The Steward Demonic Emperor
chapter-320

Roar!

The dragon roar’s might buckled the world itself, followed shortly by the dragon soul ascending to the ninth heaven, then plunging back into the earth below.

The ground quaked and beast roars resounded. The terrible power came from the souls and worked its way up into the body of everyone, scaring them in body and mind.

Then a beast’s head came out of the ground and swallowed them whole.

Zhuo Fan frowned.

The Nine Dragons Diamond Body was an earth ranked martial art at its base and the Dragon Vein Soul was a lord of the land as well. With them combined, the martial art had its power doubled, truly capable of ripping the world asunder.

Zhuo Fan took a deep breath and the roaming purple lightning around him focused, ready for the final strike.

Rumble!

The earth literally exploded as the golden dragon three hundred meters long shot from underground, aiming for Zhuo Fan. Its fangs and claws bared, setting itself up to tear into heavens themselves if it had to.

Roar!

With another dragon roar, the dragon’s might descended. Reaching Zhuo Fan a thousand meters away. The man was shocked.

He had a guess it would be strong, but not this much. The dragon held enough power to write off any Radiant Stage expert on the spot.

Gu Santong and Divine Dragons not included.

The onlookers gasped, their very core shaking in fear. [How can a pre-Radiant Stage expert hold enough power to destroy everything?]

You Yushan’s trio were doing a victory dance as they laughed, “Such power! I knew the eldest young master was heaven’s greatest gift on earth! He is invincible beneath heaven! That punk can be all heaven-defying he wants but not even he can match up to the eldest young master!”

“Hear, hear, the punk is done for, ha-ha-ha…”

The trio were having the time of their lives with their early celebration. They had invested so much blood and sweat into this, lost so many men and now, it had finally paid off.

Only Chu Qingcheng and company were shaking at the mighty display. Worry gnawed at their conscience as tears fell down unabated.

Fang Qiubai’s eyes shrank and he sighed, “The Dragon Vein Soul is a true match for an earth ranked martial art. Such power makes the outcome obvious. Huangpu Qingtian truly is the first in his generation…”

The rest nodded as well. They turned in the direction the golden dragon was charging to see a man wrapped in purple lightning standing there with his back straight, his gaze hard. He was dauntless in the face of danger, earning no few sighs.

Zhuo Fan would’ve beaten Huangpu Qingtian if they were going by talent alone. But the sudden reveal of Dragon Vein Soul, of providence’s machinations, left all taking his demise with pity.

No mortal could defy heaven’s will…

The people were already lamenting, writing Zhuo Fan off as he was receiving the capital punishment for his transgression. Yet Zhuo Fan’s eyes never lost their light, his fighting spirit burned hot against adversity.

To him, the Dragon Vein Soul was a mere spirit born of this world, albeit a pretty strong one. Yet it had no damn relation with providence and the likes.

Even if true providence descended, [As long as I am the stronger one, let heaven make you a god in this world but it still won’t save you from me.]

Zhuo Fan’s eyes steeled and his hands made a sign.

“Ha-ha-ha, Zhuo Fan, heaven made me king, the new world order! You dare go against me and you shall die for defying heaven. You shall die just because I wish it. It is the will of heaven, your fate!” Huangpu Qingtian cackled, drunk on power and megalomania.

This nemesis that had defied him for so long would finally meet his end. Who wouldn’t be happy?

Zhuo Fan’s face was cold, his eyes flashing purple, his hands making the signs as he shouted, “Screw you! I alone decide my fate. The one to die is you!”

Zhuo Fan then roared.

“Wraith Style, 3rd move, Necro Dragon’s Screech!”

Roar!

An earth shaking dragon roar pierced the clouds and a pulse spread from Zhuo Fan’s mouth.

Huangpu Qingtian mocked, “A trifling profound ranked sound martial art? How can it stand up to my dragon soul and earth ranked martial art? Humph, I get it, you are on your last leg, the desperate attempt of a hopeless fool!”

“Humph, to deal with the Dragon Vein Soul, a soul based martial art is all I need. Not to mention, this isn’t your average sound martial art. You think you’re the only one who can boost a martial art?” Zhuo Fan’s grin turned sinister.

Huangpu Qingtian doubled back and before he could react, the damage was done.

Zhuo Fan’s roar moved slowly towards the golden dragon, only to explode a hundred meters from it.

When the sound dissipated, purple lighting surged in its wake, spreading like wildfire and taking the form of a hundred meter long purple lightning bird.

The purple lightning crackled in every direction, its power bearing down on the incoming golden dragon.

Huangpu Qingtian cried, “What is that?”

“Your doom!”

Zhuo Fan’s face split into a grin as he was reeling, about to collapse. This last move had him spent, but it still couldn’t wipe the savage smirk from his lips, “While you used your Dragon Soul to add to your martial art’s power, what stops me from infusing my entire purple lightning into the sound wave?”

Huangpu Qingtian’s face twitched, “How can purple lightning ever match my dragon soul? Dragon Vein Soul is a king’s symbol that no being in this world dares defy. Your purple lightning is nothing. It isn’t even conscious. Dragon Vein Soul, shred him!”

Roar!

Huangpu Qingtian’s words set the golden dragon into a frenzy, charging for Zhuo Fan. Its vicious face set to tear all who opposed it.

The earth ranked martial art topped with Dragon Vein Soul actually had a mind of its own, following Huangpu Qingtian’s order.

Zhuo Fan watched it all with a sneer.

[Purple lightning is beneath the dragon soul? Humph, ignorant fool!]

Zhuo Fan didn’t know where the purple lightning came from, but it had the potential to kill a sacred beast.

Not to mention, Zhuo Fan had added a little something to it, a trace of azure flame.

It wasn’t as overbearing as the purple lightning, but it had a spark of intelligence. Each time Zhuo Fan was in dire straits, the azure flame would come out and shield him from harm.

Zhuo Fan had done this so that the thunderbird would gain the azure flame’s awareness.

Zhuo Fan pointed, his bloodthirst exploding in his roar, “Kill him earth ranked martial art. Heaven-devouring Thunder Phoenix!”

Correct, an earth ranked martial art. With the purple lightning and a bit of azure flame, the profound ranked martial art was forcefully upgraded to a new rank.

The thunderbird cried out at his order, shooting forth.

Golden light erupted as the dragon roared and purple lightning scalded the heavens in an unbridled display of raw power.

The people below saw a dragon and a thunderbird clash in an apocalyptic explosion, ringing their ears.

And then it happened.

Under the thunderbird’s purple lightning explosion, the dragon began to crumble inch by inch as it dissolved into golden specks. With a cry of pain, the golden dragon soul left the huge dragon and fled for Huangpu Qingtian.

The purple thunder bird had scared the Dragon Vein Soul off!

[How is this possible?]

Huangpu Qingtian’s jaw hit the floor, his eyes bulged out. Others didn’t fare any better.

[Holy hell! Dragon Vein Soul, you’re supposed to be a lord of the land, its king. What are you doing getting scared of a silly flickering bird? Where has your rampant attitude gone? Your master had even bragged about you being his royal symbol!]

The scared Dragon Vein Soul’s reply to their thoughts would be a round of abuse.

[You know shit! I am the king of the land, but that thing is the king of the skies! What else am I to do but run?]

[Ignorant whelps! Stop spewing crap when you know nothing of the world’s inner workings. I am born of the earth, but that thing is born of the world! We are light years apart.]

Not that any side knew any of this of course. It was just that their minds were blown away seeing the Dragon Vein Soul running away with its tail between its legs. Their brains went out of commission.

[Dragon Vein Soul ain’t so tough after all.]

Fang Qiubai watched it all bleary-eyed. Then he frowned, then he shook his head, and lastly looked at Zhuo Fan astounded.

Dragon Vein Soul wasn’t weak, not by a long shot, it was the kid using a far deadlier attack.

Even Fang Qiubai started praising. [Just what are you, kid…]

With the Dragon Vein Soul abandoning ship, the three hundred meter long golden dragon turned into an earth dragon. And an average earth ranked martial art was no match for the purple thunderbird, collapsing in seconds.

What followed next was obvious. The thunder bird flew at Huangpu Qingtian. Its eyes filled with killing intent just like Zhuo Fan’s.

How could this be?

Gnashing his teeth, Huangpu Qingtian was still in denial. The Dragon Vein Soul, the cornerstone of his pride and joy, of his very existence, was scared off by some purple lightning.

[What is that lightning that is able to scare the king of the land?]

He didn’t have the time to ponder such philosophical questions though. The thunderbird was coming in for the kill…