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Indeed, it was as expected...

The Emperor looked at the motionless King of Qin and took a step towards him with a smile.

A glint of cold light flashed in the King of Qin’s eyes as he too stood up. Although their auras hadn’t erupted yet, the situation was on a knife-edge, poised to explode in an instant.

"Can I interpret it to mean that once that creature activates the ability to restore its strength, it can no longer use its previous abilities?"

"Are you sure?" the King of Qin asked with a smile.

"Positive..." the Emperor nodded seriously, "Because if it retained that bizarre power, why wouldn’t it also bring the priests of the Ancient Demon Clan in here?"

"Perhaps this place is already full?" the King of Qin responded indifferently, "Or maybe certain conditions must be met to bring someone in?"

"That’s indeed a possibility..." The Emperor spoke while turning to head straight toward the collapsing mountains and rivers in the distance.

He had just geared up when a fiercely sharp sword suddenly struck from the side.

The Emperor’s gaze never left the King of Qin, yet he failed to see how the King of Qin’s sword had been drawn. With a burst of internal Qi, towering flames surged towards the sky. The Emperor did not dodge or avoid, letting the sword slash towards his neck.

It wasn’t really letting it happen; he knew he couldn’t react fast enough. This might be the fastest sword he had ever encountered.

He had always known the King of Qin’s sword was swift, one of the best swordsmen in the world.

Even his elder sister Siao Mingyue held it in high esteem.

He had rarely seen the King of Qin take action himself, and during the assassination attempt, he had no chance to draw his sword.

To truly duel in martial combat, this might indeed be the first time.

But he had not expected it to be so fast!

His own swordsmanship was far inferior...

The Emperor quickly made his judgment and stopped struggling; he knew there was no opportunity for him to draw his sword, and even if he did, it would be to no avail.

But he had his own way of fighting!

Shink!

The sharp edge of the sword cut into the flesh, and golden blood spilled out, making the surrounding flames boil even more. However, the King of Qin’s complexion wasn’t looking good.

His sword had aimed for a vital point. The opponent couldn’t keep up with his speed, but his sword couldn’t cut through!

This guy... actually used his muscle to trap his sword!

Taking advantage of the martial artist’s instinct for life-and-death crises, acting after reacting, he mustered the muscle’s strength at the instant the sword penetrated his flesh.

The body’s energy also concentrated in that spot in an instant, which led to the full-fledged sword strike failing to even penetrate the skin, leaving only a wound less than three millimeters deep!

That wasn’t all; as the sword blade was obstructed for less than a millisecond, the terrifying temperature made it impossible for him to even hold the hilt.

He had to abandon his sword and retreat.

In the next instant, having withdrawn three zhang away, he saw the treasured sword that had been clamped in the neck melt into a pool of molten iron. ..

The King of Qin took a sharp breath.

That was the treasured sword found deep in the Eastern Sea, forged from Northern Sea cold iron, rumored to be a weapon favored by the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea. And it couldn’t last even a millisecond against this guy’s strength?

No wonder the Black Empress couldn’t even flee before dying. This guy’s power...

"It seems there is no mistake..." The Emperor covered the wound on his neck, the intense heat immediately cauterizing the wound, forming an ugly centipede-like scar, but he seemed unconcerned, looking at the King of Qin: "It’s been many years, Your Highness. Your skills are still as frightening."

"Not as frightening as you..." The King of Qin scoffed coldly.

This guy... was simply a monster in human form!

"You can’t win against Us..."

The King of Qin was taken aback and sneered at the serious look in the other’s eyes: "After so many years, you seem much more confident. So sure that I can’t win against you?"

"Yes!" the Emperor nodded, "There is not much strength left in Us, but We must get out, so if you strike again, We will strike back with full force. No more hesitation. If you believe you can defeat Us, then make your move..."

Upon hearing these words, the cold smile on the King of Qin’s face suddenly froze.

Those words were almost akin to a blatant provocation, the underlying message being: if you dare to attack, I’m ready to fight to the death!

Dare you?

The Emperor closed his eyes and infused his strength, a phoenix-like cry resonated, and he shot up into the sky. Two wings of flame supported him in the air as he unhesitatingly flew towards the distance.

As someone from a Bloodline Noble Family, one of the only two bloodlines that could fly, once he took to the sky, the King of Qin had only one last chance to strike.

Everyone knew that when facing a flying creature, it was best to kill it before it took off; otherwise, in the high skies, as you muster strength to leap upward, you leave yourself wide open to a deadly counterattack.

The King of Qin’s hand also grabbed another treasured sword at his waist at that moment, reason telling him he absolutely must not let the Emperor escape.

This time, exploiting the opponent’s unfamiliarity with White Drawing’s capabilities, he caught the opponent off guard and imprisoned him.

Victory seemed secure; if he let the person escape now, all previous efforts would be wasted.

Among all the people present, he possessed the highest burst strength, making him the best candidate to defeat White Drawing in a short time!

He absolutely cannot be allowed to leave, at least not until White Drawing’s King Level seal is released, he must not be let out!

The King of Qin understood the situation very clearly, but... with the hilt in hand, he found himself unable to move it even a little bit...

It’s one thing to comprehend it rationally, but courage and momentum are another matter.

The Emperor’s words were intentionally directed at him, but he was also well aware that if he dared to move, the opponent would certainly do as he had said.

This guy was sealed by the Dark Crow Flame at the King Level, and his body was already at its bearing limit. Even if he could still exert strength, as the opponent had said, he wouldn’t have much stamina left.

To put it clearly, I have only one bullet. If you don’t let me go out to shoot it, I will shoot you.

Do you dare to make a move?

The King of Qin watched the opponent, one breath, two breaths...

Almost in an instant of hesitation, the Emperor had already soared high into the sky.

With trembling hands holding the sword, the King of Qin stood still dumbfounded. As he came back to his senses and watched the opponent’s vanishing figure, he clenched his teeth tightly!

He didn’t dare to make a move...

Unable to see him for twenty years, he was actually intimidated by this youngster...

The thought alone made the King of Qin feel so furious that it seemed as if he was about to combust, but he immediately calmed down, for White Drawing’s ability was to release without regulation, and he couldn’t let negative emotions control him.

It’s okay...

Looking at where the opponent’s figure disappeared, the King of Qin consoled himself, he can’t win... there was no need for him to struggle desperately against someone who was sure to lose.

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"Here it comes!!"

In the world outside the painting, Chen Qing suddenly looked up at the sky. A phoenix cry piercing the heavens, with formidable flames, completely burned the sky within the painting, and the fiery figure descended from the sky like a cannonball.

At this moment, almost everyone stopped their actions.

Simply because that streak of light was too dazzling.

Chen Qing watched the bright light that was almost blinding and couldn’t help but sigh.

This guy... really is the model of flashiness.

It reminded him of a few years ago, the first time he saw the other side unleash their divine power, just as imposing and just as radiant.

Now... he had grown to be able to confront the top figures in the world, yet he still found it somewhat hard to keep his eyes open facing that light.

Boom!!

Like a falling meteor, the imposing figure unhesitatingly plummeted toward where White Drawing was, and the intense burst of flame forced White Drawing to hastily evade.

His pupils dilated, fixated on the person amidst the flames.

The people around also held their breath, even the tens of thousands of the Four Holy Army couldn’t suppress this terrifying momentum at this moment.

The Priest of Warfare watched the figure complexly, now understanding why the High Priest died without resistance at the opponent’s hands. Even if the High Priest didn’t have the chance to activate the King Level seal, so what?

At the same level, he really didn’t think anyone in this world could defeat this monster...

"Can we win?"

Ziyue asked cautiously while watching the formidable figure.

"That depends on the analysis..." Chen Qing whispered, "If we analyze the data, this guy’s physical burden is already at the limit, White Drawing has a strong base, and the Emperor actually has a great disadvantage, and moreover, there’s less than a quarter of an hour before the opponent can release the seal. "

"So you mean the chances of winning are slim?"

"From the data, yes..." Chen Qing took a breath, "But if we talk about momentum... it’s another matter entirely."