An Immortal Emperor, Nothing I Haven't Killed Before

Hua Qiang reached out and drew a circle in the air, then snapped his fingers, and a pitch-black vortex appeared.

The vortex emitted a powerful suction force, absorbing the Black Mist in the air and the fragmented energies of various evil spirits.

Even the fragments of the black banner were absorbed into it, leaving not a trace.

The gloomy and dark world caused by the Hun Wupo black coil instantly became clear and bright.

"Who... who are you?"

His black banner is Emperor Weapon, his Lifebound Weapon Hun Yingkong by his father, Hun Yingkong, the master of the Ghost Hall.

Now, his Lifebound Weapon has been destroyed by someone else with a single sword strike.

Moreover, the sword was broken, a damaged sword. So what level did this sword reach?

Absolutely surpasses even Emperor Weapon!

"Who I am?"

Hehehehe

Hua Qiang couldn't help but laugh. "Who I am is no longer important. What you should be thinking about now is how much longer you can live?"

"What? You want to kill me?"

"Kid, let me warn you, do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, my father won't let you get away with it!"

Damn, how come all these people are saying almost the same lines? Could they be from the same script?

"I don't want to know who your father is, but you must die today!" Hua Qiang said calmly.

"Why? I have no grudge against you, why would you try to kill me?"

"Tch, we have no grudge against each other. You were so arrogant just now, sending your men to kill me."

"Uh, well, there might be some misunderstanding between us."

Brother, I have money. If you're kind enough to let me go, I can compensate you!

"Compensation? You think I need your compensation?"

Even if I kill you, all your belongings will still be mine.

"You..."

Hun Wupo opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.

That statement makes perfect sense.

"If you have only offended me, perhaps you can exchange your life for a treasure that can move me."

"Unfortunately, you shouldn't have tried to take advantage of my woman, and you even seriously injured her!"

"What? That woman is your woman?"

Hua Qiang raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Your mouth is too dirty!

Hun Wupo covered one cheek, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared intently at Hua Qiang.

He had never been hit before in his life, and this humiliation made him want to tear the other person apart alive.

"What are you looking at? You're not convinced?"

Hua Qiang raised his hand and slapped her again.

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"

Hun Wupo was slapped again, his cheek swelling up high, with five finger marks clearly visible.

A dark red line of blood meandered down the corner of his mouth.

The slap seemed to shatter his last shred of reason; the ghostly blue flames in his eyes suddenly surged three feet high, and a trapped beast roared from his throat.

"Die! Die! Die!"

In an instant, flashes of light appeared, and more than a dozen sinister magical artifacts, accompanied by a foul wind Black Mist, poured out.

First to appear was a Bone Chain Hammer, with a thick bone chain wrapped in dark purple ghost fire. The hammer was made of nine skulls pieced together, and each skull had an eerie green flame burning in its eye socket.

Immediately afterwards, three black, scale-like flying blades pierced the air and arrived, their blades covered with fine barbs, emitting a piercing shriek wherever they passed.

The most terrifying thing was the three-foot-tall Bronze Coffin, with the lid half open, from which countless pale arms reached out, their fingernails gleaming with an eerie bluish-black hue.

Hua Qiang stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The Dao Sword in his hand emitted a faint golden light.

The moment the Bone Chain Hammer was close, he flicked his wrist, and the sword swept across the room like a dragon, shattering the bone chain inch by inch, and the skull turned into dust and scattered.

Before the three black-scaled flying blades could even touch the hem of her clothes, they were sent flying backward by the sword energy, exploding into a shower of iron filings in the air.

The Bronze Coffin landed with a deafening roar. As soon as the Evil Ghost in the coffin poked its head out, the Dao Sword transformed into a dazzling sword light.

A flash of golden light, and the bronze coffin shattered into pieces instantly. Amidst the shrill screams, countless ghostly figures were torn into nothingness by the Sword Qi.

Hun Wupo unleashed a series of magical treasures, including the Netherworld Ghost Claw, the Soul-Swaying Bell, and the Blood River Blade, but Hua Qiang's sword light flowed, slashing and parrying, each strike precisely targeting the vital points of the magical treasures.

Those ferocious beasts that struck fear into the hearts of the martial world turned out to be as fragile as paper under Dao Sword, their countless fragments falling to the ground.

"Is that all you've got?"

Hua Qiang sheathed his sword and gently stroked it; not even a trace of Demonic Energy remained on the blade.

Looking at the mess on the Hun Wupo, Hunwupo's face drained of color, and he finally realized the insurmountable chasm between himself and the other party.

He staggered back three steps, took out a jade pendant, and crushed it with force.

"Damn it, you forced me to use my trump card prematurely, now let's see how you die!"

The shattered jade pendant burst forth with dazzling blood-red light, distorting the void like a mirror. A Chinese man clad in a black python robe stepped out, and the oppressive aura surrounding him caused the air within a radius of ten feet to tremble.

"My dear!"

He rushed forward Hun Wupo and tears streaming down his face, his finger pointing at Hua Qiang quivering.

"He killed all my men, slapped me, destroyed all my magical artifacts, and now he wants to kill me!"

"Darling, kill him!"

Hun Yingkong's face was gloomy, and the aura of the Immortal Emperor Peak spread out as if it were a tangible thing. The crimson vertical pupil between his forehead slowly opened, and his gaze sweeping over Hua Qiang was like a poisoned blade.

"You brat Huang Ren, how dare you lay a hand on my Soul Family?"

With a wave of his Hun Yingkong plunged the entire world into the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Thousands of vengeful ghosts emerged from the Black Mist, their green faces and fangs dripping with foul-smelling corpse fluid, their sharp fingernails tearing cracks in the void.

The three-headed demon at the head opened its blood-red maw and bit down Hua Qiang.

Hua Qiang raised his sword finger slightly, Dao Sword hummed and trembled, the golden runes flowing on the sword's edge becoming even more dazzling.

A towering sword light erupted from his body, turning the entire Netherworld Blood Sea golden.

"I've killed the Immortal Emperor Clone before!"

Before the words were even finished, the Dao Sword vanished in a flash, and wherever the tip of the sword pointed, space crumbled inch by inch.

Hun Yingkong contracted sharply, and he roared as he unleashed a nine-foot-long, pitch-black palm print.

The palm prints merged in the air into Ghost Hand that blotted out the sky, with the fingertips wrapped in a You Ming capable of corroding everything.

However, Dao Sword was unstoppable. Wherever the sword light passed, the Ghost Hand crumbled inch by inch, and even the shrill howling ghosts were reduced to dust.

"Impossible!"

Hun Yingkong's expression finally changed, and he hurriedly summoned his Natal Artifact, the Netherworld Banner.

The banner moved without wind, and countless vengeful spirits roared out, only to be pulverized into starlight the moment they touched the sword light.

Hua Qiang stepped into the air, and the sword intent bursting from the Dao Sword condensed into a ten-foot-long sword aura, which slammed down with a pressure as if splitting the heavens and earth.

Hun Yingkong's Clone finally felt the fear of death and tried to escape, but found that the surrounding space had already been sealed off by sword intent.

He roared in despair, but his voice vanished into the sword's aura.

The moment the Dao Sword struck, a deafening roar resounded Clone the heavens Hun Yingkong earth. Hun Yingkong's clone and the Netherworld Banner were shredded into pieces, leaving only an unwilling roar echoing in the void.

Hua Qiang sheathed his sword and glanced at Hun Wupo, who was slumped on the Hun Wupo.

"Show us what other cards you have up your sleeve!"

At this moment, Hun Wupo's face was ashen, and his crotch was already soaked.

"Spare me!"

"I'll agree to whatever conditions you set!"