Chapter 364: Chapter 73: Sword Fight with the Emperors, Ao Jiu Makes His Appearance_3
Translator: 549690339
It was the Mother Snake, a powerful demon in the Eighth Realm.
“What’s the rush? The real show is yet to come…”
A strong man laid on the black cloud, lifting one leg, biting and crushing the head of a human cultivator, blood gushing out as his muffled words spilled out.
The Fiery Flood Dragon Emperor furrowed his brow but couldn’t hold back, saying:
“We can’t wait anymore, we must conquer them before daybreak, or else things may change.”
Having said that, he transformed into his flood dragon form and headed towards the ground.
Zhao Huai sliced through roots and vines, and as if sensing something, looked up into the sky.
A gigantic flood dragon that blocked out the sun appeared in the sky.
Zhao Huai had a smile on his face, fearless, and said, “Finally here? I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”
At the same time, his voice reached the location of the Demon Cloud, loudly saying, “Are all the Demon Emperors cowards who fear death?”
Upon hearing this, both the demon race and human cultivators were stunned. Did he really intend to face off against all the Demon Emperors alone, unafraid of death?
The Fiery Flood Dragon Emperor in the air, feeling very unhappy after hearing this, roared, “Zhao Huai, can you withstand the wrath of us Demon Emperors?! How do you want to die!”
Yu Qinghan, Dongfang Xuan, Zhou Ping, the Sect Master of Taique Sacred Sect, elders of various sects, and the true disciples were all dumbfounded and felt incredibly shocked.
Was Zhao Huai really going to face several Demon Emperors alone?
Yu Qinghan had a look of admiration on her face, excitement in her eyes. “Has my husband’s strength gotten this powerful after secluding himself for five years?”
She silently vowed that if she could return alive to Xia Country, she must focus on cultivating and no longer be involved in the mortal affairs, or else she would soon be far surpassed by Zhao Huai.
Zhou Ping, with his honest, round face, earnestly said:
“His Highness has unfathomable strength. Even now, I cannot comprehend it. It’s truly incredible. Perhaps he can really create a miracle.”
“If we get through this crisis today, His Highness’s name will be known throughout the world and become legendary, just like Ancestor Yan Zu.”
Even Dongfang Xuan couldn’t help but feel stirred and nod her head.
If it weren’t for her serious injuries, she would have loved to fight alongside His Highness.
The Sect Master of Taique Sacred Sect, wearing a scholarly green robe, stroked his beard and said with bright eyes:
“Perhaps today, there really is a chance of turning things around. After recovering from our injuries, we can join forces with the Crown Prince of Yan Country to fight, and we might be able to leave Anxi Prefecture.”
“Together, we can kill him and then take down the Xia’s Empress within the great formation.”
If Flower Empress and Fiery Demon Emperor joined forces, it would be hard for ordinary cultivators at the Metamorphosis Stage to last ten breaths.
“Huh!”
The Flower Empress exhaled a breath, releasing a massive amount of pollen from the sky, containing a hallucinatory effect.
Zhao Huai noticed it a bit late, but thanks to his [Three Flowers Gathering at the Top] destiny in his mind, his spiritual power was incredibly strong and immune to any illusions.
Zhao Huai was momentarily lost, then returned to clarity.
At this moment, a row of fiery dragons made of flames rushed towards him.
The scorching dragons spewed from the Flood Dragon Emperor’s mouth would melt most magical weapons into molten metal.
A row of thick flames, like dragons and serpents, conveying a deadly power to flood rivers and mountains, threatened to roast Zhao Huai to a puddle of blood.
Facing such a blow, Zhao Huai felt a bit uneasy and came up with a plan.
He transmitted his voice into the small world of the reincarnation treasured mirror and said:
“Ao Jiu, haven’t you always wanted to get out and breathe some fresh air? Today, I’ll give you a chance.”
“Can’t beat them, and now you finally think of me?”
A deep and resounding voice like a large bell echoed from the small world.
“Just say if you want it or not.”
“Fine, fine. I have been cultivating for ten thousand years. It’s time for me to see the world again.”
