I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 643 643 Cao Youqian: Finally It Is My Turn to Reverse Strike Against the Saint Realm

"Brother Qian, why did you betray me like that? Weren't you the one who straight-up instructed me to boot down the door?"

Observing Cao Youqian's bold and dauntless demeanor, Lei Qilin understood that he wouldn't end up on the losing side today. All traces of dread in his chest vanished in a flash, while his boldness surged upward.

Cao Youqian gave a casual shrug: "I did say to kick the door, but not to nearly wreck the entire dwelling. You've provoked this brother to no end. See how he's glaring like he wants to devour you whole; he must've been terrified to the brink of collapse down there!"

"You're peeking at this God!"

Zhuque's tender spot got struck, prompting him to blurt it out without thinking.

Upon hearing those words, Cao Youqian and Lei Qilin instinctively shared a look, then directed their eyes to Zhuque's talons.

Lei Qilin remarked: "Brother Qian, your insight is spot-on as always; it looks like it's truly missing!"

Shame, outright mockery.

Zhuque had only recently ascended to Demon God status and fantasized about ruling over every corner. He'd merely exchanged a few blows with his secret flame and was caught up in the passion. Yet not just did terror nearly shatter him, these two were now dragging it into the open and mocking him.

Should he fail to eliminate these two today, and if rumors spread afterward, how could he possibly hold his head high in the Phoenix Clan?

"Perish!"

With a furious roar, a fiery torrent resembling a coiling serpent erupted from his maw.

Spotting the blaze plunging from above, Lei Qilin's immediate instinct drove him to leap behind Cao Youqian.

In response, Cao Youqian offered no words, merely folding his arms and remaining rooted in place.

"Master, watch out!"

The assembled disciples caught sight of the spectacle and couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

Zhuque's oral inferno raged briefly before fading away. He'd aimed to press on and incinerate that cursed Qilin, yet he noticed the earlier human standing there completely unscathed.

"What? How can this be?"

His wrathful assault could reduce any being beneath Demon God to ashes. Not even a fellow Demon God would emerge so untouched.

Cao Youqian rolled his shoulders slightly and grinned: "Put some real power into it, make me break a sweat at least."

"You... are you a Martial God?"

Though rage boiled within Zhuque, he wasn't dim-witted. Witnessing this foe before him emerge without a scratch, he grasped that overpowering him wouldn't happen swiftly. Meanwhile, his thoughts raced over why the map from Sister Lei lacked any note on this Martial God.

"Martial God?"

A scornful expression crossed Cao Youqian's features, followed by a mocking snort: "How dare those pathetic weaklings presume to share the stage with this Seat?"

He halted briefly on purpose, then pressed on: "Pay close attention, you little Fire Sparrow. This Seat reigns as the Ancestor of Body Cultivation. Across the realms, they hail me as the Unparalleled Tyrant Fist!"

Ancestor of Body Cultivation?

That proclamation drew a baffled look from Zhuque. In all existence, solely those three merited the title of Ancestor. The energy radiating from this human barely reached Great Witch level. Likely, he'd employed some hidden art to fend off the earlier attack. Now proclaiming himself Ancestor was merely a ploy to intimidate and drive him off.

With that realization, a savage grin twisted Zhuque's visage: "Brat, if you think to frighten this God, your power falls short. Today, this God shall unveil the might of my Phoenix Clan's laws, teaching you the dire price of clashing with my Phoenix Clan!"

"Hehe."

Cao Youqian let out a deeply derisive chuckle: "Oh really? Then this Seat looks forward to the lesson today. Back in my youth, I once trailed my Master across endless battlefields. I beheld him clash against two Saints as a mere Sage. At last, my moment arrives. The very thought sets my blood aflame."

As his declaration ended, a radiant Immortal Light bloomed from his form. The instant this Immortal Light flared, the oppressive force Zhuque had blanketed over ten thousand miles shattered completely.

Beholding the Immortal Light pouring from Cao Youqian's frame, Zhuque felt not alarm but delight, bursting into hearty laughter: "To think this God stumbles upon a Son of Fortune in this place. Devouring you will bolster this God's own destiny. Though I may not ascend to Phoenix Ancestor heights, Half-Step Phoenix Ancestor status awaits. Then, I'll claim my throne in this world. This journey proves truly worthwhile!"

Even as he proclaimed it, a majestic Phoenix Dharma Figure materialized around him, enveloping his being. With the Phoenix Dharma Figure's emergence, the glow it cast outshone the midday sun, while its aura intensified further.

This time, the grin faded from Lei Qilin's face. Unbidden, a worry crept into his thoughts: Has Brother Qian pushed things too far now?

Should Brother Qian fall, my fate seals as well. This Three Clan War demands blood till the end.

Lei Qilin silently beseeched in his mind at that juncture: Qilin Ancestor, shield us. Brother Qian must prevail. Worst case, they tie.

In the face of it all, Cao Youqian showed no shift, only growing more thrilled. A towering Dharma Figure, exceeding a hundred feet, likewise rose behind him.

No sooner had the Dharma Figure manifested than its overwhelming presence clashed head-on with Zhuque's emitted force.

Such immense clamor rippled outward across millions of miles. Innumerable Demon Emperors and Great Witches observed the colossal showdown unfolding.

Every major power resolved inwardly that whichever victor emerged, they'd rush to pledge allegiance without delay.

"Burning Sky Rage Fire!"

Zhuque bellowed, and his Dharma Figure unleashed a torrent of flames straight at Cao Youqian's Dharma Figure.

"Unparalleled Tyrant Fist!"

Cao Youqian drove his fist through the blaze. As his strike landed, the Dharma Figure at his back mirrored the motion with its own punch.

That blow rattled the heavens, stirred spirits to wail, and sent all creatures into quakes of fear.

Boom!

The fist's force met the flames amid the air with a thunderous crash, sending shockwaves exploding in every direction. In moments, skies rent apart and ground split wide.

Lei Qilin swiftly summoned his strength to shield the cluster of young disciples, ensuring the clash's ripples spared these fledglings.

Ying Li had seen Master's strike once via the jade pendant, yet this live display from Master stunned him deeper still. He whispered: "Uncle, Master's bound to triumph, isn't he?"

"Spit, spit, spit."

Lei Qilin snapped hastily: "Shut your mouth with that rubbish, boy. Keep it up, and Uncle'll zap you into a charred fowl."

At those words, Ying Li clamped his lips tight, refraining from any further ill-omened chatter.

Following the exchange.

Thrill lit Cao Youqian's expression. Smiling, he declared: "Little Fire Bird, your grasp on law powers seems rather sloppy. My True Meaning of the Great Dao shattered it with ease."

Through the test, Cao Youqian discerned that this Zhuque stood as a fresh Saint, one who'd attained it with a mere ninety-nine units of Great Dao True Meaning. His battle prowess lagged behind the Saint Corpse and Saint Soul encountered in Beiyuan years prior. After all, those had mastered law powers to flawless heights.

Zhuque hadn't foreseen such stubborn resistance from his opponent, yet he harbored no plans to withdraw. He perceived it clearly: this human edged toward Half-Step Martial God. Persistent combat would let him grind the foe down.

He jeered: "Brat, this God wonders how many such blows you can muster."

How could Cao Youqian miss the foe's intent? With a playful glint, he retorted: "Care to test it out? Just beware you vanish in the attempt."

"Brat, enough with the clever barbs!"

Zhuque roared in fury and summoned the Burning Sky Rage Fire once more!

"Oh, I neglected to mention, repeating tricks won't faze me."

With that, the Immortal Light on Cao Youqian gathered into his fists, and he unleashed another strike.

"Extreme Dao Divine Fist!"

This assault proved even fiercer. As it whipped forward, Zhuque sensed peril, but retreat came too late.

The punch obliterated the Burning Sky Rage Fire outright and hurtled toward Zhuque.

Flee!

The urge barely sparked in Zhuque's head when the blow descended.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, pulverizing Zhuque's Phoenix Dharma Figure and rending his physical form. A fiery soul essence burst free from the wreckage, streaking off toward the distant skies.

Witnessing the escape, Cao Youqian scoffed: "Think you can slip my grasp? Dream on."

He reached out leisurely, snaring the soul in his palm, then pulverized it without effort.

"No!!!"

A harrowing wail pierced the firmament. Demon Emperors and Great Witches across millions of miles beheld the sight and shuddered uncontrollably. That Martial God proved utterly ruthless; he spared not even Zhuque Demon God's divine soul.

Beyond Wind Thunder Valley, silence reigned.

Cao Youqian toyed with the Demon Core clutched in his hand, a faint smirk tugging his lips: "Who'd have thought this outing yielded such a bonus. Big Lei, you've earned major credit here."

"Really?"

Lei Qilin queried, his face alight with eagerness.

"Why would I deceive you?"

Cao Youqian hesitated, then added: "Fine, now haul out that young Thunder Phoenix. Time to wrap up this nonsense."

Those words jogged Lei Qilin's memory of his goal. As he swelled to giant size, ready to deliver another kick to Wind Thunder Valley, a seductive female voice drifted from within: "Hold on."

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