Chapter 542: The Emperor Bleeds

Whoosh!

The sword rose, spanning ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers; a single point of cold light illuminated the nine heavens.

Even though Donghuang Taiyi used his Golden Crow Dharma Form to block this sword, he still underestimated its sharpness.

If a god blocks, kill the god; if a Buddha blocks, kill the Buddha—this is not an exaggeration in the slightest.

Donghuang Taiyi retreated two steps; two drops of blood dripped from the back of his hand beneath his wide, dark-gold star robe.

He was injured!

But in the blink of an eye, that blood vanished as if time had flowed backward.

Time Law; Donghuang Taiyi also controlled this power, though it was not the Original Time Law like Houtu's.

Qing'er's expression changed slightly; she had not expected that her near-peak sword strike would fail to cause substantial damage to Donghuang Taiyi.

"If we were of the same realm, I would have been severely injured by this sword," Donghuang Taiyi said calmly.

Qing'er is at the early stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal, while the Eastern Emperor is currently at the late stage perfection of Daluo; one can see how terrifying Qing'er's combat power and extraordinary Sword Intent are.

"I have always killed with only one sword; if one sword cannot kill, I will not strike again. But you need not think of dealing with Xuanzang," Qing'er said.

Although she is arrogant and possesses an invincible sword heart, considering herself supreme above and below the heavens.

She could also see the gap between herself and Donghuang Taiyi; however, even though the Eastern Emperor's realm was higher than hers, it would not be so easy for him to take her down.

The Eastern Emperor was silent; compared to Dijun, his thoughts were even more profound.

When Houtu and Qing'er appeared together, he knew that he could not do anything to Xuanzang today.

On the other side, Dijun was frozen by Houtu's Chaos Bell, unable to move.

Taking this opportunity, Houtu beat Dijun like a dog in the water, punching and kicking him without pause.

Even though Dijun's physical body was comparable to a Quasi-Saint, he could not withstand the 100% critical physical damage from Houtu, this Ancestral Witch.

Especially since Houtu held a dark-gold club in her hand; to say it was a club was not entirely accurate, as the protruding part at the tip looked a bit like a large hammer.

Overall, it was like a club yet not a club, like a hammer yet not a hammer. It looked simple and unadorned, even quite crude.

But after striking Dijun, it made his Primordial Spirit tremble; if it continued for another moment or so, this Golden Crow Primordial Spirit would likely be shattered.

This club was no ordinary magic treasure, but the Ancestral Witch Hammer refined from Pangu's spine, containing terrifying power; it could cause the Primordial Spirit of an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal Great Ability to collapse.

Dijun's expression was ugly; as an ancient Emperor, he had never been so humiliated.

He roared in anger and unwillingness:

"Taiyi, help me!"

Hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi's figure escaped into the Void, arriving before Dijun in an instant; he waved his hands, and a spatial vortex moved Dijun out of the range of the Chaos Bell.

Although the Chaos Bell was now Houtu's magic treasure, when it came to the degree of understanding it, the Eastern Emperor asked himself who would dare claim to be first if he were second.

Dijun was saved and stood beside the Eastern Emperor, yet he was covered in wounds and his expression was ugly.

On the other side, Kunpeng, who had been bombarded by Xuanzang with the Amitabha Gatling, could no longer endure it.

He stopped pretending; as an ancient Great Ability at the Small Primordial Perfection, how could he be chased and beaten by a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal?

Roar!

Kunpeng roared, his Kunpeng Heaven-Splitting Claw clenched, and he struck toward Xuanzang with all his might.

This punch shook the Void, directly forming a vacuum zone with a radius of ten thousand miles.

Being inside it, both magic power and realm would be suppressed.

"Great Might Heavenly Dragon Fist!"

Xuanzang thrust his arms forward, and a phantom of an Ancestral Dragon leaking Haki and a majestic phantom of a Qilin arrived across the sky simultaneously!

The two collided with full-force punches; the Ancestral Dragon and Qilin roared, shaking the heavens and the earth!

Kunpeng's claw tore through the Void, stirring up violent energy tides, and the entire North Sea surged with endless waves.

With such a commotion, the entire Earth Immortal Realm could not pretend not to know.

On the edge of Beiming, countless vast lands were submerged by the overflowing North Sea, and flood disasters were constant.

The Jade Emperor and Buddha, these two big shots of the Three Realms, had ugly expressions.

Above Beiming.

"If the great battle continues to develop according to this trend, it won't be long before the entire Earth Immortal Realm is shattered," Bajie said.

"It shouldn't go that far," Sun Wukong said.

"That's because you underestimate the destructive power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. I estimate that Master and this ancient Emperor are holding back right now and haven't used their full strength. If they get desperate later on, that will be terrifying," Bajie said.

"It is indeed terrifying; it's a good thing this is the Earth Immortal Realm and not Renjian," Sun Wukong nodded after hearing this.

If the location were Renjian, Renjian would likely have been gone long ago.

Even so, Renjian was affected.

Meteors fell from the sky, earthquakes occurred frequently, volcanoes erupted, floods overflowed, and natural disasters were constant.

Xuanzang retreated several steps, his five viscera burning, feeling as if his entire flesh and blood were being torn apart; a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it down by force.

Kunpeng also retreated a few steps, but he possessed a Kunpeng body, which was physically strong, so he suffered no damage.

However, Kunpeng was even more wary of this; Xuanzang was only at the late stage of Great Luo and could go head-to-head with him without falling behind—if they were in the same realm, wouldn't he be no match for him?

And Xuanzang's physical body was truly terrifying; the physical strength of a Human Race could actually be on par with his own.

In fact, how could he know that Xuanzang had been refining his body since childhood using the Old Monk's unique Moral Tendon, and the cultivation technique was the Nameless Ancient Scroll gifted by Saint Houtu.

This Nameless Ancient Scroll had a mysterious origin; it initially corresponded directly to Great Luo Golden Immortal-level cultivation, and was even more unfathomable.

Even now, Xuanzang's level of comprehension of it was barely at the entry level.

The magical aspect of this technique was its all-around improvement of the practitioner, increasing their foundation and potential, simplifying the complex, and pointing directly to the source of the Great Dao; it was extremely perfect.

Rather than calling it a technique, it was better to call it an embodiment of the Dao; every time he contemplated it, his insights were different.

"Xuanzang, this ancestor admits that I underestimated you before. However, this ancestor was not serious either; do you really want to fight until we both perish?" Kunpeng said.

"Wrong, it is the Kun dies but the net does not break," Xuanzang said.

"..." Kunpeng.

"Brother Eastern Emperor, Brother Dijun, what do you think?" Kunpeng sent a voice transmission; at this moment, he did not have much desire to fight.

As one grows older, one preserves oneself and becomes especially precious of one's life; if one were to be injured, who knows how many years it would take to recover, it is not worth it.

"What do you mean what do I think? We have already fought to this extent, how can we just let it go like this?" Dijun said.

Eastern Emperor did not speak; he was thinking.

Kunpeng whispered: "Brother Dijun, actually, if you think about it carefully, we don't really have any hatred toward Xuanzang and his disciple."

"..., no hatred? Then you tell me how we ended up fighting," Dijun retorted.

"This... there might be a misunderstanding," Kunpeng said.

"Kunpeng, wasn't it you who suggested capturing Xuanzang to Devour his Qi Luck and Merit?" Eastern Emperor said, his gaze staring calmly at Kunpeng.

"Ahem, Brother Eastern Emperor, wasn't I doing this for Brother Dijun to quickly recover his peak cultivation? Besides, your little brother didn't expect Xuanzang's cultivation to be so formidable, and he even has helpers."

"If we really keep fighting, both sides will suffer, and the losses will outweigh the gains."

"Moreover, Empress Wa has told us to keep a low profile; if this matter continues to escalate, I fear Empress Wa will hold us accountable."

"..." Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were silent.