The Emperor Leads His Troops in Person
The moment he heard this word, a trace of Killing Intent burst forth from Chen Ling's pupils!
Although the surname was different, just relying on that appearance similar to Ying Fu, the same character "Fu" (覆) in the name, and the fact that the other party happened to be in the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path as a candidate for the new [Emperor]... With these three elements superimposed together, Chen Ling could almost lock down the Hemp-Clad Youth's identity!
Even if he didn't know why Ying Fu was currently surnamed Li, he was definitely the future new [Emperor] of the world!
Just as Chen Ling was moved to kill, at the moment the blade was about to chop off the Hemp-Clad Youth's neck, a faint golden phantom figure descended from the firmament to the lower realm. Bringing galloping imperial personal guards, it whistled as it swept towards the snowfield!
The faint golden phantom figure pointed a finger in mid-air, and the vast imperial might was like a sledgehammer, knocking the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe and the Hemp-Clad Youth apart!
Dong—!!!
Chen Ling's Bone-Stripping Knife only cut open the Hemp-Clad Youth's skin and a small amount of flesh and blood before being knocked away by the shockwave. Under this strike, the Hemp-Clad Youth flew backwards like a cannonball. His mortal flesh and blood suffered internal injuries, and he frantically spewed blood in mid-air.
On the other hand, although Chen Ling was also knocked back by this strike, he quickly steadied his figure.
"Ying Fu! You can't escape!"
The Judgment Court rapidly expanded around Chen Ling. In the heavily falling snow, Chen Ling's fingertips gripped the hilt of the Bone-Stripping Knife, and Judgment power poured frantically into it!
With a flick of the scarlet Theatrical Robe's sleeve in mid-air, a blade gleam wrapped in Deconstruction Power pierced through the wind and snow like a bullet!!
The blade slashed through the air. All snowflakes it touched instantly melted away. Even the thick snow on its path was melted into a ravine, and the blade pointed directly at the dying Hemp-Clad Youth lying in the snow!
Seeing this, the faint golden figure stepping on troops and horses waved a large hand, directly causing the Hemp-Clad Youth lying in the pool of blood to vanish into thin air, as if sent to the second layer's "Leaping Dragon in the Depths" in an instant!
In the next moment, the Bone-Stripping Knife wrapped in Judgment power pierced through the earth, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a deep, circular hole leading to who knows where.
Sensing the Aura fluctuation that pierced through the two layers, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.
This scene fell in the eyes of the others, and their minds were already shaken with fear. Chen Ling's casual knife strike pierced through the earth, killing them would inevitably only take a single thought... They chaotically turned around and ran frantically in all directions. They couldn't care about what direction it was anymore, only thinking of getting far away from Chen Ling as soon as possible.
"Brother Xiao Li!!" Ah Qian was already stupefied. Looking around and not seeing the Hemp-Clad Youth, tears burst from her eyes.
Wu Qiong grabbed her waist, hoisted her onto her shoulder, turned around and ran towards the distance!
Chen Ling didn't care about the crowd fleeing in all directions. After the Hemp-Clad Youth disappeared, his attention fell to the sky...
The faint golden figure, like a Divine Being, slowly floated down into the sky above the snowfield. With another wave of his palm, those numerous figures fleeing frantically disappeared one after another, all sent to the second layer by him.
According to the original arrangement of the Emperors, these people should have experienced more suffering on the first layer. In the dual limits of flesh and spirit, they would expose the deepest part of their hearts. Only those who could maintain their reason in this situation, and even "disguise" themselves well to lead the crowd, would have the qualifications to become candidates for the new [Emperor]...
But now, Chen Ling's appearance undoubtedly disrupted everything, forcing them to speed up the progress and send these people directly to the second layer.
"To actually draw out the Imperial Remnants, for the Emperor to lead his troops in person..." Seeing this scene, Sun Bumian couldn't help but speak,
"As expected, no matter where Six of Hearts goes, he can cause a huge commotion."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Jian Changsheng pointed at the two faint golden figures closely following and floating down in the sky, as well as the vast troops and horses they brought, cursing profusely. "The two of us are their targets too!"
Boom—!!!
Three Imperial Remnants, leading three squads of troops and horses, crashed onto the snowfield like a tsunami with a chilling Killing Intent. The flying shattered snow was sent flying into the air by the shockwave, like a hazy mist, indistinct.
Countless weapons slashed towards Chen Ling's body from all directions. While nimbly dodging the attacks, Chen Ling turned his head to look. He saw that the faces of those troops and horses were all blurred, but judging from the armor on their bodies, they were indeed the Emperor's personal guards from a certain ancient dynasty.
These personal guards, at a rough glance, numbered tens of thousands. Although they didn't have any Ranks or skills, their own strength and speed were not inferior to any Third Tier of the Path of the Soldier. Stacked in such dense numbers, even Chen Ling felt his scalp go numb...
"[Judgment]."
With a gunshot, the Deconstruction bullet forcefully tore open a gap in the large army.
A figure wearing a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe stepped like a red butterfly, easily dodging the surrounding siege. Then stepping on the void, he leaped above the ocean of troops and horses...
The flying snow mixed with endless weapons, as if it had already filled the entire first layer of "A Hidden Dragon in the Depths". As the complex array of the Emperor's personal guards below rotated, the Killing Intent seemed to distort even the sense of space. Looking around, Chen Ling could no longer see where Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian were.
Fluctuations of the Path of the Sovereign came from the side. A middle-aged phantom wearing an Imperial Robe, holding a Long Sword, silently walked out from the nothingness.
"An Imperial Remnant..."
Sensing the repulsion from the Imperial Fate, Chen Ling's brows furrowed tightly.
There existed extreme exclusivity between Imperial Fates, there could only be one Emperor in an era... Although the one before him was an Imperial Remnant of an Emperor from a past dynasty, it still made him feel a hostility from the depths of his soul.
Perhaps because it had been lost for too long, the Imperial Remnant before him was hazy and blurry. Chen Ling couldn't even see his face clearly. But as a phantom image of an imperial dynasty was outlined beneath his feet, a long string of titles suddenly surged into Chen Ling's mind:
— [Emperor Ti Tian Fa Dao Ji Gong Quan De Shen Wen Sheng Wu Rui Zhe Ming Xiao]
Chen Ling was stunned.
Why were the titles of other Emperors so long, yet when it came to him, it was just the simple words [Thespian Emperor]?
The Imperial Remnant raised his palm. Countless ancient paper money swarmed out from the nothingness, weaving into a golden dragon surging with providence in the air above him.
Although Chen Ling couldn't feel any clear "Rank" from this Emperor, he seemed to have some kind of heavy historical merit. This merit materialized in the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, bringing Chen Ling a tremendous Oppressive Aura!
The Emperor stood in the void with his hands behind his back. In the next moment, that paper money golden dragon whistled and swept towards Chen Ling!
The speed of this golden dragon was extremely fast, even Chen Ling could only barely react. The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe stepped with Cloud Steps, transforming into a red phantom wandering through the void, with a golden dragon in close pursuit!
At this time,
In a certain unnoticed corner of the war-torn "A Hidden Dragon in the Depths" layer.
Troops and horses belonging to an unknown Emperor galloped across the soil, the earth trembling like thunder. Waiting until these troops and horses gradually went far away, a figure wrapped in bandages silently drilled out from the chaotic earth, patting his ears with his palms, as if he had a bit of tinnitus from the tremors.
Jiang Xiaohua struggled internally for a long time, ultimately still using his hands to support himself on the soil, slowly crawling out of the ground...