The Darkness Emperor: One Man Subdues the Gods!

The wind from the Ancient Battlefield carried the pungent smell of rust.

Yue Xiaofei stepped over the shattered bones and broken blades scattered on the ground, walking step by step toward the core of the Ancient Battlefield.

The heavily armored ancient corpses standing in the darkness all around seemed to sense the pure, iron-blooded aura of the Dragon Kingdom army emanating from Yue Xiaofei. Their originally taut, withered bodies lowered slightly, as if paying homage to the young Swordbearer.

The further you go, the stronger the sense of oppression in the air becomes.

Even Yue Xiaofei, who was at the peak of the Second Tier of the Divine Sequence Gene Lock, felt as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing down on his shoulders.

Finally, he arrived at the foot of that thousand-foot- Wordless Stele.

The sight before him caused Yue Xiaofei's pupils to contract sharply, and his breath almost stopped for a moment.

Before the black stone tablet stood a Throne carved from a single piece of Obsidian.

A young man sat on the Throne.

He looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an extremely robust physique. Even just sitting there casually, he exuded an unshakeable, imposing presence, like a mountain.

He had messy short black hair, a stubble beard, and his clothes were so worn that their original color was no longer recognizable.

It was an old-style Special Operations Camouflage uniform from the Bureau 7 of the Dragon Kingdom, tattered and worn, repeatedly soaked with dried black blood.

A broad-bladed heavy sword, entirely black and bound with nine black Black Iron Chains, lay casually across his legs.

The tip of the greatsword hung on the ground, with a drop of dark red blood, not yet completely dried, slowly condensing on it.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his chest remained completely still.

You can't even hear the faint sound of a living person breathing; it's like an ancient stone sculpture that has sat here for hundreds of years.

However, this seemingly lifeless body was surrounded by a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine!

Looking up from the heavy sword on his knee.

Nine black Black Iron Chains, like wildly dancing dragons, pierced through the void and disappeared into the endless darkness above!

In that void, three illusory yet enormous figures were tightly bound together!

That is not the existence of the Dragon Kingdom.

One of the figures had twelve pure white wings, and a handsome face filled with pain and contortion; it was none other than an Angel from the West mythology!

The other two figures included one engulfed in pitch-black Netherfire and with two horns on its head.

The other wielded a broken Golden Thunder Spear, radiating a raging Olympus Divine Power!

Those are the remnants of three the West Ancient God!

The divine power emanating from each remnant soul far surpassed that of the National Authority Level officials in the Luodu Underground Palace, and even faintly touched the threshold of true gods!

But at this very moment, the remnants of these three Ancient God, high above all others, were forcibly pierced through their collarbones and the core of their souls by the nine black Chains.

Like a dead dog, he was nailed to the void before the Wordless Stele, unable to move!

Their enormous divine bodies were constantly having their divine power drained by that Black Greatsword!

One man, one sword, suppressing three gods!

So high-class it's off the charts!

"This is..."

Li Jiahao, standing behind him, was completely dumbfounded. He almost dropped his longsword, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"The Darkness Emperor, who was ranked third on the Dark List five years ago, and the former captain of the Reverse Scale... he actually suppressed three God-Level Remnant Soul in this god-like place all by himself for five whole years?!"

Li Jiahao considered himself a proud and arrogant genius, and he always thought that his Sword-Controlling Art was unparalleled.

But seeing this scene before him, which seemed like a mythical arrival, he felt as if his worldview had been shattered.

This is the eldest son of the Yue Family.

This is the man who, in order to uncover the truth about his father, single-handedly fought his way through the Dark World overseas, and then single-handedly stormed into the Cloudtop Heavenly Palace!

Ning Hongye stood at the foot of the stone steps, her eyebrows slightly raised beneath the red satin ribbon, and softly exclaimed in admiration, "Such domineering Sword Intent, using a mortal body to lock the soul of a god."

Yue Xiaofei's legs were trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but because of the wildly surging, resonant blood within my chest.

He looked at the man sitting on the Throne, covered in blood, and his eyes instantly reddened.

Everyone thought Yue Feng was dead, that he had died underground in Changbai Mountain.

Who would have thought that he would be sitting alone deep within this dark and sunless Ancient Battlefield?

With his own body and his own greatsword, he forcefully nailed down three the West Ancient God who attempted to seize the dragon Dragon Vein of Huaxia for the sake of the Dragon Kingdom behind him!

"Elder brother..."

Yue Xiaofei's voice trembled uncontrollably.

He strode up the stone steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the hard Obsidian floor.

"Brother! It's me, Xiaofei!"

Yue Xiaofei took three steps to the Throne, then suddenly knelt on one knee, his voice filled with heart-wrenching pain.

"I've come to take you home!"

The sound echoed continuously in the empty and desolate Ancient Battlefield, striking the thousand-foot-tall stone tablet and creating reverberations.

However, the man on the Throne remained with his eyes closed, motionless, as cold as a block of ice.

The three remnants of Ancient God in mid-air seemed to have sensed something.

The remnant soul of the twelve-winged Angel suddenly let out a piercing, sinister laugh:

"Useless! Humble mortal!"

"He was completely exhausted from suppressing the three of our souls, and has now sealed his own soul entirely within the Shura Sword Domain!"

"He's a dead man now! Once we break free of these damned Chains, all of you will become sacrifices to the gods!"

The other two remnants of Ancient God souls also roared madly.

The immense Divine Power began to violently impact the black Chains him, causing the entire Ancient Battlefield to tremble violently and rubble to tumble down!

"Shut up!"

Yue Xiaofei suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and the Emperor Engine within his body was running at its limit in that instant!

Boom!

A black Dragon Aura, tens of feet high, suddenly rose from his body. The Black-Gold Hongming Blade, filled with violent killing intent, was drawn out fiercely, its tip pointing directly at the remnant souls of the three gods in the void!

"A few mere wandering ghosts who died thousands of years ago dare to curse my elder brother?!"

Yue Xiaofei was filled with murderous intent and was about to raise his sword to slash into the void.

However, at that moment...

On the Throne, the imposing body that had been silent for five years suddenly moved very slightly.

Click.

A faint, almost inaudible cracking sound suddenly rang out beneath the deathly silent stone tablet.

That wasn't the sound of bones moving, but rather the black scabs frozen on the man's skin, formed from five years of extreme cold mixed with divine blood, cracking apart inch by inch!

The three remnants of the West Ancient God, who had been roaring wildly and trying to break free of their Chains, stopped abruptly the moment that crisp sound rang out!

As if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, his massive soul trembled violently, his eyes revealing a deep-seated terror and despair!