Chapter 116: Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Slaying Emperors, Unrivaled Might

The clear sky cracked open. Thunder roared like a divine drum, shaking the heavens and rattling countless eardrums.

Ye Wushang’s blade descended, cleaving all life, severing all things. Wherever it passed, the firmament itself was torn asunder.

The terrifying blade light fell like a collapsing world.

The demonic emperors were struck head-on. Empowered by the blade’s will, the slash sent them flying, vomiting blood.

Putrid black ichor sprayed from their mouths—each drop of demon blood corroding the land for miles.

Their bodies slammed into a towering mountain CRASH! and brought it crumbling down.

They barely managed to stand, trembling, arms shaking uncontrollably.

That one strike had shattered their imperial-grade demonic weapons. The sheer force had ruptured the tendons in their arms.

But they couldn’t care less.

Their eyes were hollow. Their souls felt as if they’d been ripped from their bodies.

Their faces were pale, their auras plummeting.

“How is he this strong? Just a King, how did he do this?”

The Red Blotch Demon Emperor’s voice trembled. He couldn’t accept it.

One full-powered strike and they couldn’t even block it.

Ye Wushang didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

His gaze was cold. His blade gleamed in hand.

Then without a word he clenched his fist and struck again.

A thunderous punch, wrapped in divine lightning, crashed down.

The two demon emperors didn’t even have time to react.

They were obliterated on the spot.

Demonic blood rained from the sky.

Had it been left unchecked, the corrosive force would have turned tens of thousands of miles into a wasteland any creature touched by it risked demonic corruption.

But Ye Wushang’s power was infused with thunder. It purified the blood, neutralizing the corruption.

The blood became nourishment revitalizing the land.

Yue Rushuang and Zhao Qingge stared at Ye Wushang in stunned silence.

They had always known he was powerful.

But witnessing him casually slay two demon emperors with a single blade…

It was beyond terrifying.

A King slaying Emperors.

Wherever he walked, only ruin remained.

Such power is peerless and divine.

Their eyes sparkled with admiration.

Ye Wushang felt a surge of pride.

Who could resist the adoration of their own women?

“Husband” they whispered, eyes filled with affection.

Ye Wushang’s heart stirred but he kept his composure. After all, Ye Zhixin and Ye Zilan were still nearby.

But his gaze said enough.

The women understood.

A ripple in the void.

Powerful forces were approaching.

“This isn’t a good place to linger. Let’s find somewhere quieter to rest.”

The women blushed but nodded shyly.

Without another word, Ye Wushang wrapped an arm around each of their waists, gathered his children, and vanished into the horizon.

Moments later, the void tore open.

A figure stepped out.

“Such terrifying battle fluctuations this was a clash between Emperors!”

“Demonic aura: someone killed two demon emperors here?”

His expression shifted from caution to shock.

Killing one emperor was already rare.

And the lingering aura wasn’t even at the Emperor level.

Could it have been a King?

More void rifts opened.

One by one, powerful Kings emerged each scanning the battlefield.

But none could determine who had done it.

Eventually, they left murmuring in awe.

Meanwhile, Ye Wushang sat by a tavern window, sipping wine as he watched the crowd below.

Zhixin and Zilan had gone to explore the market.

He let them roam; they deserved it.

As for Zhao Qingge and Yue Rushuang, they remained in their room, recovering.

Where they were injured only the three of them knew.

Haoyi City largest stronghold under the Haoran Sword Sect.

A gateway to the sect.

A city that rivaled even the Tianji Pavilion’s central domain.

Ye Wushang made a silent vow:

One day, the Ye Clan will have a city .

Just then an argument broke out below.

He glanced down and narrowed his eyes.

Zhixin and Zilan were being blocked by a group of disciples.

At their head stood a young man in Haoran Sword Sect robes his aura formidable.

His eyes gleamed as he stared at Zhixin like prey.

“Miss, I was struck by your beauty at first sight. We’ve walked together this far won’t you at least tell me your name?”

Zhixin frowned, her voice cold.

His gaze disgusted her. Love at first sight? More like lust.

Zhixin’s beauty was flawless she had inherited the best of Ye Wushang and Yue Rushuang.

With her noble bearing and supreme talent, she drew attention wherever she went.

But her icy demeanor usually kept trouble at bay.

The man’s face darkened.

“You won’t even give me that much? Must you embarrass me?”

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

“That’s Sun Xinhao, an elite disciple of the Haoran Sword Sect. A top contender in the sect tournament…”

“He’s talented, strong but petty and vindictive. Obsessed with women.”

“And his grandfather’s an elder. Most don’t dare offend him.”

“Those siblings, they’re in trouble.”

Zhixin opened her mouth but Zilan stopped her.

He stepped forward, eyes calm.

“Give you face? Who do you think you are?”

His tone was soft but his words were sharp.

Father said: when dealing with pests, hit them hard. Only then will they learn.

He hadn’t expected such defiance.

“You dare talk to me like that? I’ll see how strong you really are!”

A sword light flashed his Earth-grade technique had reached perfection.

Zilan looked younger but didn’t flinch.

He raised his fist and struck.

A shockwave rippled for miles.

When the dust settled.

Sun Xinhao staggered back dozens of steps, barely keeping his footing.

He stared in disbelief.

One punch and I lost?

Zilan’s gaze was calm, almost mocking.

Sun Xinhao’s face twisted with jealousy.

He raised his sword again.

Another sword intercepted his strike.

Both were forced back.

A new figure stepped forward.

“Ye Zifeng! Stay out of this!”

It was Ye Zifeng Ye Wushang’s fourth son.

Without a word, he had drawn his sword and blocked the blow.