CHAPTER 436: CHAPTER 336: THE REMNANT SOUL FROM 3000 YEARS AGO, LIU CHANGFENG

That was the most extreme, a decision made when all other options had been exhausted. If the gates to the Demon World were opened and the Demon Clan’s army successfully entered, Modu City would undoubtedly be doomed.

Better to let Modu City and the Giant Demons perish together than to face such an outcome.

Even if nuclear weapons were employed, there was no need for megaton-level bombs. A third-generation nuclear bomb, though severely damaging, would at most destroy one-fifth of Modu City.

"The secret techniques left by the Ancients indeed retain some of their essence," the Ancient Demon spoke indifferently. From its casual tone, Qing Emperor realized with horror one thing. It had fought for so long, taking it all so seriously, yet for the Ancient Demon, this might have been nothing more than a test of the ancient secret techniques’ power. No sooner had this thought arisen than a terrifying sense of crisis bore down on him.

"Elder Di, be careful—"

As his words fell, the Giant Demon suddenly flung a Dark Axe. The axe tore through the void, vanishing in an instant. But when it reappeared, it was as if a spatial rift had slashed through the Phoenix’s wings.

The Phoenix, Elder Di’s transformation, had one wing instantly severed by the strike. Having lost a wing, the Phoenix let out a mournful cry and plummeted from the sky. Just as Qing Emperor was about to offer support, a streak of black light shot towards him.

Qing Emperor hastily dodged, narrowly avoiding the black light, but Elder Di was then struck by another black light and exploded mid-air.

Elder Di’s figure plummeted, his once tall and straight body becoming ragged as it fell through the air.

"Elder Di—" Wang Lan’s eyes burned with rage. But at that moment, he too was in dire straits.

The academy’s teachers and students had already entered the Mandala Flower to provide support, and Jiang Xinyu stubbornly protected Wang Lan by his side. But the remaining thirty Biochemical Demon Generals had already reached Wang Lan.

Despite their greatest efforts, it had still come to this. Although the Mandala Flower’s attacks had become very sharp, the combined combat power unleashed by thirty Biochemical Demon Generals erupting simultaneously was terrifying.

Suddenly, the thirty Biochemical Demon Generals all looked up, their entire bodies seemingly turning to magma. The scorching temperature set the surrounding space ablaze, and surging flames rose, instantly engulfing the Mandala Flower in a sea of fire.

At that moment, everyone’s hearts quivered fiercely. Was it coming?

The thirty Biochemical Demon Generals unleashed their mightiest blow simultaneously. Though it was just a surge of high-temperature molten lava, the heat was extremely terrifying. The fact that it could instantly corrode a large hole in the Gate of The Underworld spoke volumes.

No defensive Star Martial Skill could withstand this attack.

Seeing this, Wang Lan exploded with fury, "Everyone, retreat now—"

But after Wang Lan shouted, instead of retreating in all directions as he had expected, everyone instantly gathered around him, firmly enclosing him in their midst.

"Are you all insane? Retreat now, it’s unstoppable—"

"Jiang Xinyu, take Wang Lan and leave!"

Wang Lan was still using the Mandala Flower to harass the thirty Demon Generals, but the vines ignited upon contact with them, rendering his interference largely ineffective.

And now, if Wang Lan were to stop his harassment, the Demon Generals’ molten lava skill would erupt instantly. He was the only one on the scene who couldn’t retreat; if he retreated, no one would escape.

"Retreat, my ass! It’s better if I die than all of us—quick, retreat—"

"But you’re more important than all of us combined!"

"Exactly, Wang Lan! No, God Lan! There’s no retreat for us!"

"We’ll fight them off, create a chance for you to escape! Jiang Xinyu, what are you waiting for? Take Wang Lan away! If he doesn’t agree, just knock him out—"

Jiang Xinyu’s heart was pounding like a tumultuous drum. Finally, with a flash, she appeared beside Wang Lan and brought her hand down in a chop towards his neck.

"Fuck— Are you for real?" Wang Lan instantly erupted in anger, cursing at Jiang Xinyu for the first time, breaking his own rule.

CRACK— BOOM—

The Ice Armor on Wang Lan’s neck shattered under Jiang Xinyu’s blow, but it had successfully blocked her hand chop. Yet Jiang Xinyu did not stop. She raised her hand again, about to deliver another strike.

"Xinyu, stop messing around—"

"Then you come with me!" Jiang Xinyu snapped, her face icy. For the first time in many years, Wang Lan once again saw the aura of the Ice-Snow Queen on her face.

"I have no retreat either."

No sooner had the words left Wang Lan’s mouth than Jiang Xinyu’s hand chop fell. At that instant, Wang Lan’s mind buzzed, and the Blue Diamond skill, previously gray, suddenly lit up.

SNAP—

Suddenly, a palm appeared before Wang Lan’s neck, effortlessly catching Jiang Xinyu’s hand chop. Jiang Xinyu had no idea how this palm had appeared.

Jiang Xinyu looked at Wang Lan in surprise. Was it really Wang Lan himself? Given Wang Lan’s current state, how could he, unable to even stand, block my hand chop? Yet, remarkably, Wang Lan had caught the chop effortlessly.

Wang Lan smiled faintly, his figure slowly rising to stand.

Suddenly, dozens of Sword Qi beams shot out from Wang Lan’s body, resembling the splendid sparks that erupt from an ignited firework tube. The Sword Qi seemed to transcend space, instantly piercing the chests of dozens of Demon Generals.

The Demon Generals shuddered in unison and, with a loud BOOM, exploded on the spot.

In the sky battlefield, the Giant Demon relentlessly attacked Qing Emperor, who had transformed into a dragon. Qing Emperor, however, kept revealing trump cards. Each time he was on the verge of being killed, he somehow managed to produce another trump card to save his life.

Even so, Qing Emperor’s body was already in tatters. It seemed he had never been beaten so badly since achieving renown.

Qing Emperor might not be the strongest among the Five Emperors, but he was widely recognized as the most unbeatable. The invincible Flame Emperor and the undefeated Qing Emperor—this saying was no mere joke spread across the world.

The ’invincible Flame Emperor’ described a state where the Flame Emperor, enraged and frenzied, became bloodthirsty. In this condition, he was utterly ruthless, recognizing neither family nor friends—as if no one, not even Buddha himself, could stop him.

This state was something not even the Flame Emperor knew how to achieve, but once successfully provoked to this extent, it was an absolute nightmare for his enemies.

The title ’undefeated Qing Emperor’ signified that he had countless trump cards and an endless ability to save himself. Furthermore, possessing the wood attribute, Qing Emperor excelled at protracted battles. His resilience was legendary: he had once been chased by the Flame Emperor for three hundred kilometers and survived, a testament to his formidable nature.

In the past decade or so, Qing Emperor had engaged in fewer fights. However, it was certain he had accumulated even more trump cards during these years. That was why, even when the Giant Demon seemed to land killing blows, Qing Emperor always managed to escape by a hair’s breadth.

By now, even the Giant Demon was astounded by Qing Emperor’s endless array of techniques. I’m no longer considering whether this attack can kill Qing Emperor, it thought, but rather how many more trump cards he has yet to reveal.

Qing Emperor, in the sky, was panting heavily. Fresh blood streamed from a wound near the corner of his eye, dripping into it, yet he dared not wipe it away. This was the ninth life-or-death crisis of his life.

And as they say, nine is the ultimate number. Qing Emperor, who always believed in fate, was very sensitive to this number. The ultimate number... could I overcome it? Probably not... All my techniques have been used, my Star Power is exhausted, my physical strength depleted, and now, even maintaining the Dragon Emperor Form is becoming difficult...

The Giant Demon looked up, the Energy Ball in its hand flashing once more. "I wonder, how will you dodge this time?" it rumbled.

Just as it was about to throw the Energy Ball, the Giant Demon’s movements suddenly froze.

Slowly turning, it saw the scene where Wang Lan’s Sword Qi burst forth, instantly killing thirty Demon Generals.

The Giant Demon’s attack halted. It slowly turned, fixing its gaze on the Mandala Flower, which to it was mere undergrowth.

A figure slowly ascended, standing atop a Sword Qi that resembled glimmering amber.

"Liu Changfeng! You’ve finally decided to come out?"

"Titan Demon! Today, I will scatter your soul to the winds!" Wang Lan was still Wang Lan, yet he was not. His consciousness was clear, but his body was being controlled by a skill.

「Five seconds before.」

At the moment Jiang Xinyu’s hand chop came down, the system in his mind trembled slightly. The Blue Diamond skill, previously grayed out, suddenly lit up. Although it glowed, Wang Lan still couldn’t grasp it, let alone unleash it. This skill is unlike all of my other skills, he thought.

All the skills he had learned were merely representations in the system; Wang Lan himself knew them and didn’t need to click to activate them. But this one was different. Although the skill is lit up, I still have no idea what it does.

In the current situation, Wang Lan had no time to dwell on it. Since I’m at their mercy anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I activate it myself or the system does. So, Wang Lan instantly focused his spiritual power and clicked on the skill.

Suddenly, a consciousness exploded in Wang Lan’s mind. The remnant will of a soul from three thousand years ago awoke in the sea of Wang Lan’s spirit.

My name is Liu Changfeng, a voice echoed in his mind, the seventy-fifth generation disciple of the Sunlight Sword Pavilion. I was born in the Sunlight Sword Pavilion; my parents were inner disciples there. At seven, I awakened my cultivation physique and formally began to cultivate that same year. At twenty, I reached Foundation Establishment. By forty, my Cultivation Level had surpassed that of the then-pavilion master, and I had formally stepped into the Dividing Spirit Realm. The pavilion master once sighed, remarking, ’Your cultivation speed in this End of Dharma Period is no less than those from the Ancient Times. Had you been born in the Ancient Times, you would surely have become a Celestial Emperor.’ That day, the sky shattered, and Extraterrestrial Demons invaded the Sunlight Sword Pavilion. As the strongest disciple, I naturally had to defend our sect and repel foreign enemies. Vast armies of the Demon Clan, along with innumerable Exotic Beasts, assaulted our sect. I could think of nothing else, only continuously cutting down one enemy after another. I fought until my Spiritual Power was completely drained, until I looked around and saw not a single Heavenly Demon remaining. I turned and looked back at our sect, now reduced to ruins, and shed tears of blood. All the disciples had perished—my master, my senior martial brothers, my junior martial brothers. In the end, I alone bore it all. Using the last of my Spiritual Power, I swung my sword to sever the mountain gate, causing it to gradually fade into the void. Then, I pushed all the corpses of the Demon Clan into the chasm I had carved out with a single sword strike. When all this was done, I was suddenly ambushed. It turned out that one Demon Clan member had remained hidden in the shadows from start to finish, never making a move. That Demon Clan member transformed into a Giant Demon hundreds of meters tall and smashed our already devastated sect grounds into utter ruins.