Sheng Fu

into the night.

The Iron Mang City, the Zhen'an King.

The news that the Demon King had led an army of 200,000 to Starry Sky City spread like wildfire throughout the Iron Mang City and was rapidly spreading towards the entire Spirit Race world.

Moonlight spilled onto the city wall, where Prince Zhen'an and Pu Weiqing stood at the highest point, gazing at Xinghan City.

"It's really lively and exciting," Zhen'an Prince murmured expressionlessly.

In that battle with Mu Chun, the Prince of Zhen'an was defeated, and the defeat was without any suspense.

Now that Prince Zhen'an has entered that sea of ​​suffering, he is itching to have a duel with Mu Chun. He can't wait to fight Mu Chun to the death.

Pu Weiqing, of course, also wanted to compete with the legendary Demon King.

Once you're on the battlefield, you must have a pure and unadulterated fighting spirit!

Prince Zhen'an was very excited. He already knew that Pu Weiqing had also entered that sea of ​​suffering. With the blessing of two emperors, this battle was destined to be a legendary battle that would be recorded in history.

To experience such a grand battle in one's lifetime is undoubtedly a great fortune for a martial spirit.

"Actually, it's fortunate that Yuwen Jun brought a large number of Holy Spirit Stones, otherwise, the hearts of the Spirit Clan would have been in utter chaos." King Zhen'an gradually calmed down and said with a look of relief.

If Mu Chun is the vanguard, then King Wu is naturally the one who will bring down the enemy.

The title of King Wu carries far too much weight.

Pu Weiqing looked toward Xinghan City, his eyes filled with a weathered yet refined gaze. After surveying the mountains and terrain, he calmly said, "In terms of terrain, this will be a head-on battle."

“Those who take the lead here will be especially important.”

"I go."

Upon joining the army, even though he was getting on in years, Pu Weiqing still needed a victory to celebrate his spirit.

Secondly, since he was fighting in a foreign land, Pu Weiqing still wanted to make a big splash.

Previously, there was no need to go to the battlefield, but everyone knew that Pu Weiqing was the number one swordsman of the human race.

Now that they've arrived on the battlefield, everyone wants to know just how good the Human Race's number one sword truly is.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice rang out.

"This time, it's our turn to remain unmoved."

Prince Zhen'an subconsciously turned around and saw a handsome prince with heterochromatic eyes walking slowly towards him.

"Why?" Prince Zhen'an asked with a suspicious look.

Taking the initiative will naturally boost morale. So what if the Demon King comes? Let's give him a taste of his power first. This is the true thought in Zhen'an King's mind.

King Linghe looked at Pu Weiqing, bowed slightly, and then said to King Zhen'an, "This is His Majesty's decree."

The Prince of Zhen'an was speechless.

Linghe Wang continued, "I know that your strength is not what it used to be, but both Mu Chun and the Demon Clan Martial King have a certain degree of eternal true essence in their bodies."

"Your going there will be in vain."

"On the contrary, you need to conserve your strength and wait until you are in a passive position before launching a full-scale attack."

"Although the true essence within your bodies has been elevated to its peak once because of those two pills, it is still not enough in the face of eternal true essence."

"If you're lucky, even if the two of you work together, you can only be evenly matched with Mu Chun."

Pu Weiqing frowned slightly. Did they not even have the qualifications to fight a head-on battle?

Prince Zhen'an rolled his eyes helplessly and asked, "When will His Majesty arrive?"

King Linghe smiled knowingly and said, "His Majesty has arrived."

"And this conclusion was also made by His Majesty." Prince Zhen'an was immediately furious and said, "Does this mean that the two His Majesties are going to face two demon generals?"

Pu Weiqing was also very sad, but it was indeed a difference in strength.

The Demon Lord is indeed great!

Even in slumber, the Demon Realm remains impregnable.

"That's how it is." Emperor Ling's voice suddenly rang in the ears of Prince Zhen'an.

The Prince of Zhen'an's expression hardened, and he quickly bowed his head in greeting.

Immediately, from the other side of the city wall, the two emperors walked slowly, their feet casting swirling light and shadow. The True Essence of Myriad Spirits and the True Essence of Purple Star resonated with each other, creating an extremely magnificent aura. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the Prince of Zhen'an and his companions.

Pu Weiqing also bowed deeply to express his respect.

The Emperor smiled and said, "Although your sword is sharp, in this battle, you should try to use surprise attacks as much as possible."

Pu Weiqing's expression was strange, but after thinking for a moment, he still said with a determined look, "I want to test just how good a Demon Clan Martial King really is!"

"Although my true essence is not comparable to His Majesty's Ziwei True Essence, it is not weak."

"I suppose the Prince of Zhen'an beside me is the same."

The pills refined by the Heavenly Nether Python are quite complex, combining the Purple Star True Essence, Chaos Emperor Qi, Netherworld True Essence, and Chaos True Essence. Although they cannot compare with the True Essence of a Monarch, they can still rival it.

Emperor Ling glanced sideways at the Human Emperor, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Unexpectedly, Prince Zhen'an, caught up in the heat of the moment, said, "I hope Your Majesty will allow us to fight to the death, without any regrets."

Emperor Ling raised an eyebrow slightly, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Seeing this, Ling and Wang wisely remained silent, knowing that anything they said at this moment would be wrong.

The Emperor laughed and said, "Why don't we let the two of them give it a try?"

Emperor Ling paused, then smiled subtly and asked, "Is this appropriate?"

The Emperor said casually, "Many things were inappropriate at first, but later they inexplicably became appropriate."

"Furthermore, the eternal true essence within Mu Chun and the Demon King will eventually come to an end, while the true essence within the two of them is inexhaustible. If they can engage in a prolonged battle of attrition, the outcome may truly be uncertain."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Ling felt there was some truth to it. He then turned to the Prince of Zhen'an and said with a grim expression, "If you die in a single exchange, I will exterminate your entire clan."

Prince Zhen'an felt his blood rush to his head and replied in a resounding voice, "Your subject obeys the decree!"

Pu Weiqing, on the other hand, remained calm and showed little reaction.

Seeing Pu Weiqing's attitude, the Emperor recalled the past when Pu Weiqing joined forces with Gu Yong. At that time, Pu Weiqing was truly thunderous and unstoppable, and he did not take the emperor's majesty seriously at all.

Pu Weiqing remains the same today.

At this moment, the Iron Mang City was on high alert, and Gu Bei, Qi Han and others had prepared their elite cavalry, ready to charge at any time.

"There's still no movement from Yuwen Jun's side. Judging from the signs, he can't defeat Ji Yong," Emperor Ling said with a meaningful smile.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor dismissed it, saying, "As long as he doesn't die, it's a victory."

People were hoping that Yuwen Jun would take over Changmao Prefecture and put the Divine Realm on the defensive, but this time Yuwen Jun did not live up to people's expectations.

In the darkness of night, banners fluttered wildly, accompanied by a series of booming sounds.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light descended from the sky.

Outside the Iron Mang City, a figure dressed in pristine white appeared, standing with his hands behind his back, looking down upon the entire city.

"You two have really grown quite capable, actually managing to erase the primordial mark I left behind." The God Emperor's eyes were cold, filled with disdain.

Suddenly, the war drums of the Divine Empress resounded, and the Demon King led 50,000 wolf riders in a mighty charge. (End of Chapter)