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Death Grip
At this moment, those who were thinking of rescuing Xing Chen, including Xueqing, suddenly stopped in their tracks. Going over now would be a suicidal act, and with Xing Chen's immense strength, there was not the slightest hint of danger. On the contrary, the one truly in danger was the Golden Crow Deity.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? How can you be so strong? You are definitely not the same person as before; who exactly are you? Who are you?" The Golden Crow Deity shouted frantically. His own attacks had been blocked by the opponent, which was acceptable since being blocked was normal. However, from the opponent's attack came a powerful divine flame that nearly burned his hand to ashes. This flame was undoubtedly stronger than his Golden Crow Divine Flame.
"Before you die, I will tell you!" Hate Emperor declared with great authority.
"Fine! I will fight you!" The Golden Crow Deity roared, and his entire body instantly ignited in golden flames. At the same time, his arms swelled, and his body transformed into a sphere, floating high in the air.
At this moment, the Golden Crow Deity seemed to have transformed into a Nine Divine Suns. Within this divine sun, there appeared a three-legged golden firebird that emitted a series of clear cries.
This firebird was the Golden Crow, a divine bird whose power could rival that of Zhuque.
"Do you think this will allow you to contend with me? How naive!" Hate Emperor sneered again. Then, with a slight twist of his palm, a black magic sword instantly formed in his hand—it was the Hate Demon Sword!
At the same time, a powerful sense of hatred appeared on Hate Emperor's face, tinged with loneliness, desolation, and bleakness.
"Buzz!" Just then, the Nine Divine Suns in the sky suddenly buzzed loudly as a beam of golden light shot down.
"Magic Eye Vortex!" Two black holes slowly began to rotate in front of Hate Emperor, swallowing all the golden light that had descended.
"I understand now; you are cultivating Hate Emperor's Art, and it's the complete version! Did you obtain Hate Emperor's Inheritance? No, that's impossible. You are not the same person as before; who exactly are you? Could it be that you are Hate Emperor?" The Golden Crow Deity, transformed into a sun, still voiced his doubts. However, even he could hardly believe his last question.
The Sea Domain's Ten Great Emperors—one lord had already died over thirty thousand years ago. How could Hate Emperor possibly reappear?
"You are correct; it is indeed me!" A dark light flickered in Hate Emperor's eyes as he slowly revealed a hint of nostalgia on his face.
Born with lofty ambitions yet lacking extraordinary martial talent,
Not hating all beings nor life itself, only resenting that the earth is devoid of emotion.
These few sentences are used to describe the Hate Emperor. The Hate Emperor has always had great ambitions, but his own talents are extraordinarily poor. While others cultivate at a rapid pace, he may not even cover a mile after cultivating for a thousand days.
Regarding all of this, the Hate Emperor does not hate living beings nor fate; he only hates this land, because it shapes human nature and alters it. Therefore, he does not hate living beings or fate, but only despises the land for being heartless.
"It’s impossible, absolutely impossible! The Hate Emperor has been dead for thirty thousand years; how could you possibly be the Hate Emperor? It’s absolutely impossible!" The Golden Crow Deity shouted frantically, unable to believe that someone who had disappeared for thirty thousand years could reappear in the world. This was utterly inconceivable, and with the Hate Emperor's cultivation level, killing him would be a matter of a mere gesture. How could he possibly have fought him for so long?
"I-I can't be hearing this right! My junior brother claims to be the Hate Emperor? He was one of the Ten Great Emperors of the Sea Domain back then." Mo Feiyu had an expression of disbelief.
"The Top Ten Emperors, and Wanlong Jun has long been dead, right? How could he possibly reappear? This is impossible!" Ouyang Zhenhai also looked horrified.
Only Xueqing maintained a relatively normal expression because she knew that Xing Chen was definitely not the Hate Emperor. She was certain of this. As for why Xing Chen would say such things, she would have to wait until Xing Chen returned to ask.
"Whether it’s possible or not, you’ll know after receiving one move." The Hate Emperor said as he suddenly slashed forward with his magic sword.
"Demon Sword Slash Breaks the Ground, All Directions Return to Dust!"
As the Hate Emperor swung his sword, a powerful force instantly tore through space and appeared before the Golden Crow Deity. The divine sun transformed from the Golden Crow Deity had no power to resist under this devastating blow and was instantly shattered by the strike.
"No—You absolutely cannot be the Hate Emperor! I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it..." The Golden Crow Deity's soul screamed as it vanished.
"Belief or disbelief doesn’t change your fate!" The Hate Emperor increased his strength in his hand and instantly destroyed that divine sun.
"Ah—" Accompanied by a shrill scream from the Golden Crow Deity, his aura vanished in Lianyao Tower. At the same time, in a certain location within Dragon Blood Palace, a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Wow..." As he spat out blood, his aura immediately weakened, but disbelief still lingered in his eyes.
"How is this possible? How can this be? The Hate Emperor has actually reappeared in the world; how can this be?" The Golden Crow Deity muttered in disbelief: "Born with great ambitions but lacking extraordinary martial talent; does not hate living beings nor fate, only despises the land for being heartless!"
"Could it be that the Hate Emperor did not die back then? Instead, he was severely injured or even imprisoned somewhere and has just recently emerged? That last strike could only have been executed by the Hate Emperor himself; that intent and that power cannot be mistaken." The Golden Crow Deity's gaze flickered slightly. He was originally from the Hate Emperor Palace and belonged to that era of the Hate Emperor. There’s no doubt about it; after reaching Merging Void Realm, as long as there are no accidents, living for tens of thousands of years is not an extraordinary feat.
However, at that time, he had not yet reached his current level of cultivation; he was only at the Peak of Fate Observation Realm. Although he was quite weak in the Hate Emperor Palace back then, he was fortunate enough to witness the battle between the Hate Emperor and another figure known as the Emperor of Thunder Punishment.
During that time, the Hate Emperor used a magical sword technique in battle. The intent and power were exactly the same as what he felt now, which made his heart race with excitement.
The reason he left the Hate Emperor Palace was entirely due to a major change that occurred three thousand years ago. The current Hate Emperor Palace had already been taken over by external forces, and he left because he sensed this change in advance.
Others did not believe his words at that time, so those people are now all imprisoned by the master of the Hate Emperor Palace.
On another note, after defeating the Golden Crow Deity, the Hate Emperor relinquished control over Xing Chen's body, allowing Xing Chen to regain control.
"Hate Emperor, your strength is truly formidable! You must teach me a couple of techniques when you have time; you can't keep it all to yourself!" Xing Chen said eagerly after regaining control of his body. "Especially that technique that can extract the Purple Gold Flame from within; I absolutely must learn it." Xing Chen glanced at the Purple Gold Tiger on his shoulder and chuckled.
"Woo woo woo..." The Purple Gold Tiger waved its paws in protest but was completely ignored by Xing Chen.
"My strength is naturally super strong; otherwise, I wouldn't be the Emperor of Thunder Punishment," the Hate Emperor replied. "However, I will need to think carefully about teaching you two techniques. After all, you haven't formally become my disciple, so I have no obligation to teach you!"
"Come on! How can you be like this? Can we still have fun together in the future?" Xing Chen said indignantly.
"I'm speaking the truth. If you want me to teach you, you must first become my disciple; otherwise, I absolutely will not teach you," the Hate Emperor stated calmly.
"Fine! If you won't teach me, then I don't want to learn anyway!" Xing Chen rolled his eyes.
"Xing Chen, are you alright?" At this moment, Mo Feiyu and a few others approached Xing Chen with concerned expressions.
"I'm fine! What could possibly happen to me?" Xing Chen replied.
"By the way, how did you suddenly become so powerful just now?" Mo Feiyu asked as he looked at Xing Chen.
"Exactly! You even defeated a fragment of the Golden Crow Deity; that's incredible! Do you have some secret technique? If you do, hurry up and share it; you can't keep it to yourself!" Ouyang Zhenhai chimed in eagerly.
"That's right, that's right. You can't keep secrets. Even if you keep secrets from them, you can't keep secrets from me." Xue Lian nodded repeatedly.
"I..." Xing Chen was a bit speechless and was about to explain when Xueqing spoke up.
"What are you all doing? Are you treating Junior Brother Xing Chen like a criminal? Is this how you seniors behave?" Xueqing couldn't help but speak out when she saw them interrogating Xing Chen like he was a criminal.
Seeing Xueqing stand up for him, Xing Chen showed a grateful expression on his face.
"Junior Sister Xueqing, we were just asking Junior Brother Xing Chen a few questions. We didn't mean anything by it; you don't have to defend him so much!" Mo Feiyu said with a bitter smile. Every time he saw Xueqing defending Xing Chen like this, it made him feel a pang of bitterness.
"Why can't I defend him?" Xueqing huffed.
"Junior Sister Xueqing, you can't be like this. If there's something good, you should share it with everyone. You can't just keep it to yourself," Ouyang Zhenhai also said with a wry smile.
"I'm keeping it to myself, so what?" Xueqing replied stubbornly.
"That's right, that's right. I'm keeping it to myself, what are you going to do about it?" Xue added in agreement.
"Xue, which side are you on?" Mo Feiyu said, facepalming in exasperation.
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