PHS Chapter 199 (Patreon)

Chapter 199: Which Great Emperor Still Lives in This World?

An ant, unworthy of even that name.

The withered voice belonged to a figure who struggled to lift his head. As he opened his eyes, a terrifying might that defied all description passed through the portal and descended upon this world.

"BOOM!"

Mountains crumbled and seas raged, the heavens collapsed and the earth split asunder. An incomparably tyrannical aura descended, like a vast ocean exploding, its waves sweeping across the entire world. All living beings were but ants, submerged and struggling in vain.

Countless people who had been clearing the battlefield suddenly fell to their knees, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Before this might, they had no resistance whatsoever.

"A... A... A Great Emperor!"

Yang Qiu was horrified beyond measure.

At that moment, his tongue was tied in knots. He had never eaten pork, but he had seen a pig run—just now, three Imperial Weapons had clashed. Though their auras differed, the might of an Emperor was genuine!

And the aura emanating from the old man before him was of the same level as that which radiated from the Imperial Weapons!

"What's happening?"

"What's going on?"

"A Great Emperor has descended. Is it a Great Emperor from the Blood Phantom Realm?"

Terrifying figures tore through the void and appeared in the sky above the valley.

At this point, whether Yang Qiu laid a formation or not was meaningless.

Because the appearance of a Great Emperor's might had drawn three Quasi-Emperors. They stood in the void, their faces grave as they gazed at the withered figure below. Every one of their hearts sank.

This was a genuine Great Emperor!

However, his blood and qi were withered, his white hair disheveled, and his strength had fallen from its peak. It was clear he did not have long to live.

But even so, a Great Emperor was still a Great Emperor. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse—if this twilight Emperor were to cross the boundary, killing the three of them would not be difficult.

"I will remember you all!"

The withered figure's lips opened and closed, his hoarse voice like a chilling wind sweeping across the land, seeping into the marrow of every bone. "When I return, I will reign over this realm, and you will all pay for your blood debt!"

As his voice fell, it was as if the six paths of reincarnation appeared in the withered figure's eyes. The universe trembled, and myriad stars fell. Surging divine light crossed time and space, condensing into blood-red seals that were imprinted upon every person present.

After leaving the marks, the withered figure turned, and the scene within the portal vanished.

"It's over."

Yang Qiu's face was ashen. He sank his consciousness inward and saw that upon his divine soul, a blood-red character had appeared—an imprint, and one left by a Great Emperor. 

The purpose of the Great Emperor from the Blood Phantom Realm in leaving such a mark was obvious. When he crossed the boundary, he would settle accounts with everyone present today!

"Can you two erase this imprint?"

Meng Qingzhi's eyes were dark. He never imagined that at the final moment, they would be marked by a twilight Great Emperor. The feeling was terrible—no one knew when this Great Emperor would cross over.

After all, there were no barriers between the two realms.

He could come over whenever he pleased. Even if they laid a formation, it would be useless against a Great Emperor!

"A technique left by a Great Emperor can only be undone by one of the same level. With our strength, it is impossible to resolve." The Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor shook his head.

He had just tried, but the imprint seemed innate, impossible to remove. In fact, it had become even clearer.

"The Blood Phantom Realm has a Great Emperor. This has exceeded our expectations. For now, we either ask a Great Emperor of our own realm to act, or we go over now and kill him!"

The other Quasi-Emperor, his hair unbound, his figure magnificent, held a great halberd. His voice was like the clashing of metal, sonorous and filled with soaring battle intent. It seemed he cared little for the imprint that had been placed on him—he even wanted to go and fight a battle with a Great Emperor!

"A twilight Great Emperor is still a Great Emperor!"

Meng Qingzhi shot the other a look of disdain. Though they were both of the human race, he questioned the other's judgment. 

Did he truly believe a Quasi-Emperor with an Imperial Weapon could stand against a Great Emperor?

"Otherwise, what solution do you have?" the Quasi-Emperor retorted.

Hearing this, Meng Qingzhi's face darkened. If he had a solution, he would have already voiced it.

"If I could become an Emperor, that might be a solution," Meng Qingzhi said after a moment's thought.

As his voice fell, he was met with two contemptuous gazes. The Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor swept a glance at Meng Qingzhi and said mockingly, "Fellow Daoist Meng, if becoming an Emperor were so easy, why would you have toiled for millions of years?"

Meng Qingzhi was the oldest of the three. His seniority far surpassed the other two—they were not even of the same era. If Meng Qingzhi had not shown himself, no one would have known he was still alive.

And the fact that he had lived so long without becoming an Emperor was testament to how difficult it was. It wasn't something one could achieve just by saying it.

"Is Fellow Daoist provoking me?" Meng Qingzhi's voice turned cold.

"Not at all."

The Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor had no interest in a war of words. He looked at the other Quasi-Emperor and said gravely, "What Fellow Daoist Ye said just now has some merit."

"Hm?"

The Ye Clan's Quasi-Emperor's face was grim. He had no common ground with the Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor. The fact that they hadn't come to blows was already a sign of great restraint.

"You mean, go over and kill him?" Meng Qingzhi said in disbelief.

One Quasi-Emperor had gone mad, and that was one thing. Was the Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor also so confident?

Did he really think anyone could fight above their level? Especially from Quasi-Emperor to Great Emperor? Wasn't that absurd?

The Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "I mean, we ask a Great Emperor of our own world to act!"

"In the present age, which Great Emperor still lives in this world?"

"The Master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets!"

The Golden Crow Clan's Quasi-Emperor slowly uttered those words.

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