Invincible Martial King

"It's unbelievable for us to witness the birth of a Martial Monarch."    

"Are the two Martial Monarchs going to fight each other now?"    

...    

In the distance, many experts were still in a state of great shock. Fourth Uncle and Chu Zhaoyang were at loggerheads with each other, leaving them dumbfounded. Was this going to be a battle between emperors?    

"An Emperor War..."    

"Quickly retreat, quickly retreat..."    

These people were all smart people. A Martial Emperor's every move was enough to destroy hundreds of thousands of li of territory. If they were affected, then even if they were Martial Saints, they would die at the first possible moment.    

"You were lucky enough to become an Emperor, and your cultivation hasn't stabilized yet, yet you want to challenge me?"    

"You don't have any chance of winning."    

Chu Zhaoyang stood in the sky, and his divine rings opened, emitting a dazzling brilliance. From afar, he looked like a real god, filled with unimaginable majesty.    

His expression was cold as he stared at Fourth Uncle. When his golden eyes opened and closed, divine radiance shot out. It was exceptionally intimidating.    

"Killing you doesn't require much of a chance of winning."    

"Come and fight."    

Fourth Uncle's bearing was deep like an abyss, and his hair was disheveled while his eyes were pitch black and fierce. He was like a Devil God that had walked out from the depths of hell, and his exposed skin was bronze in color. Every single strand of his flesh was filled with unimaginable strength.    

Even though he had just broken through to the Sovereign Realm, he didn't show any signs of fatigue. His body was filled with surging and boundless energy, and every single move he made was sufficient to suppress the heavens.    

The injuries he had suffered during the lightning tribulation had all disappeared. At this moment, Fourth Uncle's condition was extremely strong.    

"I'll fulfill your wish."    

The battle spear streaked across the sky. Chu Zhaoyang opened and closed his eyes. He was as domineering as a god descending to the mortal world as he aimed at Fourth Uncle's heart.    

Fourth Uncle narrowed his eyes and spat out innate essence. He transformed into a heavenly sword and hacked down.    

"Bang."    

The spear was so sharp that it could not be stopped. The heavenly sword was broken into pieces.    

However, at this moment, Fourth Uncle strode forward as well. His fist shone like a huge wheel that rolled across the void, causing the entire space to shake.    

Boom!    

The energy waves of the Dao Law slammed against the shore and slowly dispersed like a tide. Fourth Uncle used his bare hands to clash with the battle spear, causing the originally straight battle spear to bend visibly with the naked eye.    

Chu Chaoyang's expression darkened. The radiance of the spear shot into the sky. Countless bone-chilling Law of Dao interweaved and formed numerous divine chains that shot towards Fourth Uncle.    

Fourth Uncle's fists were like lightning as they struck out in all directions like a giant roc. They occasionally appeared and disappeared, causing the Divine Order Chain to collapse and disintegrate.    

After that, he took a step forward. Ignoring the limitations of time and space, he appeared in front of Chu Zhaoyang. His fist imprint was as heavy as a mountain. It carried a force of ten million jun as it smashed down heavily.    

"Boom."    

Chu Zhaoyang held his spear in front of him. However, in the next second, his entire body trembled violently. Under the terrifying impact, the spear almost broke apart and he was sent flying hundreds of kilometers away.    

"Eh?"    

Chu Zhaoyang's face turned green. His hands that were holding the spear became numb. He could not believe that these guys who had just broken through to the Sovereign realm had such terrifying strength.    

One should know that he had taken a few steps into the realm of a Martial Emperor. His understanding and control over power were not something that ordinary people could compare with.    

"Take my punch."    

Fourth Uncle clenched his fist tightly, and a scarlet red glow circulated around it. It was like a burning hot iron, and the terrifying temperature caused the surrounding time and space to distort violently.    

As his fist landed, a large area of time and space collapsed, forming a terrifying spatial crack. It extended for several tens of thousands of miles. The terrifying fluctuation made the Martial Saints who were watching from afar feel their scalps go numb, and they retreated again and again.    

Chu Zhaoyang's originally cold and indifferent eyes changed for the first time. His hands held onto the war spear at the same time. He thrust out with all his strength, similarly shattering space and time. A large crack appeared.    

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the two spatial cracks collided violently. Under the intense impact, even though they were very far away, it still caused an intense rumbling sound.    

The void split apart layer by layer, and dense spiderweb-like cracks appeared.    

Numerous pitch black chaotic streams of black holes appeared, and the aura they emitted caused even Martial Saint to feel extreme fear.    

Fourth Uncle and Chu Zhaoyang faced each other from afar. An eye-catching wound appeared on his chest. However, there was no trace of pain on his resolute face. He merely stared coldly at the latter, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp.    

Chu Zhaoyang's battle spear had long since shattered. Compared to Fourth Uncle, he looked even more pathetic. The divine ring that had been wrapped around his body had disappeared. There were additional wounds on his chest and abdomen that were stained with blood.    

The battle between Martial Emperors was straightforward and terrifying. If one was slightly careless, one would die or be injured.    

In the battle just now, it was undoubtedly Fourth Uncle who had gained the upper hand.    

"How could this be..."    

Chu Chaoyang lowered his head to look at his injuries. A stunned expression appeared on his indifferent face. He found it hard to believe that this would be the result.    

"Kill."    

Without giving him much time to think, Fourth Uncle continued to attack ferociously. The fist imprint rolled in the air, and it caused the space within tens of thousands of miles to tremble and rumble.    

Although Chu Chaoyang was shocked by his opponent's strength, he had no choice but to continue fighting with him. He was not willing to accept this. He was unwilling to accept that he would be suppressed in a battle with one Martial Emperor after another who had just broken through.    

With the two of them as the center, the surrounding tens of thousands of kilometers of space had turned into a battlefield. In the end, the surging energy drowned everything.    

That place became a danger zone that no one else could approach.    

Although Lu Chen wanted to help, he understood his situation. He had suffered serious injuries. If he was involved in a battle of this level, even if he was not injured, he would not be able to last a few rounds.    

In the current situation, he could barely survive a few moves of a Martial Emperor before escaping to protect himself. However, if he were to truly fight against a Martial Emperor, he wouldn't be on the same level.    

However, this was already extremely rare. In fact, it could even be said that it was extremely rare.    

In the past, no matter how outstanding a Martial Sacred was, he would be as weak as an ant before the Martial Monarch Realm. Let alone fighting against a few moves of the Martial Monarch Realm, he would be as weak as an ant, let alone resisting a few moves of the Martial Monarch Realm. It was difficult for most to resist its might.    

Of course, it was because of the suppression of a major realm. If Lu Chen could break through to the Sovereign realm, he would be able to easily crush Chu Zhaoyang with the advantage of dual soul cultivation and numerous techniques.    

In his previous life, he had relied on Peerless Martial Spirits to become a Martial Emperor. He was an expert among the Sovereign realms. In this life, he had many good fortune, and with the complete Peerless Martial Spirit, if Lu Chen became a Martial Emperor, his strength would definitely increase by more than ten times compared to his previous life.    

"Bang!"    

Fourth Uncle and Chu Zhaoyang engaged in a fierce battle. Both sides were engaged in a fierce battle. Their techniques were endless and all kinds of martial techniques and even Arcane Arts emerged.    

There was a giant phoenix soaring through the sky, diving down and burning everything. There was also a true dragon roaring and devouring everything.    

The battle between the two Martial Emperors not only caused the surrounding space to be thrown into chaos, but the powerful and terrifying fluctuations were also transmitted to the Tianwu Continent.    

"Battle of the Emperors."    

"Such an intense Imperial Battle must have happened a hundred years ago, right?"    

"At that time, it happened to be the time when Emperor Ye Chen disappeared from the Tianwu Continent."    

...    

Many of the top experts of the Tianwu Continent were alarmed. Their eyes were fixed on the outer space. The stronger one's cultivation base was, the greater the distance between them would be.    

The more Fourth Uncle fought, the more courageous he became. The fist imprint was incomparably domineering, suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths. It caused Chu Zhaoyang to cough out blood continuously. Even his golden armor was dyed red with blood.    

Although he had just broken through, after experiencing the terrifying lightning tribulation, Fourth Uncle was like a new life. The benefits he obtained were unimaginable. He had just stepped into this realm and already possessed a body and strength that was even stronger than those in the same realm.    

This wasn't a suppression of his realm, but a true suppression of his strength.    

Chu Chaoyang had taken a few steps into the Martial Emperor realm, but it was still an advantage of his realm. Fourth Uncle, on the other hand, had the advantage of strength.    

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how high one's realm was, one would still be defeated in the end.    

Chu Zhaoyang was covered in blood. The wound on his shoulder was extremely severe. If he had not retreated in time, he might have been torn in half by Fourth Uncle.    

He could not remember how long it had been since he had felt such intense pain. That was something that only happened before he became an emperor.    

Ever since he became a Martial Emperor, Chu Zhaoyang had never thought that he would be treated like this again.    

"Ah!"    

Chu Zhaoyang roared furiously and tore through the sky. Like a wounded lion, he charged at Fourth Uncle with anger.    

Both of his hands moved the surrounding space and time, transforming it into the strongest suppressive force. He wanted to trap and kill Fourth Uncle with a single strike.    

However, Fourth Uncle was just too strong. With a powerful shake, he shattered the suppressive force. At the same time, his fist shone with a scorching heat, as if it was a divine beam that struck down from the sky.    

Boom!    

When the fist and palm collided, Fourth Uncle remained motionless while Chu Zhaoyang coughed out blood and flew out.    

Fourth Uncle's eyes were sharp. He chased after him with two steps and stomped heavily on Chu Zhaoyang's chest. The terrifying force smashed him heavily into the hard meteorite.    

Fourth Uncle did not give up. He grabbed Chu Zhaoyang with both hands and tore at him with force. Instantly, the Blood Fog exploded.    

Chu Zhaoyang was torn in half. Fortunately, he had used the Arcane Arts in time. The Blood Fog once again gathered and formed a new body.    

However, his face turned ghastly pale.    

As he looked at Fourth Uncle charging at him once again, fear appeared in Chu Zhaoyang's eyes. He immediately retreated at high speed, planning to retreat immediately. He knew that if he continued fighting, not only would he not gain any advantage, he might even die here.    

"You want to leave?"    

"Stay."    

Fourth Uncle's Qi permeated the air. Like a Devil God, he strode forward and caught up to Chu Zhaoyang. Chu Zhaoyang coughed up blood and retreated.    

"You..."    

Chu Zhaoyang was extremely aggrieved. He was a mighty and supreme Martial Emperor, yet he was being chased and beaten like a stray dog.    

He suddenly felt a little regretful. He shouldn't be overconfident. If he didn't get entangled with Lu Chen and kill Fourth Uncle as soon as possible, such a thing wouldn't happen.    

"Pu!"    

Chu Chaoyang's chest was pierced by Fourth Uncle. Blood gushed out like a fountain, causing his face to turn even paler.    

He tried his best to defend himself, but he received new injuries from Fourth Uncle's violent attacks. One of the injuries was the most ferocious. From his shoulder to his abdomen, one could see white bones and flesh. He was almost split open.    

He circulated the Arcane Arts to repair his broken body. At the same time, he struck out numerous palm prints in an attempt to stop Fourth Uncle from chasing him.    

However, Fourth Uncle was not afraid at all. He strode forward without any intention of dodging. No matter how these palm prints landed, he still chased after Fourth Uncle even though he was beaten until he coughed out blood.    

Chu Chaoyang was completely afraid. He had never seen such a crazy person before. He turned around and tore open the spatial tunnel, wanting to leave this place.    

However, a fist imprint smashed the spatial passageway into pieces.    

Fourth Uncle suddenly accelerated and arrived in front of him. His fist was domineering and sharp as it smashed towards Chu Zhaoyang's head.    

"Pu."    

The latter tried his best to resist, but he was still sent flying with blood spurting out of his mouth.    

Chu Zhaoyang's entire body was covered in blood as he continued to repair his broken body. His aura gradually weakened. If this continued, he might really be killed in less than two hours.