Imperial God Emperor

Chapter 613 - The third sword (1)

Translator: Aran

“Who dares fight again!”

In the vault of heaven, the voice of Ye Qingyu was so sonorous that it pierced through the clouds and split rocks.

His body was dripping with blood. He could not even distinguish whether it was his or the thirty experts that he had just killed.

Clang!Clang!

The sword cry was like the roar of a dragon.

Ye Qingyu revealed a tinge of contempt on his face.

His blood-stained [Blood Drinker Sword] was raised high into the air, pointing to the Ruthless Prince Mofeng.

“Who would have thought that an Immortal Step Prince is a coward that hides behind his subordinates? You’re just sending your subordinates to death, you want to use them to tire me out, too naive... I can tell your cultivation and your status are not low, do you dare to battle against me!”

High in the sky, Ye Qingyu said in a heroic tone of voice.

Opposite.

The Ruthless Prince wore a bleak complexion. historical

He squeezed the light ball in his hand, responding with a mocking smile and without a trace of warmth. “What are you, are you worthy of fighting against me?”

However, when he said these words, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved upwards and his tone took a sudden change. “However, since you can come out alive from the Heavenly Divine Star formation, you’re also considered a genius. This was a bit of a surprise to me. Since you are hell bent on death, I will give you the chance of a fair battle. But you must know that the power of my Demon Spider Race is not something a little Heaven Ascension stage human can match.”

When he finished speaking, the Ruthless Prince’s eyes were overflowing with killing intent and oppressiveness as he gradually came closer.

The brilliance of his black gold-plated totem armour was flowing. The overflowing black demonic qi had condensed into dense mist that curled around his body, like a ferocious ancient beast emitting killing intent, and his body of qi was fixed on the battered and bloodied Ye Qingyu not far away.

On the city watchtower.

The group of Human Race experts, upon seeing this scene, was both anxious and angry.

“Shameless, yet he dares to claim to be a Prince! He even used the tactic of several persons taking turns to tire the opponent out. Senior Tianhang’s injury had not recovered after breaking the formation!”

“Humph, the Prince of a Race takes advantage of the fact that Senior Tianhang is exhausted to challenge him, he is clearly taking advantage of his difficulties!”

“I already knew the Demon Spider Race is incomparably cunning, but did not expect that even an Immortal Step boundary Prince to be so despicable!”

“A fair battle is pleasant to hear, but why not wait until Tianhang has recovered!”

“Damn Demon Spider Race! Extremely shameless!”

“Those demons deserve to die... Senior Tianhang cannot fight now, or he would walk right into the trap of the Demon Race!”

Whether it was on the watchtower or in the city, almost all of the people couldn’t help but rebuke.

Everyone felt their that heart was beating out of their throat, and was so nervous that they simply couldn’t breathe.

Even the usually composed Innkeeper Ling Xiaoran was also anxious. Glancing at the other people around him, he couldn’t help saying in a worried tone, “The Demon Race is cunning and evil, do we just watch them treat Tianhang like that?”

At his side, the beautiful Innkeeper wife Heng Yuge knitted her beautiful brows, unable to conceal her inner worries.

Scar-faced Jin clenched both his hands tightly, and all of a sudden smashed his fist into the wall. “If this continues Senior Tianhang will sooner or later be exhausted to death, the situation is very dangerous, we cannot sit idly by. Even if it is no help and we are just throwing away our lives, we must win a little resting time and recovery time for him!”

Chen Zhengliang’s expression was serious, his hand clasped around the hilt of the soft sword at his waist when he said resolutely, “At worst we risk our lives to fight the Demon Spider Race! We cannot watch Tianhang brave the danger alone!”

Everyone had the impulse to act.

The kindest man Elder Zheng cast a glance over at Hu Bugui who had kept silent all this time.

With Tianhang gone into battle, the strongest Hu Bugui had the most powerful voice.

At this time, the great robber wore a very solemn expression on his face. Facing the gaze of everyone, after a moment of thought, he eventually shook his head.

He knew that since Ye Qingyu had decided in the beginning to meet the enemy alone, he must have a purpose and plan. Through his understanding of Ye Qingyu during the time that they had spent together and his usual behaviour, he knew that he often plans before he acts and his plans were always watertight. He must have a backup plan.

Now was the most critical time. If they rushed out, it would very likely disrupt Ye Qingyu’s plan.

But these words, he could not tell this to the crowd.

After a pause, Hu Bugui explained calmly, “Brother Tianhang does not want us to help out. He must have a plan, we must not act recklessly now... Think about it, the army of the Demon Race is still stationed fifty miles away. If we all risked our lives, what about Flowing Light City? Brother Tianhang’s painstaking effort will be wasted... Not to mention that, with everyone’s strength, to put it bluntly, you will be a burden and most likely can’t do anything to help.”

Everyone trembled with fear when they heard what was said.

The Demon Race army was fifty miles away watching them like tigers looking at their preys. If they were all held by the Demon Race experts in the sky, then the Demon Race army might seize the opportunity to invade and the hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city would face the danger of being buried?!

In order to take the bigger picture into consideration, the only thing they could do now was stay on the city walls and prevent the enemy from attacking the city!

Their eyes once again cast towards the figure covered in blood in the sky, their eyes filled with the highest of respect.

At the same time, Flowing Light City was restless.

Long before the war had begun, countless ordinary people had gathered on the square.

The people were crowded together to serve as support so that they no longer felt timid, and so they wouldn’t lose their dignity and backbone in front of the Demon Race.

They lifted their heads to look at the lonely figure covered in blood in the dark sky opposite a mass of black demonic clouds, feeling extremely anxious.

The people exclaimed in a low voice.

“Can he really fight against so many people?” Looking at the figure in the distance that was covered in blood, countless people asked the same question.

They exchanged glances and saw the anxiety in each other’s eyes.

“Does the heavens want to end my Human Race?” leaning on a walking stick, a grizzled hunched-back old man cried out tragically.

The frail body of the old man trembled and tottered.

The threatening imposing manner of the black demonic clouds that blotted out the sky made even the people in Flowing Light City feel as though they had fallen into an ice cave. What sort of terrifying pressure would the seriously wounded figure who had to face the Demon Spider Race experts at a close range feel?

The chubby and wounded figure was like a wall, a scar-laden city wall that had been through the changes of the world and might collapse at any time. Regardless of what kind of pressure it had to face, it still remained motionless and resisted everything, until it finally collapsed.

And what they could do was only silently pray for Ye Qingyu.

Among the crowd, a ten-year-old boy in ragged clothes, on his innocent face there was still a hint of belief.

He looked at Ye Qingyu’s figure in the sky, his eyes filled with adoration, muttering, “Will win! Senior, you will surely win!”

The young man’s arms that were hanging down the sides of his body suddenly clasped together in front of his chest and he prayed sincerely.

His first words were not audible like the sound of a mosquito.

But when it came to the second sentence, it was as resounding as a rock thrown to the ground, with incomparable belief and reverence.

The fear and worry among the crowd seemed to be affected by the youngster’s voice, and flames of hope were reignited in their eyes.

“Definitely going to win!”

“Yes, Senior Tianhang will certainly win!” ”

“Will win, will certainly win! Senior Tianhang is the saviour of our Human Race, nothing will happen to him!

“Yes! The savior of our Human Race certainly will not be defeated!”

More and more people were affected with the power of this belief, their eyes brimmed with tears as they knelt on the ice-cold ground to pray to the heavens, praying that Ye Qingyu can overcome the Demon Race and save the Human Race from calamity.

The grizzled man with the walking stick wiped away the tears with his trembling hand, then finally saw a bloody figure in the distance. He silently closed his eyes and slowly knelt down on the ground.

High up in the sky.

The Ruthless Prince Mo Feng coldly smiled, “Humans, today I will use your blood as offerings to the soul of the warriors of my race!”

Before his voice faded.

The Ruthless Prince drew a blade at his waist in a backhand motion.

The five-meter-long blood-coloured bone blade was producing a sound similar to metal striking one another and a sinister and frightening blood colour suddenly broke out.

The appearance of the scarlet light was like a blood moon had suddenly appeared.

The void shook. A bone-chilling coldness and cold killing intent tore apart the void like hurricanes and neared Ye Qingyu.

The Ruthless Prince swung his blade, his figure flashed like a stream of flowing light.

The sneer on his face was more hideous and frightening under the blood light.

Ye Qingyu, as through he was already exhausted, did not strike back right away. Instead, he just changed positions and merely avoided the Ruthless Prince’s tentative attack.

He spurted out an arrow of blood, his body tottered, and he faintly looked at the blood moon-like brilliance on the sword. He exhaled, “You want to use my life as an offering to the trash of the Demon Spider Race. I’m afraid you don’t have that ability!”

“Reckless, today I will let you know what happens to those that go against my race!” The Ruthless Prince Mo Feng sneered, aiming the blood-coloured bone blade at Ye Qingyu.

A strange demonic power erupted from his body, like a dormant ancient beast was awakened.

From his uncovered skin gradually emerged some strange markings and patterns, which slowly deepened in colour, and eventually developed into a golden blood-red colour.

Even his amour suddenly emitted a faint cold light.

The markings and patterns on his skin were like living creatures, spreading fully across his body, until even the icy-cold armour was gradually filled with strange scarlet patterns.

From afar, the Ruthless Prince Mofeng was like an ancient beast covered with blood lines, emitting a threatening manner. An invisible blast of qi spread outward from his side that impacted even the black demonic clouds behind him, sending it tumbling and raging.

“The Boundless Blood Flame strike... Human, die!” the Ruthless Prince bellowed as a powerful force gushed out from his body and penetrated into the blood-coloured bone blade in his hand——