Chapter 842: Senior Brother, you didn't die

Yunluo Shèngzhǔ was instantly a bit confused; we haven't even fought yet, what does it mean for you to kneel first?

However, Yuan Cang completely ignored Yunluo Shèngzhǔ's meaning, or rather, he didn't hear it at all.

At this moment, his eyes widened, staring fixedly at the old wine ghost locked in battle with the Barbarian Emperor, his eyes full of disbelief as he muttered.

"Impossible, how could this be? This this this.................."

"Yuan Cang brother, what on earth are you saying?"

Hearing Yuan Cang's nonsense, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ was completely bewildered.

Is he scared stupid? No way—when we dealt with Qingtian Holy Land before, Yu Mo, Wang Man, and Yuan Cang were each tougher than the last.

Even facing the Barbarian Tribe right now, he shouldn't be scared into this state.

Or perhaps Yuan Cang has an innate fear of the Barbarian Tribe.

Either way, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ looking at Yuan Cang is utterly confused.

"I say, Yuan Cang brother, should we finish the fight before talking?"

After all, this is a major battle; we rushed here to support, and there's hardly any time to waste.

This time, Yuan Cang actually listened; just then, the Barbarian Emperor threw a punch, the old wine ghost raised his sword to block, but the immense force still sent him flying hundreds of meters away.

"Today I will slaughter you, Human Race Emperor."

Gaining the upper hand, the Barbarian Emperor gave the old wine ghost no time to breathe, directly soaring upward.

At the same time, an angry shout came.

"Seek death."

Yuan Cang flashed forward to the Barbarian Emperor's front and, without a word, threw a punch.

Another Human Race Emperor appeared; the Barbarian Emperor's eyes flashed with surprise, but Yuan Cang didn't care.

"This damn thing dares to attack the Senior Brother; today I won't let him live."

Indeed, Yuan Cang's shock stems entirely from the fact that this old wine ghost is the Senior Brother of him, Yu Mo, and himself.

That is Qi Xiong and Hong Zun's master, the former Sect Master of the Dao Yi Sect.

Earlier, when this old thing's coffin was found empty, Yuan Cang and the others were furious.

We never imagined that this old thing wasn't dead and had even shown up in Zhongzhou.

When this guy was buried, Yuan Cang and the others watched helplessly as shovelful after shovelful of earth covered him.

Yet this bastard pulled a fake death.

After the shock came anger; it's a shame that, back when this old thing passed away, Yuan Cang and his fellow disciples were still grief-stricken.

But this old thing actually isn't dead?

But now is obviously not the time to talk about this; Yuan Cang channeled all his rage into the Barbarian Emperor before him.

As for the old wine ghost, upon seeing Yuan Cang appear, he was initially startled, but quickly came to his senses and greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Yuan Cang junior brother, long time no see."

"Get lost, damn it."

Yuan Cang, without even looking back, cursed and his attacks grew fiercer.

"Does this old thing still have the nerve to talk to me? Back then he shed how many tears; at his age, he cried like an old dog, and in the end this bastard didn't even die."

Yuan Cang was full of resentment, but having just broken into the Imperial Realm, he was still at a disadvantage compared to the Barbarian Emperor.

The Barbarian Emperor's cultivation is Imperial Realm Perfected, while Yuan Cang is only at the Imperial Realm Entry.

Thus, after the initial distraction, the Barbarian Emperor gradually gained the upper hand and completely suppressed Yuan Cang.

One side filled with resentment, the other being beaten down by the Barbarian Emperor, Yuan Cang's anger only grew.

Seeing the old wine ghost still showing no intention to act, he couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Huh?"

"If you've seen enough, come help."

"Oh oh, coming."

Hearing that, the old wine ghost hesitated no more, put away his wine gourd, and rushed back into the fight.

The two surrounded him, and the Barbarian Emperor's advantage vanished instantly—moreover, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ also joined the attack.

Faced with the siege of three Human Race Emperors, the Barbarian Emperor also sensed the threat of death.

One-on-one, even if he couldn't win, the Barbarian Emperor wouldn't panic, because if he wanted to leave, the opponent couldn't stop him.

Two-on-one, though dangerous, he was still confident he could retreat unharmed.

But now, facing a siege by three Human Race Emperors simultaneously, the Barbarian Emperor had little confidence left.

Right now, not to mention victory, even self-preservation is difficult—escaping would surely not be easy.

The battle in the sky shifted quickly as Yuan Cang and Yunluo Shèngzhǔ appeared.

Accordingly, the Human Race side on the lower battlefield also saw its morale surge.

"Support has arrived, brothers, support has arrived—hold on!"

"Kill."

"Slaughter all these barbarian dogs."

Conversely, the Barbarian Tribe's side saw its morale continually weaken.

Originally this battle had been planned for so long, it should have been a sure win, but who would have thought that inside the Iron Prison Gate there still existed a Human Race Emperor?

This directly threw off the Barbarian Tribe's plans, and now, with two more Human Race Emperors arriving, it completely left them without confidence.

From initial full confidence to now panicked disarray, the Barbarian Tribe's morale naturally plummeted to the bottom.

With one side's gain and the other's loss, the Human Race cultivators grew braver in battle, while the Barbarian Tribe merely struggled to resist and survive.

After all, the Emperor Battle in the sky, the Barbarian Tribe have no advantage at all, and moreover, the Barbarian Emperor even has a life-and-death position.

"Damn it, how could the Human Race possibly have so many Great Emperors?"

Suddenly three Great Emperors appeared, directly catching the Barbarian Tribe off guard.

Even all the Mang Emperors are now worrying about the Barbarian Emperor's safety, unsure if he has a chance to escape.

Worrying about the Barbarian Emperor, he naturally has no mood to continue entangling with the Human Race.

As for Yang Qin and the other Great Saint Elders, although they have suffered heavy injuries at this moment, they have instead entangled the Barbarian Tribe's many Mang Emperors.

As time passes, the injury of the Barbarian Emperor in the sky becomes increasingly severe.

Fighting one against three is indeed too strenuous; moreover, that Old Drunkard's cultivation is not weaker than his at all, and he is also a perfected Emperor Realm.

Furthermore, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ has a minor accomplishment in the Emperor Realm, Yuan Cang has an entry-level in the Emperor Realm, and the Barbarian Emperor being able to hold on until now is already extremely uncommon.

Well then, having just blocked an attack from the Old Drunkard, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ has already struck down with a palm.

Brush Cloud Hand

Completely unable to dodge or defend, he was directly hit in the front by Yunluo Shèngzhǔ's palm.

His body was blasted flying several thousand meters, and his mouth uncontrollably spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

However, just as he stopped his body, Yuan Cang had already been waiting here, and both sides simultaneously blasted toward the Barbarian Emperor's back heart.

Damn...............

Likewise unable to react, just as the Barbarian Emperor gritted his teeth and cursed silently, at a critical moment, in front of Yuan Cang, space was torn open a rift, and then a bloody fist light fiercely blasted out.

Not only did it shatter Yuan Cang's attack, it also sent him flying several hundred meters.

Immediately following from within the space rift, another Barbarian Emperor walked out.

A head of red hair, his physique equally robust and unmatched, moreover his body covered with wounds crisscrossing, as if continually displaying his lifetime's battle achievements.