Who Says Humans Have No Great Emperors? Nine Great Sacred Bodies Battle the Firmament!

Before them lay a starfield shattered into fragments.

The Prince of the Holy Emperor was bathed in blood!

His fur, once as brilliant as gold, was now thoroughly soaked in dark crimson blood. A terrifying wound on his chest reached down to the bone, making his pulsing golden heart faintly visible.

Surrounding him were dozens of Primordial Ancestral Kings, their auras terrifying to the extreme!

The pressure radiating from each of these Ancestral Kings was countless times stronger than that of any Titled Douluo!

"He was ambushed by the subordinates of the Heavenly Emperor's Son, trapped in a desperate situation with no hope of survival."

"His origin was damaged, his bones shattered, and his golden holy blood spilled across the stars."

Su Chen's voice rose sharply, like the beating of war drums:

"But in the dictionary of the Holy Fighting Ape, the word 'retreat' has never existed!"

In the vision, the Prince of the Holy Emperor, already on the verge of death, suddenly raised his head, his fighting spirit soaring!

"Kill!!!"

Even without hearing a sound, everyone present could feel that unyielding spirit radiating from his defiant face!

In his hand, the Prince of the Holy Emperor gripped a rough, black staff—a weapon he had forged himself.

There were no flashy soul skills, nor any so-called Avatar of the Martial Soul.

It was the purest power of the flesh!

He leaped into the air, his fur standing on end like a demonic god, and swung the black staff toward the dozens of terrifying Primordial Ancestral Kings before him!

With a single strike, the crowd watched as the supposedly indestructible void was smashed open, creating a massive rift stretching tens of thousands of miles!

The three Primordial Ancestral Kings who bore the brunt of the blow didn't even have time to scream before they and their peerless artifacts were blasted into a mist of blood!

"What?!"

Standing in the corner of the lobby, Zhao Wuji felt this scene and could no longer hold himself up.

With a heavy thud, this dignified level-79 Soul Saint, the Immovable Bright King, felt his legs go weak and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

It was too terrifying!

The moment the Prince of the Holy Emperor swung his staff, Zhao Wuji felt as if that blow were aimed directly at his own crown.

In the face of such terrifying power, his pride and joy—the defense of the Vajra Bear—was even more laughable than a sheet of window paper!

It wasn't just him; even Ning Rongrong on the second floor was pale with fright, clutching her mouth tightly, not daring to let out a single sob.

Su Chen looked coldly at the completely limp Zhao Wuji below, then shifted his gaze to Tang San.

"He fought through blood and fire, no matter how strong the enemy or how severe his wounds."

"Even when his bones were exposed, even when he had bled the last drop of his golden holy blood, he dared to swing his staff and smash everything to pieces!"

"In the end, relying on this single staff, he beat the arrogant Heavenly Emperor's Son to death, striking terror into the hearts of the ten thousand Primordial clans and silencing the nine heavens and ten earths!"

As he said this, Su Chen snapped his folding fan shut.

A crisp clack echoed through the room, instantly pulling everyone back from the phantom vision of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

The lobby remained the same as it had been.

But everyone's back was already soaked through, and the only sound in the air was the sound of ragged, uneven breathing.

Then, he reopened his fan, gave it a gentle wave, and spoke leisurely:

"However, do you think this is the pinnacle of the physical body in the vast Shrouding the Heavens universe?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd, still immersed in the invincible demeanor of the Prince of the Holy Emperor, looked up in unison, their eyes wide as copper bells.

Xue Qinghe, on the second floor, could not help but step forward and ask respectfully:

"Does the gentleman mean that there exists an existence with a physical body even more terrifying than the Holy Fighting Ape clan?"

Su Chen smiled slightly at this, then nodded.

"Although the Holy Fighting Ape clan is born close to the Dao and possesses an unparalleled physical body."

"In that era, there was a unique human physique that could engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Prince of the Holy Emperor without falling behind, even becoming his sworn brother and fighting side-by-side to shatter the endless stars."

At this point, Su Chen tapped his folding fan against the table once more.

"When that physique reaches its Great Completion, it can challenge the Ancient Great Emperors and tear apart Extreme Emperor Weapons with bare hands!"

"It is called the Ancient Sacred Body!"

"Ancient Sacred Body?"

Inside the Listening Rain Pavilion, everyone murmured the four words to themselves.

The name carried an aura of vastness and antiquity, causing an inexplicable sense of trepidation in their hearts.

On the high platform, Su Chen took in the expressions of everyone present.

Then, he gave his fan a light wave, walked slowly to the front of the stage, and his voice drifted out:

"Indeed, the Ancient Sacred Body."

"In that vast universe where ten thousand races stand and humanity struggles for survival like ants, this is a supreme physique exclusive to the human race!"

"Once this physique reaches minor completion, a golden bitter sea will manifest within the body, and its life force will surge toward the heavens like a True Dragon."

"Their physical bodies are as if cast from divine gold, indestructible, capable of clashing head-on against those supreme divine weapons passed down for millions of years with nothing but their bare fists!"

"Upon reaching the stage of great completion, they can even challenge the Ancient Great Emperors, possessing the supreme power to tear apart star domains and shatter the heavens with a mere gesture!"

Listening to Su Chen's eloquent narration, the people of the Douluo Continent in the hall could not help but gasp in shock.

Clashing against divine weapons with the physical body alone?

Challenging Great Emperors?

Although they did not know what level of cultivation a Great Emperor truly represented, the mere title alone told them it was a terrifying existence far beyond their comprehension!

However, just as everyone was stunned by the domineering nature of the Ancient Sacred Body, a disdainful cold snort suddenly came from the corner of the hall.

"Hmph, sounds invincible, doesn't it?"

Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, was seen standing with his arms crossed, speaking slowly and leisurely:

"Mr. Su, I admit that this so-called Sacred Body of yours has indeed trained its physical body to an absurd degree."

"But in this world, brute force is not the only way to solve everything."

Having said this, Dugu Bo lifted his chin, his face full of arrogance:

"Take my Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison, for example."

"This poison is colorless and odorless; once even a trace touches you, even a Title Douluo with the most astonishing defenses would turn into a puddle of pus in an instant!"

"No matter how strong his physical body is, can he really defend against such pervasive, deadly poison?"

"If that Ancient Sacred Body were to come to our Douluo Continent, I would only need one breath of poison mist, and regardless of his golden blood, I would leave him without even a bone remaining!"

As soon as Dugu Bo said this, many soul masters around him nodded secretly.

That's right!

Open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against.

No matter how strong your force or how tough your body, you can't possibly be immune to poison, right? The Poison Douluo's poison was something even Title Douluos feared!

Facing Dugu Bo's provocation and skepticism, Su Chen was not angry; instead, he looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Poison?"

Su Chen couldn't help but smile.

In the next second, before anyone could even see Su Chen move, the scene around them suddenly changed!

The hall of the Listening Rain Pavilion vanished instantly, and everyone felt as if they were standing beneath a vast, boundless starry sky.

At the edge of that starry sky, a golden ocean, brilliant to the extreme, was churning violently.

That was not water; it was an ocean formed purely from golden life force!

"This... what is this?!" Dugu Bo's pupils shrank violently at the sight.

"This is the golden bitter sea of the Ancient Sacred Body."

At the same time, Su Chen's calm voice drifted over, rumbling through the starry sky:

"Dugu Bo, you overestimate that pathetic snake poison of yours."

"The Ancient Sacred Body is naturally immune to all evils and avoids all poisons!"

"The golden sacred blood flowing within their bodies is the absolute nemesis of all sinister and poisonous things in this world!"

In the vision, the golden ocean suddenly surged into a massive wave thousands of feet high, and a terrifying aura—supremely rigid, masculine, and inviolably sacred—pierced through the barrier of the vision and rushed toward them!

"Ah!!!"

Dugu Bo, bearing the brunt of it, let out a miserable scream.

Before he could even release his martial soul, he stumbled backward frantically, as if being scorched by raging fire.

Then, he discovered with horror that the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison he took such pride in was trembling like a mouse seeing a cat the moment it sensed that golden life force, showing signs of dissipating entirely!

"Don't talk about your meager snake poison."

"Even if you gathered all the poisons in the world, they wouldn't compare to a single drop of the Ancient Sacred Body's golden sacred blood!"

"A single drop falling would purify you and your Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor martial soul into a wisp of green smoke, leaving not even a scrap behind!"

Hearing Su Chen's words and feeling the trembling of his own martial soul, Dugu Bo's face turned deathly pale. He gritted his teeth hard, but he dared not let out another sound.

A single drop of blood could evaporate him?

What kind of hellish physique was this!

The others in the hall were even more terrified, not daring to breathe a word.

Seeing this, Su Chen withdrew his gaze and then spoke slowly:

"The strength of the physical body and immunity to all evils are merely the most superficial majesty of the Ancient Sacred Body."

"What truly makes these four words resound through the ages, and what makes all the heavens and myriad races hold them in awe..."

"Is their fate, which is tragic to the extreme, yet unyielding and unbreakable!"

As Su Chen's voice fell, the scene before everyone's eyes shifted once more.

The golden ocean faded, replaced by a pitch-black, broken universe that felt like the end of days.

Countless stars were falling, and entire galaxies were collapsing in succession.

And in the depths of that endless darkness, one could vaguely discern several terrifying black shadows, so vast they defied description, coldly looking down upon all living things.

"In that long stretch of time, every hundred thousand years—or sometimes even every few tens of thousands—the most terrifying catastrophe in history would erupt in the universe."

"It is known as the Dark Turmoil!"

Speaking of this, Su Chen's tone grew significantly heavier.

"Those ancient Supremes lurking in the Life Forbidden Zones would ruthlessly launch these turmoils just to extend their own lifespans."

"They treated all living things in this vast universe as livestock raised for slaughter!"

"With a single gulp, they would swallow hundreds of millions of lives!"

Hearing this, even the Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Hall, who was accustomed to slaughter, was so terrified that his whole body trembled and his legs went weak.

Treating the living beings of the universe as food?

Swallowing hundreds of millions of people in one bite?

Compared to a disaster of this magnitude, the wars between the two great empires on the Douluo Continent, where a few tens of thousands might die, seemed as laughable as children playing house!

"And in those desperate eras when no Great Emperor was born, when no one could suppress the darkness..."

"Who stood up?"

At this point, Su Chen suddenly raised his volume, making everyone's eardrums ache.

In the broken starry sky, a majestic figure burning with brilliant golden light was seen shattering the void, stepping forward toward those indescribable, terrifying black shadows.

"It was the Ancient Sacred Body!"

"Nine generations of Great Accomplishment Sacred Bodies!"

"They were not true immortals; they too had days when their lifespans would dry up and their vitality would wither."

"But even in their twilight years, even when their bodies were covered in the red hair that signaled ominousness, even when the blood they coughed up was no longer golden..."

"For the sake of the defenseless human race behind them, they still chose to drag their broken bodies, sublimate to the extreme, burn their final life force, and resolutely charge into the depths of the starry sky!"

In the vision, that golden figure was besieged by several ancient Supremes.

Golden blood splattered across the stars, his body was beaten to a pulp, and countless bones were shattered.

Yet, he did not retreat a single step!

Instead, he stood firmly in front of those Supremes, letting out a roar that shook the ages!

"They fought until they went mad, fought until their blood and marrow ran dry, fought until this universe itself wailed in grief!"

"Nine generations of Sacred Bodies, nine songs of tragedy!"

"With their own lives, they forcibly filled the void of the Dark Turmoil, carved a bloody path for the human race, and bought peace for this world!"

"Who says the human race has no Great Emperor? Nine Sacred Bodies battle the firmament!"

Hearing this, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion fell into an instant, deathly silence.

Many people's eyes had turned red, and even Xue Qinghe on the second floor was gripping the railing so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

Such breadth of mind and spirit, to die in the starry sky for the sake of all living things—how tragic and heroic it was!

It made the Douluo spirit masters present, who spent their days scheming and stabbing each other in the back for a few spirit bones or spirit rings, feel utterly ashamed.

"Nine Sacred Bodies battle the firmament..."

On the second floor, Ning Fengzhi muttered these words to himself, his face filled with the same awe.

However, just as everyone was filled with reverence for the tragedy of these nine generations of Sacred Bodies, Su Chen's storytelling voice came again:

"But do you think this supreme physique, which saved the human race nine times, ended up with a good fate?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in their hearts.

"They were abandoned by this world!"

"In the post-Ancient era, the laws of heaven and earth changed drastically."

"This Ancient Sacred Body, which once looked down upon all heroes and fought against heaven and earth, was actually struck by a Great Dao curse, falling into a useless physique that could not be cultivated at all!"

"Not only did it consume countless resources, but it couldn't even pass the very first hurdle of cultivation!"

"The human Sacred Body, once revered by all races, became a useless husk in the eyes of the world in that era."

As soon as these words were spoken, the main hall erupted into chaos.

Having saved the world nine times over, only to be cursed by the heavens and reviled by the masses in the end?

How utterly unjust this thieving heaven is!

However, just as the crowd was filled with righteous indignation and unable to quell the stifling resentment in their hearts.

Su Chen's voice drifted over once again:

"Until..."

"A young man named Ye Fan arrived, traversing the void from the other side of the starry sky while riding the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin."

"And he is the very last Ancient Sacred Body in this world!"