deltrittennovels Chapter 652 At the End of the Emperor's Road, Who Remains at the Peak? 1. Seeing the Flame Empe
Chapter 652 At the End of the Emperor's Road, Who Remains at the Peak? 1. Seeing the Flame Empe
At this moment, the thirty-three battle zones, which were originally filled with deafening battle cries and surging laws, seemed to be suddenly paused by an invisible giant hand.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence and shock!
The thirty-three peerless geniuses who were fighting fiercely with their respective guards, even after enduring a blow from their opponent, all widened their eyes and turned their heads sharply, staring intently at the young figure not far away, wielding a thunder-fire longsword and with his black robe fluttering in the wind, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
The purple-haired youth who was using the Nine Netherworld Demon Body had his eye muscles twitching uncontrollably.
He even wondered if he had just imagined it.
Those are black-armored guards at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor level!
How come this guy is even more vulnerable than the broken copper and scrap iron in the first level?
"He raised his hand... and killed him in one move?!"
The old blind man who had always kept his eyes closed and relied on his intuition to wield his sword, for the first time ever, opened his cloudy eyes and stared intently at the Thunderfire Sword in Lin Hanzhou's hand, his voice dry as sandpaper.
"Where...where did this monster come from?!"
For a moment, the only sound in the entire tenth level was the roar of the black-armored guards who had lost their opponents and were now charging forward again.
The thirty-three proud and arrogant quasi-emperor prodigies suffered an unprecedented and intense shock to their Dao hearts from Lin Hanzhou's casual sword strike, and they were unable to recover for a long time.
Lin Hanzhou completely ignored the group's intentions.
He sheathed his Thunderfire Sword, put his hands behind his back again, and calmly walked through the chaotic battlefield, arriving at the end of this space.
There, a colossal bronze gate, tens of thousands of feet high, was tightly shut.
This gate is the only passage leading to the end of the tenth level.
Pushing this open will take you to the teleportation plaza, and only by passing through the teleportation stone platform there can you truly enter the core of the Imperial Pass Great Wall—the Heavenly Heart Palace.
Lin Hanzhou stood before the massive bronze gate, extended his right hand, and slowly placed his palm on the cold door.
"May I ask your esteemed name?"
Just as Lin Hanzhou was about to exert his power slightly and forcefully push open the heavy bronze door, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the silent space.
The one who spoke was the old blind man who kept his eyes closed and held a rusty iron sword.
At this moment, the thirty-three quasi-emperors had all retreated to the safe zone at the edge of the space with perfect understanding.
As they retreated, the black-armored guards who had been attacking frantically suddenly stopped wielding their longswords and transformed back into cold statues, standing in their respective battle circles, no longer initiating attacks.
This is the rule of the Imperial Pass: as long as the challenger gives up and retreats to the safe zone, the assessment will be at a standstill.
The old blind man stood there, holding the rusty iron sword in his arms. His face, covered with the marks of time and wrinkles, carried a kind of unwavering determination and desolation, as if he had heard the truth in the morning and was ready to die in the evening.
Lin Hanzhou's right hand, which was resting on the bronze gate, paused slightly.
He didn't turn around, but simply turned his head slightly to the side, revealing half of his cold and handsome profile.
His long black hair fluttered slightly in the strong wind, obscuring the deep, star-like light in his eyes.
"Emperor Yan"
Two words, seemingly imbued with supreme imperial authority, were slowly uttered from Lin Hanzhou's thin lips.
The sound wasn't loud, but within this vast space constructed from ancient laws, it caused a series of deafening spatial resonances.
The moment the two words were uttered, endless crimson-gold divine fire faintly exploded in the void, as if even the heavens and earth of this Imperial Pass were trembling for this name.
After saying those two words, Lin Hanzhou said no more, and his right hand suddenly exerted force.
Rumble—!
The colossal bronze gate, silent for countless ages, was slowly pushed open a crack.
Lin Hanzhou took a step and stepped inside.
As he departed, the bronze gate, tens of thousands of feet high, slammed shut once more amidst a heavy rumble.
"Emperor Yan... Emperor Yan..."
The old blind man stood silently in place, clutching the rusty iron sword tightly in his arms, constantly murmuring the name.
With each word he uttered, the desolation and age on his face deepened.
He had diligently cultivated his swordsmanship for seven thousand years. In order to hone that flawless sword strike, he even went so far as to blind himself, all in pursuit of that pure sword intent.
He originally thought that among the quasi-emperors of this era, in terms of swordsmanship alone, he had reached a level that was unprecedented.
But just now, I saw that "Emperor Yan" casually wield his sword.
"well……"
The old blind man let out a long sigh.
"At the end of the imperial road, who stands at the peak? Upon seeing the Flame Emperor, all paths to enlightenment vanish."
The old blind man's voice echoed in the empty space, carrying an indescribable sense of sorrow and relief.
"I have cultivated my sword for seven thousand years and thought I had reached the pinnacle. Only today do I realize that there are heavens beyond heavens, and the potential of an emperor is beyond my comprehension."
"This is fate... I will not contend with it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old blind man smiled nonchalantly, exuding an indescribable sense of ease and melancholy.
He turned around without even glancing at the bronze gate in front of him again, and stepped out. His figure transformed into a dim sword light, and he strode away from the passage he had come from, heading towards the direction outside the Imperial Pass Great Wall.
He left with extreme decisiveness, without the slightest hesitation.
Because he had already clearly seen the enormous gap between himself and that "Emperor Yan," a gap as vast as the heavens.
Staying would only bring shame upon oneself, turning one into a pile of white bones on the road to becoming emperor.
With the departure of the old blind man, the expressions of the remaining thirty-two quasi-emperor prodigies became incredibly varied in an instant.
They looked at each other, both able to see the undisguised bitterness and despair in each other's eyes.
They had also realized the gap between themselves and that Yan Emperor.