Emperor Mo Li's opponent was the Dragon Maiden. Long Chen originally thought Emperor Mo Li would show mercy to a woman, but he was completely wrong—as soon as Emperor Mo Li made his move, he severed one of the Dragon Maiden's long legs.
After suffering a heavy blow in one encounter, the Dragon Maiden finally realized the gap between herself and the Great Emperor. She no longer dared to hold back any more and summoned the ancestral soul phenomenon.
Within her vision, an ancient black dragon appeared—a progenitor dragon. As the dragon roared, it ignored the distance of time and space, empowering her. The Dragon Maiden was enveloped in dragon energy, with vast dragon-shaped patterns intertwining beneath her feet, making her power reach an unprecedented terrifying level.
With her breath, the space trembled continuously. Long Chen was startled, finally understanding why Dragonbone Xie Yue had said that if the Dragon Maiden had unleashed her full power, he might have been defeated.
This power was truly terrifying. The Black Dragon Clan truly lived up to its reputation for strength. With the swing of the dragonbone whip, vast spatial laws shattered, and the Heavenly Dao remained. She was the only one who could fight the Emperor to a draw.
As for Ye Ming, he was the most tragic among the five. The Ziyang Emperor killed so much that Ye Ming kept coughing up blood, and every strike from the Ziyang Emperor sent him flying far away.
But to Long Chen's surprise, a strange aura swirled around him. He kept coughing up blood, yet his aura did not diminish.
Moreover, the blood he vomited turned into black mist, which was eventually absorbed by his body. Long Chen's heart skipped a beat—this must be a divine ability of the Undying Clan.
Constantly getting injured, yet his aura remained unaffected. Ye Ming was now far too strange.
Long Aotian, Jiang Wuchen, and Ye Liangchen stood in the void, watching the fierce battle before them, momentarily unsure of what to do.
Logically, they should help the five Emperors take action to kill these powerful outsiders.
Nine-Headed Lion, Blood Young Demon Lord, Mo Luo Tianxing, Dragon Maiden, and Night Nether—each was killed in an extremely brutal way, while the five Great Emperors remained calm and composed. If they attacked again, it would be too much.
When the Great Emperor strikes, every move subtly aligns with the laws of heaven, every move represents the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, endlessly skillful and inspiring.
The three of them were carefully remembering the techniques of the great emperors, carefully understanding and reflecting on them. Such an opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and must be cherished.
On the outskirts of the core of the tribulation, Mo Nian and the others were also fully focused on the Emperors' techniques, matching them with their own heart techniques. They discovered that the Emperors' techniques were all-encompassing, and the Heavenly Dao they had comprehended was all contained within them.
If the Dao they comprehended was the river, then the Emperor's Dao was the ocean, and when verified, the harvest was endless.
Outside the heavenly tribulation, someone activated the Recording Jade, only to find that just as the legends had said, it was impossible to record anything. The images recorded inside the Recording Jade were completely blank, with nothing at all—not even the people around them.
Others took out paper and pen to paint the image of the Great Emperor, but after just a few strokes, the Great Emperor's figure slowly disappeared.
"How could this be?"
People were disappointed. The five great emperors achieved unparalleled merit—could they really leave no records?
Seeing Moluo Tianxing and the others, even with divine artifacts protecting them, still being suppressed barehanded by the Great Emperor, people's respect for the Great Emperor grew stronger and stronger.
What does it mean to stand tall at the pinnacle of martial arts? The Great Emperor perfectly embodied this phrase. Although Moluo Tianxing and the others were all children of a realm, the strongest prodigies of that world, they still weren't enough in front of the Great Emperor.
At the same realm, they could not defeat the Great Emperor. That was the gap. The Great Emperor was an invincible existence.
Perhaps only with such strength could he lead the Tianwu Continent, confront powerful foreign enemies, and sweep across the six directions and eight wildernesses.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the void exploded, heaven and earth trembling. Amid the nine-headed lion's furious roar, blood energy surged skyward, clashing head-on with Emperor Hanwei. This strike shook the stars across the heavens. This was the most terrifying collision so far, startling everyone.
It turned out the Nine-Headed Lion had a bad temper. Despite several consecutive charges, Emperor Hanwei repelled it each time. In its fury, all runes on its nine heads lit up, unleashing the most terrifying attack.
The Heavenly Dao collapsed, the stars trembled chaotically, and out of Emperor Hanwei's five strings, three were broken. For a moment, everyone was stunned—the nine-headed lion was terrifying.
The nine-headed lion roared in rage, taking advantage of the broken strings of Emperor Hanwei's zither to launch another attack. But halfway through, he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Because the strings that had just snapped instantly returned to their original state under the guidance of Emperor Hanwei's jade hand, with a loud bang, he was once again knocked away.
This is a power that inspires despair. The Nine-Headed Lion is about to go mad. Emperor Hanwei uses heaven and earth as strings of his zither; heaven and earth are undying, the strings endure forever. How can he fight now?
The moment the nine-headed lion was sent flying, it suddenly saw someone in the distance and was so furious that smoke seemed to pour from its orifices, its eyes turning green with rage.
That person was Long Chen. At this moment, Long Chen leisurely took out a table, with two small dishes and a pot of fine wine on it. He was eating and drinking wine, watching them fight fiercely.
"I'm @¥#%, I'm going too far."
The Nine-Headed Lion cursed angrily. They had come to seize fortune, but now they had become Long Chen's scapegoat to resist the heavenly tribulation, nearly driving him mad.
The Nine-Headed Lion's furious roar instantly drew everyone's attention. Following the lion's gaze, they finally caught sight of Long Chen's leisurely demeanor, each mouth agape.
The arrival of the Five Emperors, their divine might overwhelming the sky, drawing everyone's attention, and people forgot about Long Chen, who was undergoing tribulation.
Now, seeing Long Chen crossing his legs, eating some side dishes, sipping a little wine, looking so relaxed, people were stunned. Was there really someone like that in the world?
Long Chen had just taken a bite of food and drank a big gulp of wine. Seeing the nine-headed lion glaring at him, Long Chen pointed at the side dish and stammered, "Tired from fighting?" Should we rest a bit before fighting? You guys help me through the tribulation, I'll treat you to something to eat and drink, and I won't mind. "
I'll kill you."
Long Chen even invited him over for a drink. The Nine-Headed Lion was so angry he was grinding his teeth to pieces. Long Chen truly thought he was a fool. He roared, abandoned Emperor Hanwei, and charged at Long Chen.
At this moment, the nine-headed lion's nine heads were glowing. Amid the strange phenomenon behind him, countless beasts roared. He was now in an extremely terrifying state.
Even the Heavenly Dao strings of Emperor Hanwei were shattered by him. It was clear he was currently at his peak. As soon as he struck, a vast expanse of the void was torn apart, and a giant claw slammed down toward Long Chen in midair.
"Boom!"
Long Chen waved his hand, instantly turning the tables and chairs to dust. He drank all the wine in the jar in one gulp, the wild stench of alcohol erupting like flames.
"Before drinking, I belonged to the Tianwu Continent; after drinking, the Tianwu Continent belongs to me."
Long Chen tossed the wine jar aside. His long brows arched and his long hair flew like a demon god descending. A furious aura that shook heaven and earth swept across the sky. As his arrogant and domineering aura rose, the Dragon Bone Evil Moon Blade in Long Chen's hand sliced down like a black galaxy slicing down upon the mortal world.