The mountain crumbled under the weight of Hun Tu's body as he was smashed down. Stones collapsed and rolled like thunder. Dust filled the skies. A coughing sound came from within as his figure burst free from the rubble. His body was disheveled. His face was dark as the shadows of a storm. Hun Tu had fought many battles in his life. To win or lose was nothing unusual. But to be utterly crushed in the field of his greatest pride was humiliation that burned like fire in his chest. His strength of body was his glory. Yet Hun Miesheng had torn it apart with a single hand.
Hun Miesheng flexed his fingers slowly. The dull sound of his knuckles echoed faintly like the roar of beasts within a cavern. His eyes were calm yet within them glowed a power that seemed capable of collapsing mountains and seas. His body was like an unyielding fortress. At this moment he was certain that within the entire continent there were few who could match his raw physical strength without relying upon battle energy.
Hun Tu and Hun Jing shared a heavy glance. Their earlier arrogance had been shattered. The careless amusement that Hun Miesheng had worn from the beginning now made their hearts sink even further. No matter how proud they were as demon saints of the clan they could no longer treat him lightly.
Hun Tu lifted his hand. A blood red blade appeared within his grasp. The knife's hilt was carved into the form of a ghastly ghost's head. A nauseating stench of blood rolled from it. Countless lives had perished beneath this blade. The cries of souls clung to it like a curse.
Hun Jing raised his arm and the black chains that floated around him writhed like serpents. They shot outward in all directions weaving together into a massive cage that encircled Hun Miesheng. The chains shone with crimson runes. They pulsed with eerie rhythm like a thousand beating hearts. As the runes pulsed endless waves of spirits poured from within. Countless distorted phantoms screamed and surged forward as though intent on devouring Hun Miesheng whole.
Hun Miesheng's lips curved slightly. His eyes glinted with playful scorn. He looked at the cage of chains and at the countless spirits clawing toward him. "A very familiar trick" he said quietly. He recognized this technique. It was the same dreadful move that he himself had once unleashed against the ancestor of the Pill Tower. At that time he had gathered the full power of the Soul Hall to perform it. The technique was the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Soul.
Hun Jing's voice rang cold through the cage. "Lock."
At that single word the black chains tightened like constricting serpents. They bound Hun Miesheng's arms and legs with crushing force. From within the chains thousands of spirits poured into the air and rushed toward his sea of consciousness. They clawed madly seeking to tear apart his soul.
Hun Tu bared his teeth in a snarl. "Hun Jing the final strike will be mine. I will rip him apart with my own hands to cleanse my humiliation. Leave his soul alive. I want to torment it slowly."
Hun Jing nodded. His face was grim and his eyes cold. He licked his lips as he gripped the hilt of his bloody blade with both hands. The blade trembled as it drew the essence of heaven and earth into itself. Energy condensed violently around him.
His laughter rang twisted and sharp. "Hun Miesheng die."
With a bellow he swung the ghost blade down. A blade of scarlet light a thousand meters long ripped through the heavens. The world quaked as though ready to split apart. The strike carried with it the intent to destroy all that lived.
Hun Miesheng lifted his eyes to meet the strike. His voice remained calm. "If that is all then this game ends here."
Power surged from within his body. The chains that bound his limbs shattered like glass. A wave of purple black flame exploded outward from him. The flame roared across the heavens and devoured the countless spirits in an instant. Their screams were drowned in fire and silence fell.
The scarlet blade descended splitting the earth beneath it into a vast chasm. It roared toward Hun Miesheng. His eyes grew sharp. His palm rose. A massive black hand formed from condensed battle energy and closed upon the descending blade of light. His fingers curled.
"Shatter."
The single word fell. His hand clenched.
The blade of light fractured like ice struck by a hammer. It disintegrated into shards and vanished into the void. The burst of force that followed swept across the land like a storm. Hun Tu and Hun Jing were thrown back more than ten steps each. Their bodies trembled under the shock.
Hun Miesheng stood unmoving in the sky. His black robes billowed lightly as though touched by an unseen wind.
His aura expanded without restraint. The power of an eight star Saint filled the heavens pressing down upon the two demon saints like a mountain of iron.
Their faces changed at once. "An eight star Saint." Their voices were hoarse. They could hardly believe what their senses told them.
Only two months before Hun Miesheng had been but a five star Saint. Now he stood at the level of eight stars. A leap of nearly three whole levels in so short a span defied belief. They themselves had remained at the peak of seven stars for years unable to break through despite endless effort.
Hun Miesheng's eyes mocked them coldly. "Have you any other tricks left. If not this little game ends now."
To him two seven star Saints were no longer a threat.
Hun Tu roared his eyes filled with madness. He slashed the ghost blade again and again. Blood red arcs filled the heavens crashing down like a storm.
Hun Miesheng met each strike with his fists. His blows shattered the blades of light with casual ease. His strength sent shockwaves rippling through the land. Every impact made Hun Tu and Hun Jing's hearts tremble.
Hun Miesheng advanced step by step. Each pace pressed upon them like the descent of a mountain. The air grew heavy. It was as if they walked in a mire. Their bodies resisted yet their spirits quailed.
Hun Jing's lips twisted. "So what if you are eight stars. There have been many eight star Saints who perished at the hands of the four demon saints."
Hun Tu and Hun Jing exchanged a grim smile. Their bodies shuddered and then dissolved into mist. They rose into the sky as surging black fog.
The clouds above writhed. Thunderless roars shook the heavens. From the heart of the black fog a colossal hand of ghostly form reached down. Countless spirits merged into the shape of a ghost king. The monster's size was boundless its aura grim. Its strength already surpassed the peak of eight stars. And as more spirits fed into it its power continued to grow.
Hun Miesheng's brow furrowed. His arm lifted. Flames burst forth. Seven different colors blazed and formed into seven fire spirits. Wolf leopard lion tiger dragon phoenix serpent. They roared into the sky. Seven pillars of flame a thousand meters high erupted upward to rend the heavens.
The flames surged toward the ghost king threatening to tear apart the clouds themselves.
But then a hand appeared. It was vast enough to cover the horizon. It descended from the void itself and caught the fire pillars in its grip.
A voice fell upon the land. Cold and calm. "This game ends here."
The fingers of the giant hand clenched. The seven pillars of flame shuddered. With a deafening explosion they collapsed. Fire rolled outward in waves. The blast scoured the land for dozens of breaths before silence slowly returned.
A black robed figure descended from the heavens. He stood high above all like a sovereign surveying his domain. His presence was a weight that pressed upon every living being.
The seven wheel fire technique of Hun Miesheng carried the might of a nine star Saint. Yet the man had crushed it with a single grasp.
Only one within the Soul Clan could do this.
The Soul Heavenly Emperor.
Hun Miesheng's chest rose and fell. He exhaled deeply. He had known this moment would come. At last the Soul Heavenly Emperor had arrived.
Something glinted within Hun Miesheng's hand. He closed his fingers around it tightly.
Hun Tu and Hun Jing dropped to one knee before the figure in the sky. Their voices were filled with reverence. "Four Demon Saint Hun Tu. Four Demon Saint Hun Jing. We greet the Heavenly Emperor."
The black robed man's gaze swept coldly across them. "The two of you are no match for him. The trial ends here."
Though Hun Tu and Hun Jing felt humiliation twist in their hearts they could not defy him. Without his arrival they would already have suffered grave defeat.
The Soul Heavenly Emperor extended his palm. The remnants of the seven colored flames that lingered in the void gathered together and were drawn into his grasp. The flames flickered and struggled like living creatures. Their light burned with spirit.
He regarded them with interest. "Green Lotus Core Flame. Fallen Heart Flame." He named them one by one. His voice was quiet yet filled with awe. His finger touched each flame and each was extinguished.
When at last his eyes fell upon the final black flame his expression shifted. Though he had anticipated it his face still darkened. His gaze flickered through light and shadow. After a long silence he raised his eyes.
He stared directly at Hun Miesheng. His voice was cold and sharp. "So it is true. The Void Flame is dead by your hand."
Hun Miesheng's heart beat steady. His lips curved slightly. His silence was answer enough.
(End of Chapter)
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