Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Chapter 141 Eastern Emperor - Luo Heng

Luo Heng glanced at him and found that although Wang Teng had turned into a pool of blood and mud, his body was still struggling to regenerate.

With a flash of his eyes, Luo Heng activated the Great Void Technique, took a step forward, and arrived in front of Wang Teng.

Sure enough, between Wang Teng's eyebrows, he discovered a walnut-sized divine talisman that shone brightly, like the rising sun, exhaling vital energy and brimming with life force.

"The Chaotic Ancient Emperor's Symbol!"

Although he recognized the object, Luo Heng did not rush to make a move. He simply stood quietly with his hands behind his back, waiting.

Only after Wang Teng's body had almost fully recovered did he suddenly make his move—grabbing the Emperor Symbol in his hand!

Before the Emperor Symbol in his hand could undergo any changes, he directly suppressed it within the Great Luo Heaven!

In an instant, Wang Teng, who was almost awake, fainted again.

Luo Heng glanced at Wang Teng, who lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, and then looked away.

He didn't kill him, not because he was soft-hearted, but because killing someone in public would have a bad influence.

Secondly—

Whetstones aren't disposable. After I've used one, I can leave one for Ye Fan to use.

As for retaliation?

joke.

Luo Heng is no match for Ye Fan. In terms of background, ability, and connections, in what way can Wang Teng compare to him?

A direct challenge is fine, but what underhanded tactics would you dare to use?

Ha ha.

As Luo Heng pondered these thoughts, he reached out and peered into the void beside him.

The space rippled like water as he reached deep into the void—this was the "Great Void Technique".

A brilliant application!

When he withdrew his hand, he had four jade talismans in his palm, which were the stakes he had made with Wang Teng.

He brought the two jade talismans, which recorded "Secret of the Foreword" and "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye," close to his eyes, examined them carefully for a moment, and after confirming that there were no problems, he smiled and put them into the Great Luo Heaven.

Then it took off and slowly flew back to the square where the Yao Guang Festival was held.

Come to think of it, what kind of place is this? The Sacred Land of Yao Guang!

If Wang Teng dares to cheat on the bets, it won't just be a matter of a few secret techniques. If that happens, even if Yao Guang wipes out the entire Wang family, no one will say a word.

As he passed the edge of the square, he glanced at the three or four Supreme Elders of the Yao Guang Holy Land, including the Holy Lord of Yao Guang and Elder Liu Yuan, who were surrounding him.

The gazes of the elderly and middle-aged men toward Luo Heng were filled with murderous intent and anger.

Luo Heng knew without asking that they were Wang Teng's family. Wang Teng naturally had elders accompanying him on this trip, but—so what?

He didn't look at those people again and went straight back to the square of the Yao Guang Grand Gathering.

The faces of the Wang family elders turned pale and then flushed. One of the hot-tempered elders immediately stepped forward and shouted angrily, "You—"

Before he could finish speaking, the Holy Lord of Yao Guang, Li Daoqing, raised a hand shrouded in holy light and blocked his way. The old man's next words came to an abrupt halt.

Luo Heng, who had already turned and left, didn't even look back.

The old man opened his mouth, but the last part of his sentence got stuck in his throat, and his old face turned bright red. He wanted to chase after him, but was pulled back by the person next to him—this was the Yao Guang Holy Land, and there were three or four Supreme Elders standing around, watching him intently.

He stood there, his lips moving for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

The others were also filled with frustration, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but they could only watch helplessly as the white-clad figure walked further and further away.

Only after Luo Heng had completely disappeared did the elders of Yao Guang finally make way.

Without a moment's delay, the group rushed to the center of the battlefield and forced Wang Teng, who was still half-covered in blood, to drink various medicinal herbs.

But by this time, no one cared about the Wang family anymore.

All eyes were on Luo Heng, who had descended from the sky.

—This is Luo Heng, the Holy Son of Yao Guang, who ultimately defeated Wang Teng, who was known as the Northern Emperor, in an almost overwhelming manner.

In the crowd, someone murmured, "This—this is truly within human capability?"

"Even the ancient emperors couldn't have been this great, could they?" someone nearby chimed in, their voice still carrying a hint of disbelief.

"Did you notice? He didn't use any weapons from beginning to end." A young cultivator lowered his voice, his face full of awe. "Wang Teng used all his trump cards, including the Chaotic Ancient Secret Technique and the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, but Luo Heng—remained completely at ease."

The other person gave a wry smile: "The gap is too big. In the future, who in the Beidou cultivation world can make him take this seriously?"

The discussion gradually grew louder. Some people exclaimed in amazement, some shook their heads, and others quietly gestured to illustrate the details of the battle that had just taken place.

"If Wang Teng of Beiyuan dares to call himself the Northern Emperor, then what should Luo Heng of Donghuang be called?" someone asked.

"Donghuang?" someone tentatively asked.

"Eastern Emperor—" An old cultivator stroked his beard and repeated it several times, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, "Northern Emperor, Eastern Emperor."

One emperor and one sovereign, echoing each other from afar, is quite fitting.

"The Northern Plains have the Northern Emperor, the Southern Ridges have the Southern Demon, and the Western Desert has the Western Bodhisattva. Now, the Eastern Wilderness also has the Eastern Emperor." A cultivator from the Central Plains sighed with regret, "It's a pity that although my Central Plains has outstanding figures like the Feathered King and the Twin Kings, it still lacks a truly peerless figure to preside over it."

Others didn't pay much attention, focusing only on the words "Donghuang," finding them increasingly easy to pronounce, and their eyes lit up.

Whispers gradually spread, and more and more people began to murmur the title. Some were amazed, some were in awe, and some had mixed expressions.

Although Ye Fan was shocked by Luo Heng's strength, he was more determined to fight back.

He stared at Luo Heng's back, his eyes not showing any sign of backing down, but rather a burning desire to try. One day, he too would stand at that height.

Xia Jiuyou, however, is completely different.

She stared blankly at Luo Heng, her mouth agape, her jaw almost dropping to the floor. Her large eyes were filled with disbelief.

I could hardly believe it; it was as if I were meeting this person for the first time.

"Donghuang? This—this guy—is actually this strong?" she muttered to herself, completely unable to connect the powerful figure in front of her who had crushed Beidi with Luo Heng, who had previously claimed to be "afraid of death."

The little girl next to her was beaming with joy, clapping her little hands nonstop, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

She didn't understand anything about the Northern Emperor or the Eastern Emperor. All she knew was that her brother Luo Heng had won.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood quietly in the crowd, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, fixed on Luo Heng. Her expression remained calm, but a barely perceptible ripple stirred deep within her eyes.

She recalled their first meeting in the Northern Divine City, when that shy and reserved boy had grown up to be so mature.

"Donghuang————"

She uttered two soft words, her expression complex.

Hua Yunfei stood among the Tai Xuan Sect members, his expression calm.

As he gazed at the white-clad figure high in the sky, the battle he had just fought deep within the canyon involuntarily flashed through his mind.

-

Despite using all his ruthless secret techniques, he was still easily defeated by his opponent.

From that moment on, he understood the insurmountable gap between them. Today was merely another confirmation of that.

He subconsciously touched the storage bracelet on his wrist, which contained the pill given to him by Luo Heng, as well as the scroll of the "Nine Nether Immortal Scripture".

As his fingertips touched the warm, smooth surface of the bracelet, a sense of peace inexplicably rose within him.

Ji Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, his expression extremely solemn.

Ji Ziyue, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and noticed that her brother's hands were clenched into fists behind his back, clearly indicating that he was extremely agitated.

Her eyes darted around, and she tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Brother, I remember the family recently bestowed upon you a Green Wood Wind-Riding Boat—how about—"