strongest Great Emperor in the history of the Nether Race, who bore the title 'Nether'.

The Netherworld Great Emperor was famously formidable throughout the long history of the continent, holding his own and not being a bit weaker than Emperor Chen.

Therefore, the power of his Emperor Armament was considerably stronger than that of ordinary Emperor Armaments.

He had already learned about the Yu Shen Great Emperor before coming. Although he was very special among Great Emperors, walking the path of the soul, he wasn't considered among the strongest.

As Nether Lord's voice faded, the bone flute immediately erupted with even more terrifying pressure, sweeping towards the staff.

The staff, having a spirit, activated on its own, wanting to contend with the opponent, but it was continuously forced back, clearly outmatched.

Ye Wuhun's brows furrowed immediately. He had overlooked this point, not expecting the opponent to directly bring out the strongest Emperor Armament of the Nether Race.

He also guessed whose Emperor Armament this bone flute was; undoubtedly, it was the Netherworld Great Emperor's protective artifact.

Although he revered the Yu Shen Great Emperor of his clan, he wasn't blindly so, knowing that he might not be a match for the Netherworld Great Emperor.

But he also didn't intend to give up. He activated the clan's heritage, adding it to the staff, which immediately boosted its power significantly.

However, it still couldn't contend with the bone flute. The staff began to tremble incessantly, almost being forced back into the Yu Shen Clan by the opponent.

"Haha!"

Pupil Ancestor's eyes gleamed as he saw this, and he sneered, "Do you realize the gap between your Yu Shen Clan and the Five Great Top-Tier Races?"

"Even if your strength is a cut above ours, it still won't change the outcome, will it?"

He said this to Mo Lingxiao, causing the hearts of several Quasi-Emperors of the Yu Shen Clan to sink again.

But Mo Lingxiao remained unmoved, shaking his head and saying, "It seems I was holding back earlier, allowing you all to stand here and be presumptuous."

After he finished speaking, an aura no weaker than Emperor's might erupted in the astonished gazes of everyone present, covering the sky and shaking the nine heavens!

Crack.

Countless spatial rifts appeared, unable to withstand this tyrannical aura.

This is?

Pupil Ancestor's heart trembled. Had the other party actually taken that step?

For a Quasi-Emperor to break through to higher combat power, there were only two paths: one was to seize the Mandate of Heaven to become a Great Emperor.

The second was to forge a path of one's own, free from the constraints of heaven and earth, thereby also possessing the power of the ultimate Dao.

If he wasn't mistaken, Mo Lingxiao had probably already created his own Dao and stepped into the peak realm.

However, since the beginning of recorded history, no one had ever been heard of accomplishing this, so it was merely a legend on the continent.

He hadn't expected to encounter it, which caused a hint of panic to rise in his heart.

The Yu Shen Clan was bewildered. From the previous battle, although they knew Mo Lingxiao was very strong, the aura he was now emitting was simply too terrifying, wasn't it?

This completely exceeded their understanding. Only Ye Wuhun had some insight in his heart, filled with inexpressible shock.

Mo Lingxiao felt his body brimming with power, surpassing his strength before being besieged by the three clans by an unknown margin. He even had the power to directly contend with the Emperor Armament above.

During his years in the Yu Shen Clan, he had completely disrupted and re-integrated his past cultivation insights, breaking down and then rebuilding, subtly finding his own Dao.

Although not entirely clear, what was certain was that it was unique, something not found in this heaven and earth!

He could only seek guidance from his master later. The moment he emerged from seclusion, he had a premonition, understanding that Lin Yan had already awakened and entered the world. He would pay his respects once these matters were resolved.

Temporarily casting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, his eyes gradually glowed brighter. With a loud shout, he charged towards the bone flute above.

Whoosh.

The void was forcefully pushed aside by his figure like a tide, creating a path of shimmering light.

Mo Lingxiao punched out fiercely, a black fist print appearing out of thin air, crushing towards the opponent with terrifying might.

The bone flute emitted a strange sound, and its surrounding Emperor's might surged, as if provoked, dropping a wisp of black gas.

Boom.

The two collided, immediately erupting with a horrifying aftershock that forced the people below to retreat repeatedly.

The black gas was shattered by the fist print, but the energy of the fist print was also nearly depleted, and it was dispersed by the Emperor's might around the bone flute before it could get close.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Several Quasi-Emperors of the Yu Shen Clan gasped, staring at this scene in astonishment.

This was an Emperor Armament, after all. Even a peak Quasi-Emperor would have to steer clear, no one dared to directly confront it.

But Mo Lingxiao not only did so but also seemed to be holding his own, which filled their hearts with an inexplicable awe.

Nether Lord's figure also swayed; he, too, found it somewhat hard to believe.

Pupil Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted, further confirming his conjecture. The other party had probably truly taken that step; even if he hadn't firmly established himself, he wasn't far off.

And Mo Lingxiao felt a sense of wonder at his own strength. His fighting intent grew even more intense, and gripping his long spear, he moved again.

The spear tips, like roaring black dragons, swirled from all directions, leaving the bone flute with no escape.

Billowing nether energy emerged from the bone flute, and it began to play a bizarre tune that invaded the heart, its melodious sound echoing.

Immediately, the spear light that had transformed into black dragons began to crack inch by inch and vanish. The remaining power continued to sweep towards Mo Lingxiao.

The latter's expression remained unchanged. An invisible golden protective light condensed around his body, blocking it, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

But from this situation, it seemed that although Mo Lingxiao possessed the combat power to contend with an Emperor Armament, he was ultimately one step short, unable to defeat it, and even slightly inferior.

Perhaps only after he completely perfected his own Dao could he successfully transform!

However, an Emperor Armament was ultimately not a Great Emperor. Although it possessed some of a Great Emperor's power, it still relied on the strength of its wielder. Given Nether Lord's current condition, he couldn't drive it for long.

Pupil Ancestor, who was nearby, naturally noticed this detail, and some thoughts immediately arose in his mind again.