Master of the Demon Emperor

"Fiend Lord of the Hanging Flame, Sword God Lu Ziwei, Sword Saint Xia Tianyi, Li Huahun, Leader of the Demon Cult Wei Niantian... is this a situation poised to overturn the heavens?"

Su Yie muttered to himself, feeling the pressure mounting.

The Divine Shadow Legion could only be used once a month; if he was too ostentatious, that would spell trouble.

Fortunately, Li Huahun was soon to come to his protection, which was a comfort.

However, he always remained vigilant towards Li Huahun.

In this world, where is there love without reason?

At once, he made inquiries within Emperor Su's Sect.

Su Yie: The Fiend Lord of the Hanging Flame came for Lu Ziwei, and Lu Ziwei is in Chang An. Does this not mean trouble for Mighty Tang?

Li Zuxuan: Don't scare me.

Wux Qingyao: Serves them right!

Ling Sang: If that's indeed the case, the Seven Dynasties must unite. If Mighty Tang falls, how can the other six dynasties resist the Demon Clan? Rely on the Qingyi Sect?

He Youming: Although my Qingyi Sect is strong, we can't stand against the combined forces of many Demon Clan.

...

The words of Su Yie spurred fear among some members of the Su Imperial Clan, especially Li Zuxuan, who was in the palace and likely shaking in fright.

"I wonder how the people of Xiwan City are doing now."

Su Yie murmured to himself. Xiwan City had become a stronghold for the Qingyi Sect, where a Teleportation Array was established and protected by Qingyi Sect cultivators. According to He Youming, many promising individuals were among the exotics, and the fastest-growing had already reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Sea Realm.

Perhaps they were a universe apart from Su Yie, but in the Ancient Wilderness, they were absolutely geniuses.

Many more of the exotics were of mediocre talent and could only live and work happily in Xiwan City for the rest of their lives.

It was said that technological advancements had been restored in Xiwan City, which was highly valued by the Qingyi Sect.

If the Seven Dynasties faced difficulties, Xiwan City would also encounter disaster.

Deep down, Su Yie didn't want to see the people of Xiwan City perish horribly; after all, they came from the same place.

In this foreign time and space, having a group of Earthlings made him feel somewhat consoled.

With this thought, Su Yie continued his cultivation.

If he was not strong, he couldn't even protect himself!

In the Ancient Wilderness, strength was revered!

As night approached, Liu Boya arrived, holding something wrapped in thick black cloth.

"Demon Lord, this is the Immortal Sword, Sword of Defeated Grudges."

Liu Boya delicately placed the object on the table, then explained.

The Sword of Defeated Grudges?

Why does it feel so sinister?

Could it be an evil sword?

Su Yie had an odd expression and hesitated to touch it.

All Immortal Swords have a Sword Soul, and the one in Zhou Wu Sword, Feng Long, has quite the temperament.

Just hearing 'Sword of Defeated Grudges,' one could tell its Sword Soul wouldn't be anything friendly. Explore stories at empire

"Are you afraid to take it?"

Liu Boya asked. He swore there was no mockery meant, just concern; if Su Yie didn't want it, he could take it back. Li Mengde had been scolded bloody by Li Zuxuan over this matter.

"How could I be afraid to accept it? Now leave."

Su Yie snorted coldly, outright dismissing the visitor.

Liu Boya gave an awkward smile and rose to leave.

Li Zuxuan had commanded that Su Yie should be treated with even more respect than his own son.

At the time, it nearly drove Li Mengde to a fit of rage.

After Liu Boya left, Su Yie was alone in the courtyard.

Slowly, Su Yie unwrapped the black cloth, and the Sword of Defeated Grudges appeared before him. It was about the same length as the Zhou Wu Sword, but the blade was much wider, as broad as an adult's palm, with tadpole-like patterns on both sides of the blade, and the bottom of the hilt shaped like a fang.

The Sword of Defeated Grudges!

It oozed killing intent at first glance!

For some reason, the moment Su Yie saw it, he fell in love with it. Compared to the Zhou Wu Sword, the Sword of Defeated Grudges had a more dominant presence, exuding an aura of brute force that appealed to the male's sense of power and aesthetics.

"Sword of Defeated Grudges! You little guy actually got the Sword of Defeated Grudges!"

Sword Soul Fenglong suddenly cried out in Su Yie's mind, making him think it had long been dead from its prolonged slumber.

Su Yie raised an eyebrow, proudly proclaiming, "He is mine now!"

Wielding the Sword of Defeated Grudges and the Zhou Wu Sword in both hands and executing the Twin Sword Sovereigns and All Under Heaven Facing East techniques, the power leaped unbelievably!

And with the addition of the Twelve Demon-Suppressing Earth Fiend Array and Ten Thousand Sword Jue to the Sword of Defeated Grudges, the lethality had more than doubled.

With that thought, Su Yie forced out a drop of his Essence Blood to bond with the Sword of Defeated Grudges.

Soon after, the bond with the Sword of Defeated Grudges was successful.

However...

Nothing happened.

Clutching the Sword of Defeated Grudges, Su Yie was somewhat puzzled. Was that it?

"The Sword of Defeated Grudges is extraordinary, its Sword Soul is difficult to handle, you'd better pray it stays dormant!"

Fenglong mocked in Su Yie's mind, causing Su Yie to immediately think of Emperor Su's Sect, which automatically blocked Fenglong on the Great Dao Communication Device, leaving Fenglong frustrated to death.

After playing with it for quite a while, Su Yie finally stored the Sword of Defeated Grudges in the Repository of the Dao and then took out some Pills to continue his cultivation.

With such a domineering physique, there was no way he would cultivate conventionally by absorbing nature's spiritual energy.

Thus, four days passed.

The second day after moving into the mansion, Su Yie had brought Xiang Yu over, and as time went on, he grew somewhat anxious.

One day, he couldn't help but ask within Emperor Su's Sect.

Su Yie: Li Huahun, why haven't you come yet?

Black Tiger Emperor: Hahaha, he's teasing you!

Shangguan Wuji: Eh? When messing with me, you were so quick; why so slow in helping him?

Li Huahun: Don't panic, brother, I'm already on my way, preparing a big gift for you!

Su Yie: You look younger than me, daring to call yourself 'big brother'?

Demon Lord Qing Yan: Tsk tsk, I want to come to Chang An and watch the show, too.

Li Zuxuan: Don't! My lords, I'm begging you on my knees, please don't come anymore, Chang An cannot take it!

...

Unable to bear Li Huahun calling himself 'big brother,' Su Yie felt irked!

Although Li Huahun might be proficient in arts that reverse aging, and given his immense strength, he couldn't possibly be a youth.

But!

Su Yie only wanted to be the big brother, never the little brother.

However, he was indeed very much looking forward to what kind of gift Li Huahun would bring.

With Li Huahun's promise, the members of Emperor Su's Sect grew even more interested in Su Yie, except for the Empress of the Great Zhou and the Piercing Arm Monkey.

The Empress of Great Zhou was rather aloof, seldom speaking, nearly on par with Li Huahun.

The Piercing Arm Monkey, on the other hand, was always lurking in the shadows, probably spending every day drinking and sleeping heavily.

It must be said, the Piercing Arm Monkey's liquor was potent, causing Su Yie's cultivation to soar continuously, and before long, he would likely break through to the perfection of the Mystic Demon King Realm.

Further up was the Condensed Spirit Demon King!

The realm where one could truly rule over a Demon Nation!

In the Ancient Wilderness, there were countless Demon Nations, more than the human Dynastic Kingdoms.

On the whole, the Demon Clan wielded greater power than the Human Clan.

Three days later.

A large number of Demon Sect cultivators arrived in Chang An, setting the citizenry on edge.

Although the alliance between Mighty Tang and the Demon Sect was no secret, the common folk still harbored fear towards the Demon Sect, as most tales of Evil Demons throughout history were marked with bloodshed.

Li Mengde was quite generous, sealing off a third of the streets in the North District of Chang An for the Demon Sect to reside.

Inside a palace, the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord, Lang Huaxin, and other Demon Race cultivators all knelt on the ground, numbering in the hundreds. They were facing a silhouette seated on a throne.

It was the Leader of the Demon Cult, Wei Niantian!

Wei Niantian, with unkempt hair and dark circles under his eyes, had bloodshot eyes.

From his appearance, he seemed to be in his forties, with a body like a bear and a back like a tiger, wearing an all-black robe and sitting with crossed legs, exuding an overwhelming presence.

He stared at the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord and spoke: "Are you a waste of space?"