A Hundred Years to Forge One Sword; Today, I Slay the Emperor!

Xuanyu stepped forward and stood in front of Lin Hao. Sword intent surged around him, carving out a sanctuary beneath the Demon Emperor's oppressive aura. He stared hard at the Demon Emperor and said slowly, "A hundred years ago, it really was only your phantom that we drove back. Your true body has been hiding in the Demon Realm, healing your wounds all this time."

The Demon Emperor gave a slight nod. "The sword intent Xuanyuan left behind wounded that phantom back then, costing me thirty percent of my essence. Otherwise, do you think the Human Race on Blue Star could have clung to life until now?"

His gaze fell on Lin Hao again, his expression almost amused. "Still, I have those hundred years to thank for leading me to an even more interesting 'key'... Lin Hao, do you know why you carry the legacies of Xuanyuan and Asura, yet have survived to this day?"

Lin Hao's heart lurched.

The Demon Emperor continued, "Because I need you alive. I need you to grow, and I need you... to unlock the shackles of the 'Ultimate Demonic Tribulation' for me. Xuanyuan and Asura thought choosing you would stop me? Heh... The very inheritor they chose with their own hands is the most crucial piece in my plan."

Xuanyu's pupils contracted. "What do you mean?"

The Demon Emperor did not answer. He merely said, "Though you destroyed the passage today, my purpose has already been achieved now that this avatar has descended. I possess only a tenth of my true body's power, but that's more than enough to crush you."

He slowly raised his perfect hand and pointed lightly at Xuanyu and Lin Hao.

"Perish."

The moment the word left his lips, it became law!

The space around Xuanyu and Lin Hao—and time,