Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1702 - 458: The World as My Enemy, I Will Beat You to Death

Upon reaching here, rising with the wind from the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land, sweeping over Dazhen and Dali, the Rumor Sect's power, which had accumulated enough strength, finally began to erupt completely.Not openly acknowledged, but in truth, there are indeed people in Daqian who believe that their emperor is the strongest in the world.

More people, more ordinary people, are cursing in their hearts, holding back their anger.

Because no matter what, in such a catastrophe that even such a strong person cannot withstand, it's the ordinary people who die the most.

And in fact, the number of ordinary people is truly the majority.

When the Rumor Sect's power, which had engulfed two Divine Dynasties, was swept into Daqian by the Gang Wind, it finally began to unleash its power.

No need for slander, no need for spreading rumors, just the facts; this is the key to an exponential explosion of Rumor Sect's power.

The dark fire buried underground, nearly invisible, began to be drawn out.

Yu Ziqing felt it, that dark fire was blown with a breath, with a sudden puff, it began to ignite.

Yu Ziqing took out that page, the Divine Skills carried on it had already materialized into a blazing, fiercely burning flame.

Without anyone urging it, it started to burn.

Yu Ziqing gazed towards the east, stepping into the East Sea.

He intends to use this fire to burn the Old Emperor Qian alive.

One person is not enough; the power of one person, once blocked, would see its effect plummet precipitously.

Then countless people.

Holding that page of paper, Yu Ziqing seemed to hear the roars of countless people beside his ear.

"Why the hell doesn't this damn dog just die."

"Now that this lunatic is emperor, what do we do? I'd rather bash my head in at the ancestral temple, offering my blood to the nation's fortune!"

"How dare he, what right does he have, what right to make us die."

"The harvest will be down this year, we're barely surviving, how can that old emperor still want us dead?"

"Why? Why?"

The anger in Yu Ziqing's chest was burning fiercely, and the Red Ape in the Dao Court was clutching its head in pain, its head pouring out flames, turning into a billowing banner several tens of feet high.

As he stepped into the East Sea, the surface began to sizzle and smoke, his eyes beginning to emit a blood glow, the power of his emotions spiraling out of control and spreading around.

Wherever it passed, coupled with the ever-growing power of the Rumor Sect, the emotions it drew out grew increasingly intense.

Even the living beings of the East Sea began to lose control.

Some bewildered monsters began to perceive the truth, these monsters, not understanding much.

Their feeling was the most straightforward, "If you want to kill me, screw you."

By the time Yu Ziqing walked halfway into the East Sea, flames had already ignited on his hair, his whole being seemingly walking within fire.

He had suppressed too long, unable to hold back anymore, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain calm.

He stepped forward, moving towards the deep sea.

In his eyes, only flames were left.

...

In the New Continent, the earth's aura had already circulated throughout the entire New Continent, and order had completely fused with the evolved present world, creating conditions for nurturing life.

At the center of the New Continent, it had already plunged into chaos, with only massive chaotic forces roaring unrestrained here.

You Zhen and the Old Emperor Qian had been fighting here till now, tirelessly, relentlessly, battling fiercely, stirring everything here, seemingly pushing it again towards disorder and chaos.

Suddenly, as the Old Emperor Qian was distracted, the extremely chaotic Divine Light around exploded abruptly.

A bright, large fist imprint appeared on the Old Emperor Qian's chest, seeping with blood, his entire back blown open, revealing his spine and ribs.

Besides this, all his internal organs had been pulverized.

The days You Zhen spent in Jinlan Mountain as a sparring partner for the village chief weren't just mere training, he also absorbed the nutrition of Jinlan Mountain's Body Cultivation, incorporating it into his own Body Refinement System.

The Old Emperor Qian grunted, his body hunched, even the bones covered with divine patterns showed some cracks due to this strike.

"You forgot, a true body of Body Cultivation, is a true body."

With no expression on his face, the cracks on the surface of the Old Emperor Qian's bones flowed and swiftly vanished, yet the pulverized parts of his internal organs did not recover.

Instead, they coalesced with his mana, forming an incarnation heading eastward.

Meanwhile, his main body forcibly held You Zhen back before he could react.

...

In Dazhen, Emperor Zhen, after finishing paying respects to his ancestors in the ancestral temple, walked out and glanced at King Xiang kneeling at the door.

"If I do not return, you handle it as you see fit.

I am Emperor Zhen, I cannot let my elder and younger brothers bear everything.

I cannot afford to lose face."

After saying this, without waiting for King Xiang to respond, he transformed into a Thunder Light and disappeared.

In Dali, Emperor Li, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, reached out, pausing before finally resting his hand on the Crown Prince's head, gently stroking his hair.

"If I fall, you will be the new Emperor Li, and the even harder responsibility will be yours."

Emperor Li turned into a blaze and flew upwards, disappearing with a laugh.

"Emperor Zhen, I knew you couldn't hold back, let's go together, I've long found that bastard Old Emperor Qian displeasing."

In the sky above the East Sea, Emperor Zhen and Emperor Li met, exchanging a knowing smile.

When Yu Ziqing stepped into the East Sea, heading eastward, the two Emperors Zhen and Li could no longer sit idly by.

Such a young Emperor Dui, with such heroic spirit, they understood, if they did not go this time, even if they lived, they would always be intimidated by the Old Emperor Qian, forever subordinate, forever with an essential disparity.