After all, in Grand Tutor Wen's eyes, the Human Emperor's cultivation was a taboo subject. For now, Zi Shou didn't want to reveal too much.
He was the Human Emperor, not a member of the Wu Clan. Even if he had an exceptionally strong body, that could only be called a remarkable natural gift!
In the past, Earth Immortal cultivation had seemed utterly unattainable to Zi Shou. But now, an Earth Immortal was nothing special.
He had been fishing for a fight, but all he'd managed to draw out were a few Crab and Shrimp Soldiers. He couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Still, something was better than nothing. Once he killed the Giant Serpent before him, he could at least boost morale.
And if he could wipe out the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, the North Sea might enjoy a period of peace.
"Hahaha! A strong body without cultivating the Dao is still nothing but a mortal!" the Giant Serpent said disdainfully, speaking in human tongue.
As it spoke, the Giant Serpent swung its enormous body, raising monstrous waves that turned into countless slabs of black ice and swept toward them from every direction.
Zi Shou's face was full of scorn. The Giant Serpent dared attack him, the Human Emperor? Even the Saints wouldn't have the nerve!
But even if he weren't the Human Emperor, he would still kill the Giant Serpent today!
The monstrous waves turned into a sky full of black ice, blotting out the heavens and covering the earth, as if they would engulf the whole world.
Fear appeared on countless faces. Ordinary people instinctively dreaded the might of heaven and earth.
And beings capable of moving mountains, filling seas, and wielding such power were, in the eyes of ordinary people, nothing less than Deities.
At that moment, all the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were prostrate on the ground, worshipping the Giant Serpent.
The Great Shang soldiers didn't go that far, but every one of them was trembling, their hearts filled with unease and fear.
The King had just struck the Giant Serpent down, but perhaps that had been a fluke. After all, the King wasn't a Deity.
How could mortals like them stand against a Deity who wielded the might of heaven and earth?
Facing the black ice that filled the sky, Zi Shou remained stern and utterly unafraid. Instead, he strode forward.
A slab of black ice dozens of zhang across hurtled toward him. He raised a hand and struck it, shattering it instantly.
Another slab came at him. One more strike, and it shattered into pieces.
He advanced step by step. Not a single slab of black ice could stop him, or even slow his pace by the slightest bit.
Compared to the Giant Serpent, Zi Shou was undoubtedly tiny. The same was true even compared to the slabs of black ice.
"Impossible! You're just a mortal. How can you be so strong?" the Giant Serpent roared, a trace of fear now in its voice.
It had used Daoist magic. After turning water into ice, every slab it sent flying carried the force of a thousand jun.
If a mortal were struck by one, they would be reduced to a lump of pulp in an instant. How could one possibly shatter the ice?
What was more, the black ice didn't merely carry tremendous force. It also held a freezing power potent enough to seal the sea in ice and freeze mortals solid.
Yet this man smashed the ice with blow after blow and emerged without a scratch.
Just how strong did his body have to be to do that?
"Such a trivial trick, and you dare make a fool of yourself before Me?" Zi Shou said disdainfully.
The Giant Serpent before him was indeed an Earth Immortal, but Zi Shou was no longer the King Zhou of old.
He had been cultivating the legacy of Emperor Wushi from the start. The fact that he could cultivate the Wushi Scripture was proof enough of his talent.
Back in the day, before Emperor Wushi had Proved Dao and Become Emperor, he had already been able to face Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons with his bare hands.
Now, Zi Shou had not only Proved Dao and Become Emperor, but had also entered his ninth transformation on the path to becoming a Red Dust Immortal.
During his time in the North Sea, he had already undergone one transformation. It was like living a new life, and he had begun his second.
Even if he used only his physical strength, what was so remarkable about breaking the black ice with a casual strike?
While the Giant Serpent was still stunned, Zi Shou had already charged up to it and struck out with his palm.
Under countless shocked gazes, the Giant Serpent was utterly unable to fight back. It was knocked crashing to the ground once more.
Its enormous body fell into the North Sea, raising monstrous waves, but that wasn't the end of it.
As everyone watched, Zi Shou stepped forward and reached out, grabbing the Giant Serpent in his hand.
He hoisted it over his head and flung it down. The Giant Serpent's massive body crashed into the water once more.
What happened next was beyond the imagination of countless people, yet it unfolded before their very eyes.
Compared with the Giant Serpent's enormous body, Zi Shou was no bigger than an ant.
And yet that tiny ant was now mercilessly beating the Giant Serpent.
Sometimes he punched and sent it flying. Other times he climbed onto its back, raining down blows like a storm.
The Giant Serpent did struggle, but neither its Daoist magic nor the thrashing of its body did it any good.
The Giant Serpent had become a punching bag. It was either being beaten over and over, or flying through the air after another blow.
The unbelievable sight was beyond anything countless people could imagine. They had never seen anything like it, or even thought to picture it.
"I never imagined the King was so powerful! Even the Giant Serpent is no match for him. The King is mighty!"
"I'd heard the King once personally slew a Deity, but I didn't believe it. Now I see he can do far more than that!"
"The King is mighty! With the King here, what are the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea? We're sure to win today!"
The Great Shang soldiers were the happiest of all. When the Giant Serpent appeared, their morale had already collapsed.
Their hearts had been filled with fear, and all they could think of was fleeing in a panic. But then the King appeared.
The monstrous, demon-like Giant Serpent was no more than a toy in the King's hands.
With a King like this, what did they have to fear?
The Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea?
They were nothing but chickens and dogs. The King could wipe them out with a wave of his hand!
"The King's body is actually this powerful? Is this innate strength?" Zhang Guifang murmured.
Unlike ordinary soldiers, he was a cultivator and naturally knew more.
In his eyes, the King truly seemed to possess no cultivation at all, yet his body was outrageously powerful.
Using nothing but physical strength, and without any real technique, he had beaten a Yao Race Earth Immortal like a punching bag.
Even as a cultivator, Zhang Guifang couldn't imagine how strong someone's body had to be to do that.
If he hadn't known the King was the Human Emperor, he would have wondered whether the King belonged to the Wu Clan.
Whatever anyone else thought, to Zi Shou, a Yao Race Earth Immortal was simply too weak.
With his physical strength alone, he was confident he could fight even a True Immortal, a whole level above an Earth Immortal.
In truth, he could have killed the Giant Serpent with one slap from the very first blow.
He had spent so long beating it because he was trying to lure out the others.
It was a pity that despite his performance, the Deep North Sea remained calm. Not a single powerful Yao appeared.
Were they afraid?
That was only natural. The Giant Serpent before him had a shallow cultivation base and didn't know that Zi Shou was the Human Emperor.
But how could the Great Demons left over from ancient times not know that he was the current Human Emperor?
Attack the Human Emperor? Even the Saints would have to think carefully before doing so, let alone mere remnants of the Yao Race.
Since that was the case, he couldn't be bothered to waste any more time. He struck out with his palm and ended the Giant Serpent's miserable life.
Dragging the Giant Serpent's enormous body, he walked step by step out of the North Sea. To everyone watching, Zi Shou looked like a Deity or demon.
At the sight, the Great Shang army's morale soared, and countless soldiers cheered wildly.
By contrast, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea trembled in fear. Some had even fallen to their knees.
Zhang Guifang didn't let the opportunity slip by. He immediately rallied the army, preparing to crush the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea in one decisive strike.
But just then, a gale swept in, dark clouds covered the sky, and the world plunged into darkness.
By the time the wind and clouds had passed, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were nowhere to be seen.
They had simply vanished, disappearing without a trace before everyone's eyes.
From what had just happened, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had already lost their nerve and begun scattering in all directions.
Zhang Guifang would have needed only to advance with the army to finish them off. It would have been no difficult task.
But the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea had vanished just like that. It showed that the North Sea rebellion was far from over.
After all, rescuing the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea in an instant was beyond the ability of ordinary people.
With such a powerful figure supporting them from behind the scenes, putting down the North Sea rebellion would still be a long and arduous task.
Of course, nobody had time to think about that now. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the man who had emerged from the North Sea.
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