Enemies Everywhere

Many renowned figures were also waiting in anticipation, curious just how strong the Twin Demons of the Era from the Burial Emperor Star truly were.

They refused to believe that two Mortal Bodies could suppress an entire era.

"Let him come. I want to see for myself just how impressive this Mortal Body that the beings of the Burial Emperor Star hype up really is."

"A mere Mortal Body entering the Divine Prohibition? Ridiculous. It'd be a miracle if he wasn't killed by someone above his level, let alone stepping into the Forbidden Domain. You think I'd believe that?"

"He must be a powerhouse with a special constitution."

Many strong cultivators scoffed at the rumors about Xu Changqing, some even thinking the people of the Burial Emperor Star had lost their minds. If they'd said Xu Changqing possessed some terrifying physique, they might have believed it.

Xu Changqing had been traversing the Starry Sky for several years. The enemies he encountered grew stronger, but more often than not, they still couldn't contend with him.

He had witnessed too many horrors he'd never seen during his Mortal Period. He had seen a peerless great demon who, to cultivate, turned billions of mortals into rations, raising his cultivation to the Saint King realm.

In this world, there was no right or wrong.

To argue about right and wrong was the mindset of the weak. They believed the world was fair, constantly uttering phrases like "You are wrong" and "I am right."

But if you were strong enough, did right and wrong even matter to you?

No.

The Starry Sky withered, countless Outstanding Persons fell. Since the Emperor's Road opened, originally dazzling Heavenly Prides faded from the stage, while insignificant nobodies seized opportunities and soared to the heavens.

Another year passed. Five years had gone by since Xu Changqing set foot on the Emperor's Road.

Five years of slaughter, battle, and enlightenment had made him increasingly steady. His temperament had changed; he had acquired a killing aura, a fierce and overwhelming murderous intent that threatened to freeze the surrounding void.

Even his cultivation had reached its peak, ready to enter the Saint King realm at any moment.

He planned to enter the Saint King realm only after encountering a special situation. If no such situation arose, he would head to the fiftieth checkpoint to undergo tribulation and become a Saint King.

The Human Race's forty-ninth checkpoint. Xu Changqing had arrived.

His White Hair draped over his shoulders, his expression blank, his figure tall and lean. He walked through the city with firm steps, his eyes utterly calm. The people around him watched and whispered.

There was admiration, disdain, hatred, and resentment.

But no one dared approach him. Even the commanders, upon seeing Xu Changqing, silently moved aside, not daring to provoke him.

Those commanders were some at the Saint Realm, some at the Saint King Realm, but none dared to provoke this executioner. They paid close attention to the legends spreading along the ancient path.

"So this is the Demon? Truly extraordinary. Just sensing him from afar fills me with fear..."

"I don't want to go forward anymore. I've decided to withdraw from the Emperor's Road competition. Staying here as a commander might not be a bad choice."

"He's special. His eyes are filled with nothing but coldness, devoid of any emotion. His breathing is steady, completely unaffected by everything around him."

The road was paved with bluestone. Shops lined both sides, along with withered trees, but mostly cultivators.

They all silently made way.

Because Xu Changqing, after five years of slaughter, carried an aura too terrifying. Coupled with the rumors...

It made everyone afraid to breathe too loudly, terrified that their breath might displease that man.

"Wuqing! Return my daughter's life to me!"

Suddenly, a grief-stricken Roaring Sound came from the sky. A vast, boundless Aura swept through the entire city like an ocean, and many were crushed by the terrible pressure, unable to breathe.

"Boom!"

A sea of crimson blood cascaded down from the heavens—a dense, thick mass of blood energy.

"Dong!"

Two golden beams of Divine Light erupted. The crowd on the street was stunned for a moment, then scattered in all directions.

The intense pressure caused countless shops and houses to collapse. The commanders and Guide Envoys did not appear; they all watched from the shadows.

Xu Changqing stopped walking, raised his head, and looked at the sky. His face was utterly expressionless, his icy-cold eyes seeming to freeze the void itself.

A Saint King. Though his blood energy was surging, he had clearly already passed his peak.

Xu Changqing had killed countless Saint Kings over the years. In his eyes, the Saint King powerhouse in the sky was nothing more than a jumping clown.

"Dong!"

A terrible explosion sounded from the void. Countless sparks detonated in a chain reaction, accompanied by two streaks of Divine Light.

Xu Changqing's figure flickered, then The Entire Person vanished, as if merging into the void or transcending this world entirely—no trace of aura, not a single ripple.

"Boom!"

Those attacks did not hit Xu Changqing, but the surrounding houses and shops were all scattered or even obliterated by the terrifying residual energy.

The next moment, Fierce Fighting Sounds came from the sky. The crowd saw that the man with wildly dancing White Hair had only made a slight move before Sent Flying that Saint King.

In the Sky, two figures clashed, terrible shockwaves spreading continuously.

That Saint King was a Middle-aged Man, Looked to be in his fifties. His aura was unstable, likely a recent breakthrough.

"Finally seeing him fight. The rumors aren't false," a commander marveled from the shadows. Even for a Saint King powerhouse, even a recent breakthrough shouldn't be something a Saint could resist.

Let alone suppressing a Saint King powerhouse with sheer Physical Body strength.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

In the starry sky, two figures clashed repeatedly, fists falling like raindrops upon each other's bodies, their movements so swift that the crowd could barely see them.

That Saint King powerhouse, harboring hatred in his heart, had been burning his own life force all along, unleashing terrifying forbidden arts, but it only managed to wound Xu Changqing, not severely injure him.

After battling deep into the starry sky, Xu Changqing released his full combat power, directly suppressing thirty percent of his opponent's strength.

Boom!

Xu Changqing directly entered the Divine Prohibition, activating his movement technique, and in an instant flashed before that middle-aged man. His right hand shot out, directly seizing the Saint King by the neck and lifting him high into the air.

"A false Saint King."

He sneered coldly at the Saint King before him. From his years of combat experience, he already knew—this man hadn't reached the Saint King realm on his own.

Rather, he had forcibly elevated himself using some treasure, or perhaps consumed certain Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to barely break through.

Being able to exchange two hundred moves with him was already impressive.

The next moment, Xu Changqing's left hand turned into a blade. He released the middle-aged man with his right hand, then swiftly swung his left hand across.

A cold, sharp gleam of a blade reflected in the middle-aged man's pupils, which abruptly contracted.

"Pfft!"

A head flew high into the air, blood gushing like a fountain from the headless body.

Xu Changqing grabbed the flying head, stood silently in midair, and gazed coldly at the crowd, saying nothing.

He had encountered situations like this far too many times.

There was no helping it—he had killed too many people, so many that he couldn't even count them. To this day, he didn't know how many members of the Younger Generation or special constitution experts he had slain.

He had even butchered certain family Heavenly Prides along the Emperor's Road.

The next moment, Xu Changqing directly summoned the Soul Slaying Nail, stabbed it into the forehead of the head in his hand, activated it, and annihilated the middle-aged man's soul.

He knew that wherever he went, slaughter followed, and everywhere was filled with enemies.

His threat was too great for certain people.

Everyone fell silent. This was just too absurd.

A Saint King died just like that, and after only how long? After just two hundred moves, the opponent was butchered.

Moreover, he was far more outrageous than the rumors suggested. He was a Mortal Body? Not likely, because a Mortal Body couldn't be that terrifying.

"Fighting is forbidden in the city—arrest him!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from within the city. Then, a brilliant light burst forth, aimed directly at Xu Changqing, carrying a fierce and intense killing intent.

Everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected someone to dare make a move under these circumstances.

"What's going on? Didn't they see that heartless White-Haired Demon kill a Saint King? How dare they still attack?"

"It seems this isn't simple. Just watch and see."

Many experts discussed among themselves, revealing cold sneers as they fixed their eyes on Xu Changqing in the sky, eager to see who would make a move against him before the entire crowd.

To them, Xu Changqing's threat was too great. If they could eliminate this menace, the road ahead would become much easier.

"Swish!"

A Heavenly Net appeared in the starry sky, directly encircling Xu Changqing, then descended straight down, attempting to capture him or seal off his escape route.

A commander clad in black battle armor, his eyes gleaming with icy cold light, wielded a Black Long Spear radiating a terrifying aura. He leaped high into the air, thrusting straight at Xu Changqing.

He wasn't alone. Someone in the shadows also made a move—a dark red blood sword pierced through the void, tearing through the clouds with a vast red light.

They had no reason to target Xu Changqing, but there was no helping it—they had accepted favors from others and had to deliver.

"Why isn't the Guide Envoy appearing?" Everyone was puzzled.

Right, where was the Guide Envoy?

Fighting in the city was forbidden. No matter how peerless your grace, how stunning your talent across the ages, if you hadn't grown strong, you were nothing.

The Guide Envoy was the true powerhouse of the Emperor's Road, equivalent to the law itself.

Those who could become Guide Envoys were all Great Sages, or even beyond Great Sage!

But now, a great battle had erupted in the city, and the Guide Envoy's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Xu Changqing naturally understood the situation. There was no fear on his face. He directly drew his Bone Saber, ready to fight.

"Pang Tong, stop!"

Another commander stepped in to intervene. Any discerning eye could see that this commander was definitely up to something. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a move so openly before the crowd, looking so urgent.

"Boom!"

A commander clad in purple battle armor blocked Pang Tong, his face showing an expression of frustration, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "What do you think you're doing? Do you have a death wish?!"

If it weren't for their friendship, would he choose to help Pang Tong? Impossible.

"Don't stop me. He broke the rules. Even if that person started the conflict, it wasn't his place to kill—it should have been judged by us!" Pang Tong's face showed no fear, his tone icy cold.

There was no helping it—someone had offered him something he couldn't refuse, asking him to detain Xu Changqing.

Not kill him, just trap him. Preferably trap him for a hundred years, a thousand years.

And since Xu Changqing had killed someone in the city, it gave Pang Tong, who had no justification, an instant reason.

Though Xu Changqing was terrifying and his combat power formidable, Pang Tong was no weakling either.