Sheng Fu

The next day, after breakfast.

The snow stretched for miles, burying all traces of blood from the battlefield.

For thousands of miles, everything was covered in a blanket of white, as if nothing had ever happened.

With a long, resounding clang, the gates of Xinghan City opened. Mu Chun, riding a bloodthirsty giant wolf and wielding the Spirit Devouring Spear, charged out first. Gazing into the distance, he didn't find the distance particularly magnificent; he only found the surrounding white snow beautiful.

Fifty thousand elite wolf riders followed Mu Chun out of the city gate.

Boom boom boom...

On the city wall, King Wu personally beat the drum, and the mighty sound of the war drum instantly spread for thousands of miles, with the force of thunder, as if it would shatter the sky.

The Iron Manor City.

The patrolling soldiers, who had been somewhat relaxed, suddenly sensed something was terribly wrong upon hearing the resounding drumbeats. A palpable killing intent was spreading out from the horizon.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!" the commander shouted.

They quickly lit beacon fires and beat drums to send a message.

In a short while, Zhen'an King, Pu Weiqing, Gu Bei, Qi Han, and Xiu Shenzhu Clan Chief arrived at the city wall.

Immediately following, Bei Hanmeng, Bei Hanfei, and Jing Peiyao arrived, all dressed in battle armor.

In recent days, the morale of the Iron Mang City has been high, but the sound of drums and the overwhelming killing intent on the other side made the faces of Zhen'an King and others look uneasy.

"You've got guts, daring to come!" Prince Zhen'an said with a cold smile, trying to appear calm.

The wolf riders are getting closer and closer.

Mu Chun's familiar face came into everyone's view once again.

He held the Spirit Devouring Spear in one hand, and today he was in good spirits, with clear and determined eyes. His brows were as arrogant as ever. Even before he got close, the aura he exuded made the people on the city wall feel heavy-hearted.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Chun led 50,000 wolf cavalry to the city.

On his first southward expedition, he also led 50,000 wolf riders.

Today, there are still 50,000 wolf riders.

"Coming here to die so early?" Prince Zhen'an stood on the city wall with his hands on his hips, his fighting spirit soaring.

Mu Chun raised his chin, a playful look in his eyes. However, his sharp gaze lingered for a moment when it passed over Jing Peiyao. His Ziwei True Essence was already flawless, and he immediately judged the other party's identity.

He completely ignored the Prince of Zhen'an and instead smiled brightly at Jing Peiyao, saying, "You are still young and no match for me. Even if you enter the Boundless Realm, I will not take you seriously."

"Make that old man, Emperor Ling, come out here."

"Otherwise, after the city falls, there will be a massacre of its inhabitants!"

Mu Chun's strength is obvious. Even if the many experts on the city wall rushed up together, they would definitely not be a match for Mu Chun.

Furthermore, Zhen'an King and the others noticed that the Demon Clan Martial King did not come with Mu Chun today.

This stance clearly indicates a desire for a one-on-one duel.

Just as Jing Peiyao was about to respond, Bei Hanmeng stepped forward and coldly shouted, "Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew!"

Mu Chun simply planted the Spirit Devouring Spear in the ground and slowly said, "I am right here. Anyone who has the guts can come down and fight me to the death!"

"If you don't have the guts, then shut up!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd on the city wall fell into a brief silence.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward.

One person can suppress an entire city!

Suddenly, the true essence of all spirits surged in the sky, and the Spirit Emperor descended from the sky, standing at the forefront of the Iron Mang City.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Prince Zhen'an and the others hurriedly bowed.

Emperor Ling simply waved his hand, his deep gaze fixed on Mu Chun. He himself had not expected that Mu Chun would regain his fighting strength so quickly.

Moreover, he clearly sensed that Mu Chun's eternal true essence had reached a new level.

Upon seeing the main character arrive, Mu Chun immediately grasped the Spirit Devouring Spear, leaped into the air, and stood opposite the Spirit Emperor, pointing the spear at him. He said without any concern, "Today's battle is a one-on-one duel between you and me."

"If you lose, Iron Mang City will fall."

"If I lose, Star City will be yours."

"You have no choice. If you pass through my gates, all your grand ideals will be nothing but empty talk, and even your people will suffer endless slaughter and enslavement."

"Today, we will fight to the death!"

As he spoke, Mu Chun exuded a vast and eternal true essence, which instantly diluted the surrounding spiritual energy.

Emperor Ling sneered, "Fine, I'll see what you're really made of!"

Mu Chun laughed heartily, "That's great! But let me tell you, don't expect the Human Emperor to come to the rescue."

Emperor Ling was instantly enraged and, in a flash, reached the depths of space.

Mu Chun glanced disdainfully at the Prince of Zhen'an and his men on the city wall again, and grinned, saying, "I know you don't like me, but in fact, in my eyes, you are all just chickens and dogs!"

After saying that, Mu Chun instantly arrived at the deep space battlefield.

The hearts of Prince Zhen'an, Bei Hanfei, Bei Hanmeng and the others jumped into their throats. His Majesty's injuries had not yet fully recovered, and he had just encountered the battle-hardened Mu Chun.

At this moment, no one cared about how Mu Chun recovered his strength so quickly; all speculation was meaningless at this point.

"Beat the drums and cheer them on!" shouted the Prince of Zhen'an.

In an instant, the sound of war drums soared into the sky.

Inside the deep space battlefield.

Mu Chun and the Spirit Emperor faced off against each other. Before the battle even began, the eternal aura and the myriad spirits' aura created a terrifying friction spanning tens of thousands of miles, causing the void to tremble and gradually crack open with eerie dimensional rifts.

Mu Chun concealed his killing intent and smiled subtly, saying, "If you haven't given your last words yet, I'll give you a chance."

Emperor Ling remained remarkably calm, knowing that he would have to overcome this hurdle sooner or later.

"No need," Emperor Ling said firmly.

Rumble!
In an instant, Mu Chun gripped the Spirit Devouring Spear and thrust it toward the Spirit Emperor's heart meridian. Eternal true essence surged, and the spear could shatter everything in its path.

The move was extremely sudden, and the eternal true energy was exceptionally powerful.

Having been tempered by the last great battle, Mu Chun has now fully acquired the combat power of a monarch.

Even the Spirit Emperor was slightly surprised by this attack. He subconsciously moved to the side to dodge, and then stretched out a palm with one hand, and a palm print of ten thousand spirits pressed down with the force of swallowing heaven and earth.

Mu Chun gracefully withdrew to defend, unleashing a dazzling spear strike that shattered space and time wherever it went, proving invincible. Rumble!
The powerful palm print shattered with a deafening roar, exploding into countless spirit runes.

"If you only use such mild methods, it will be difficult to stop me," Mu Chun said with a smug smile.

Zhengzhengzheng!
The Spirit Emperor gathered his energy into a blade, and the Myriad Spirits Sword Intent surged forth. An unparalleled sword intent pierced straight at Mu Chun's brow, its speed so fast that even Mu Chun's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly leaned back to dodge, and then launched a powerful sweeping kick towards the neck of the Spirit Emperor.

Emperor Ling seemed to have anticipated his opponent's attack and calmly parried with his elbow.

Bang!
With a deafening roar, all the auras of laws in the center of the battlefield were instantly annihilated.

The two, in perfect unison, retreated a thousand miles away.

The True Essence of All Spirits and the True Essence of Eternity boiled simultaneously, and a terrifying aura of destruction overwhelmed the entire deep space battlefield.

Both remained calm and collected, but with a single thought, a deadly move was unleashed.

Mu Chun charged forward, thrusting out his spear. Black light shone from the spear's edge, creating a vast, sweeping abyss that obliterated everything within sight.

The boundless killing power surged forth. The Spirit Emperor, located at the center of the Cross Abyss, exuded an aura of myriad spirits that seemed to melt ice and snow instantly upon encountering raging flames.

Just as Mu Chun was about to thrust his spear straight at the Emperor Ling's brow.

The Emperor's eyes suddenly flashed with a chilling, overwhelming blood-red light. Wind and thunder roared, his long hair danced wildly, and a deafening roar that reverberated for billions of miles was heard as the Cross Abyss collapsed.

An infinitely tall and vast emanation of all spirits supported the entire deep space battlefield.

Its majestic appearance was so powerful that even a wisp of its aura was enough to crush galaxies and shatter the sky.

Before this myriad-spirit dharma image, Mu Chun's figure was as insignificant as dust, but in an instant, the eternal light suddenly shone forth, and Mu Chun also supported an infinitely tall and vast eternal dharma image.

The two forces clashed, and destructive lightning swept across the deep sky, creating a truly terrifying scene.

The two masters simultaneously unleashed a furious punch.

The force of the fist surged skyward, shattering the heavens. At the moment of impact, it generated an extremely dazzling light of destruction, sweeping across billions of miles of deep space. In an instant, countless stars collapsed and the laws of nature crumbled.

Mu Chun laughed wildly, "That's great!"

Emperor Ling frowned slightly; after this punch, the situation was actually evenly matched.

Suddenly, the spear thrust straight at him. The Myriad Spirits Dharma Image quickly grabbed him with both hands, steadily suppressing the overwhelming spear intent. Blood light filled the eyes of the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image, and with a loud bang, two primordial sword intents shot out.

Mu Chun quickly controlled his Dharma Image to dodge, then gathered his strength and fiercely attacked the heart meridian of the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image with a punch. Wherever the punch landed, the light of destruction boiled and roared.

Both of them have reached the pinnacle of their abilities; a single, casual strike could overturn the world.

Wanling Faxiang flicked his right shoulder, easily releasing his energy, and redirected the powerful spear force elsewhere. Then, he raised his knee to his chest and forcefully met his opponent's punch.

Rumble!
The Eternal Rune and the Myriad Spirits Rune instantly formed a vast sea of ​​runes, devouring and killing each other.

The continuous, soaring battle cries of the Great Dao reverberated across the battlefield, without end.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image launched a fierce elbow strike. Mu Chun had no time to defend and the blow struck the top of the Eternal Dharma Image's head. In an instant, blood gushed from Mu Chun's seven orifices, and his momentum plummeted.

Emperor Ling pressed his advantage, but Mu Chun unleashed a heart-wrenching roar, burning his very essence. His aura surged, soaring into the heavens, and the eternal light illuminated the vast universe.

"I said, today we will fight to the death!" Mu Chun roared ferociously.

With a thunderous roar, the Eternal Dharma Image pushed aside the right arm of the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image, and the Eternal Wrathful Fist, with its extreme killing power, struck the heart meridian of the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image.

puff!
Emperor Ling suffered a severe injury, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, and his momentum plummeted.

"What, haven't you used up 40% of your national fortune yet?" Mu Chun roared fiercely.

After the first blow, the Myriad Spirits Dharma Form was forced to retreat step by step. Emperor Ling's old wounds immediately relapsed, like a river bursting its banks and losing control. If the fight continued like this, Emperor Ling would undoubtedly be defeated.

However, he would never waste 40% of the nation's fortune.

Bei Hanyong is still young, and as an elder, he naturally wants to leave the younger generation a decent inheritance.

Today's battle is both accidental and inevitable!
Emperor Ling suddenly raised his eyebrows, his anger raging. With a loud shout, the source of all spirits blazed fiercely, and the Dharma Form of all spirits quickly stabilized, revealing a boundless killing light.

Mu Chun laughed heartily, "It seems there are still promising young men in the Spirit Clan who can serve as pillars of the nation!"

At this point in the fierce battle, neither side had left any room for maneuver.

The myriad spirits emanation rapidly approached, its flying knee striking towards him. Mu Chun, controlling the Eternal Dharma Form, rotated his arms inward and then thrust them out with a bang, forcefully blocking the flying knee.

Before the situation could be stabilized, the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image struck the Eternal Dharma Image on the head with a single palm strike.

Rumble!
Mu Chun's scalp blew open, revealing his bare bones, and he was momentarily dizzy.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the Myriad Spirits Dharma Form launched a fierce attack, delivering a powerful blow to the neck of the Eternal Dharma Form.

Mu Chun suddenly regained consciousness and quickly turned his head to dodge, but unexpectedly the trajectory of the punch changed abruptly, forming an inside breakthrough, and hit the neck of the Eternal Dharma Image with a loud bang!
*Pfft!* Mu Chun vomited a large amount of blood from his seven orifices, and his Eternal Dharma Form was in a state of decline and retreating step by step.

The myriad spirits continued their fierce attack, unleashing a barrage of furious punches that struck the neck of the eternal spirit. The terrifying light of the punches illuminated the heavens, creating an extremely awe-inspiring scene.

Just as the Eternal Dharma Image was about to collapse, a clear and deep sound rang out, and a Spring and Autumn Cicada emerged from Mu Chun's chest, exuding boundless power. The eternal aura suddenly surged back, and the Eternal Dharma Image's right hand gathered the Spirit Devouring Spear Intent. The long-awaited spear thrust, with the force of a stream of light tearing through the night sky, pierced through the right chest of the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image with a thunderous roar.

The cicadas sing incessantly through spring and autumn, and the eternal light shines brightly!
"I've been waiting for this opportunity, and it's finally here. All your dreams have come to an end!" Mu Chun's skull was cracked and his face was shattered, but his eyes were still bright and piercing, revealing a surging ambition and fighting spirit, just like the unruly young man he was many years ago.

Upon seeing the cicada of spring and autumn, Emperor Ling was momentarily dazed...

This is the true strength of the Demon Clan: a single cicada from the Spring and Autumn Period completely severed the Spirit Emperor's future path to power.

Emperor Ling's inner fire dimmed instantly, and he subconsciously retreated. He was already injured and had now encountered Mu Chun, who was empowered by the Spring and Autumn Cicada.

The Eternal Dharma Form had already suffered a series of fierce attacks, and its aura was no longer at its peak.

The deep space battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Below, on the city wall of Iron Mang City, Zhen'an King, Pu Weiqing, Bei Hanfei, Bei Hanmeng and others stared wide-eyed, while Linghe King prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Looking at the gloomy and tragic sky, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom of the sea.

"How is this possible!" The Prince of Zhen'an roared through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

Suddenly, a magnificent golden road shot straight towards them, and the Human Emperor appeared in his armor. At the same time, a primordial aura that overwhelmed all heroes descended from the sky.

The white-robed Divine Emperor looked at the extremely gloomy Human Emperor and smiled calmly, "Too late. I didn't expect this either. I never thought Mu Chun would actually have such astonishing combat power!"

The God Emperor had always been nearby; he had been waiting for the God Emperor to arrive.

As he spoke, the Divine Emperor gazed admiringly and with rapt attention at the deep space battlefield. Mu Chun's battle was not only a glorious one that would be recorded in history, but also a battle that would be passed down through the ages. Naturally, he would do his best to protect and escort Mu Chun.

Even without an alliance between gods and demons, he still wanted to witness such a magnificent and boundless battle firsthand.

"Such a great battle, why not sit down and watch it properly?" the Divine Emperor said with a smug look on his face.

At this moment, the God Emperor no longer cared about the future situation; he only wanted Mu Chun to quietly finish the last battle of his life. (End of Chapter)