Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation-Novel2

Chapter 1410: Emperor's Might Clashing

"Snow Demon?"

Wen Ziran frowned slightly, feeling somewhat surprised. What kind of Demon can hide all its aura despite being in the Heavenly Saber Mountain Manor with so many experts around?

Something is wrong. This Demon must have an impressive background. Otherwise, he would not be able to hide himself from so many people. We cannot act rashly.

"It's a Demon! Kill him!"

The other ten great bladesmen of the new generation beside Zhao Feng all rose up at the same time and drew their sabers against the white-clad man.

The ten great bladesmen were all at the very least Third Heaven Martial Emperors. Those as strong as Xing Feng were even Fifth Heaven Martial Emperors. When these nine people attacked together, even a Seventh Heaven Sovereign Martial Emperor would have to retreat and dodge the attacks.

"Be careful. This Demon is not simple," Wen Ziran warned; his thoughts went deeper.

The white-clad man smiled coldly and stopped hiding his aura. Surging Demonic Qi turned into a pillar of black light shooting into the sky. The sky instantly turned dark.

The ambient temperature was originally very cold already. Now, it dropped further. Frost covered the land. The eyebrows and beards of many cultivators even froze.

When this person stopped hiding his aura, a horrifying Sovereign Emperor's Might flooded out. The nine people who had leaped into the air immediately changed their expressions.

"Eighth Heaven Martial Emperor."

"That's not right. He should be a Ninth Heaven Sovereign Martial Emperor. This is a Demon-Monarch-level character!"

Ninth Heaven Sovereign Martial Emperor was considered the peak of Sovereign Martial Emperor. It was an extremely horrifying level. There were quite a few Sovereign Martial Emperors in the Kunlun Realm, but the number of people who were Ninth Heaven Martial Emperors could be counted on the fingers of both hands.

In the Deep Abyss Demonic Word, aside from the nine Demon Monarchs who were Primes, the other nine were only Ninth Heaven Martial Emperors.

This white-clad man was a Ninth Heaven Martial Emperor. Without needing to guess, he was definitely a Demon-Monarch-level existence.

"Retreat! Quickly, retreat!"

Xing Feng, Feng Xingsheng, and the others were ashen from fright. They quickly retreated. Even if they could survive a full-power strike of a Demon-Monarch-level character, they would still be severely injured.

However, trying to retreat now was clearly too late. The white-clad man had already raised his hand and thrown a palm strike. action

White snow drifted about, and a mysterious phenomenon appeared. A snowy mountain rose up behind him. This palm strike contained the might of boundless snow and ice.

"Pu ci!"

The nine vomited blood at the same time; crunching sounds came from their bones as they went flying back heavily. Several of them fainted on the spot.

With just one palm strike, this person defeated nine of the ten great bladesmen of the new generation. Everyone immediately felt fear, and the place turned chaotic.

Clearly, this white-clad man was not here to kill people. He glared coldly at Wen Ziran and stomped ferociously on the ground.

A wave of snow surged out, forcing Wen Ziran to hold up his saber and block; he could only retreat.

No one went to help, and no one dared to stop this Demon-Monarch-level existence, as doing so would only lead to death.

The fate of the ten great bladesmen of the new generation was a good example.

Soon, no one remained near the Saber Washing Pool. The white-clad man moved quickly, jumping into the Saber Washing Pool with a flash. His target was the Eternal Ice.

"Crack!"

At some point in time, a thick layer of ice had appeared on the surface of the water. The white-clad man, who had jumped down, cut through the fog-like cold Qi and landed heavily on the ice.

Then, his feet slipped, and he fell to his knees, nearly falling over.

"Ice?" The Snow Demon Monarch stabilized himself with a frown. His will of ice already reached the peak; almost no one could compare to him. At first glance, he discovered that this ice was somewhat strange, as if something was wrong with it.

However, time was tight. There was no time to think too much, so he raised his hand and slapped down.

The layer of ice instantly shattered into countless pieces. However, the expected water did not appear. Instead, there was a surging flame. The white-clad man's expression changed slightly. He noticed that this flame was not simple, so he quickly moved back in a flash.

Fortunately, the Snow Demon Monarch had not thrust his hand too deep into this. If this Heavenly Snow Divine Flame burned him, even though he was a Demon Monarch, he would still have to spend some effort to extinguish it.

The white-clad man's expression turned sullen. With this delay, he knew that his chance to easily take away the Eternal Ice was gone.

Wu Xiaotian would arrive very soon.

The Snow Demon Monarch looked in the direction of the Cycle War Chariot and pointed. Nine storms formed from nothing. They surged over carrying ice and snow, sealing off all of Xiao Chen's paths.

"Bang!"

Inside the war chariot, Xiao Chen remained calm. He knocked with one hand, and the seven Divine Weapons turned into beams of light shooting out, ruthlessly piercing at the ice-and-snow storms.

Seven of the storms instantly shattered, and the aftershocks swept out. Space shook intensely.

The buildings around the Saber Washing Pool collapsed one by one. Terrifying cracks appeared in the ground.

Everyone was horrified to see such a scene. Only the Shadowless Saber Sovereign dared to fight this Demon-Monarch-level character. If it were them, they would not even be able to receive half a blow.

The Cycle War Chariot moved back two steps and narrowly dodged the two remaining storms of ice and snow flanking it.

When the two storms of ice and snow collided, they gave off a resounding report, and shock waves surged out.

The curtains of the Cycle War Chariot were blown aside, and blood leaked out of a corner of Xiao Chen's lips as he sustained some internal injuries.

"Stop!"

Just as the white-clad man was about to continue attacking, a saber light flew over. It was Wu Xiaotian rushing over.

"Snow Demon Monarch, you really give me a lot of face. To think that you actually infiltrated my Heavenly Saber Mountain Manor alone," Wu Xiaotian said with a cold voice.

The moment Wu Xiaotian said that, everyone was shocked. It turned out that it really was a Demon Monarch who had come over.

The Snow Demon Monarch said indifferently, "You are too polite. If not for you being too strong, why would I need to make the effort to come myself? Any other Demon would be discovered the moment they approached the Heavenly Saber Mountain Manor."

"Leave, then. You already lost your opportunity and can no longer obtain the Eternal Ice. Ying Zongtian and the Sword Sovereign Liu Xiaoyun are already rushing over. If you do not leave now, you will not be able to later," Wu Xiaotian said calmly with a cold voice. His gaze appeared as sharp as a saber.

The white-clad man did not say anything. He faced Wu Xiaotian's gaze and initiated a silent battle in the air. Two peak Martial Emperors clashed with their Sovereign Emperor's Might.

"Rumble…!"

The entire Heavenly Saber Mountain Manor started trembling violently. Countless buildings toppled, and the surrounding astral arenas exploded one by one like huge fireworks in the Starry Heavens.

As the Emperor's Might spread out, the cultivators around did not even dare to breathe heavily. They only felt cold sweat running down their backs. Under a pressure as heavy as a mountain, they could not move a single muscle.

The strong Emperor's Might of two Ninth Heaven Martial Emperors collided, causing great changes in the world around them.

Wu Xiaotian was like a treasure saber that connected the sky to the ground, showing a sharpness that could not be blocked. The Snow Demon Monarch had vast Demonic Might, appearing like a berserk snowstorm and displaying an absolute tyranny that sealed the world in ice.

At first, the two were about equal, neither giving way to the other.

However, after about one hour, Wu Xiaotian slowly started to show signs of fatigue. Such a high-intensity clash of Emperor's Might was very draining on the mind.

"Master!"

Wen Ziran's face sank. He felt very anxious and wanted to go and help. However, under the pressure of two peak Ninth Heaven Martial Emperors' Emperor's Might, he could not even move for a moment.

Everyone present started to feel worried. The moment one's aura lost out, victory could be decided in the next second.

The Snow Demon Monarch's lips curled up slightly. "Wu Xiaotian, if it were in the past, I should be leaving now. However, I've changed my mind. For…you are already old!"

"Creak! Creak!"

However, just at this moment, at this most crucial moment, the Cycle War Chariot moved.

Inside the chariot, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and did his best to control his body. He shook off the pressure from the two's strong Emperor's Might. The trembling of the war chariot intensified. Then, he shouted, and the seven Divine Weapons that had fallen to the ground earlier shot up.

The Divine Weapons returned to their sheaths, and Xiao Chen managed to struggle free in the next moment. He narrowed his eyes and slapped down with his right hand, making the Cycle War Chariot roll forward quickly.

Before thousands of cultivators, in a situation where no one could move, Xiao Chen managed to move.

As the war chariot approached, Xiao Chen's strong aura reinforced Wu Xiaotian's, making Wu Xiaotian's aura like a sharp saber instantly piercing through the sky.

The Snow Demon Monarch vomited blood and moved back quickly. At the most critical moment in the clash of auras, he lost.

"Snow Demon Monarch, are you still not going to scram?!" Wu Xiaotian shouted coldly.

"Wu Xiaotian, don't ever give me a second chance. The next time, you will not be this lucky."

The Snow Demon Monarch glared furiously at the Cycle War Chariot before leaving in a sorry state, not daring to remain any longer.

When the Snow Demon Monarch was far away, blood spurted out of Wu Xiaotian's mouth as he took several steps back and fell to one knee.