# Chapter 1941: Emperor's Fury
In a long cry, her body had merged with the Ice Phoenix's shadow, the snow-white sword like a rainbow, a single Moon-Breaking Calamity Strike, stabbing decisively toward the shadow of darkness from which there was no escape.
Tch——
The darkness twisted, the ice shone at the heart. In the sharp and piercing explosion, a sapphire-glowing ray of light spread across the sky like a blazing star exploding in the darkness. The radiance drowned the darkness and scattered across countless stars and realms around.
This was yet another warning to Yun Che.
Nan Zhaoming's pupils contracted sharply from the cold light's sting. His extended arm violently shook, and a bloody hole suddenly burst open in his palm from the sudden backlash, dark blood splattering.
"Hiss... this woman!" Nan Zhaoming gritted his teeth.
This was Mu Xuanyin's final strike unleashing all her Ice Phoenix divine power, shocking the heavens and illuminating the world.
But under the enormous disparity in strength, the ice's brilliance lasted only a few breaths before rapidly fading, being devoured and layer by layer annihilated by Nan Zhaoming's dark force.
Nan Zhaoming's intense agitation did not last long, and the bloody hole in his palm was quickly sealed by darkness. His gaze darkened slightly... being able to surprise him a second time increased the necessity of keeping this woman before him completely intact.
The sapphire radiance weakened faster and faster, and darkness once again filled the void. Gradually, the ice light around Mu Xuanyin's body also dimmed. As Nan Zhaoming's bloodied hand suddenly twisted, her icy body trembled slightly, the light of Snow Princess Sword extinguished completely, and nearly half her figure was instantly enveloped by darkness.
"A fairly impressive struggle," Nan Zhaoming praised. "Pity..."
At that moment, a sharp howl came from far behind, and two streams of extremely thick profound force struck in overlapping layers, forcibly halting the dark power that was about to engulf Mu Xuanyin.
At the same time, a golden ray shot forth like a thunderbolt piercing through the void, wrapping around Mu Xuanyin's body. Upon contact with Mu Xuanyin, the golden light turned into a dark profound glow, and then darkness erupted, pulling Mu Xuanyin away from Nan Zhaoming's dark force.
Mu Xuanyin's body was dragged by the black light, carried for a hundred miles until she landed beside a figure.
And where Mu Xuanyin had been, there was now a pitch-black vortex like an endless abyss.
The black light dissipated, revealing the true form of Oracle. It did not return to its master's waist but coiled around her jade arm, its body radiating a cold golden glow like a poisonous snake ready to strike at any moment.
Qianye Ying'er!
Yun Che had ordered her not to act recklessly no matter what happened. Clearly, she had not listened.
Behind her, Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu had their robes billowing, both wearing grave expressions.
"Who are they?" Qianye Ying'er asked coldly.
"Did you not hear my warning?" Mu Xuanyin's chest heaved, traces of blood at her lips. "You shouldn't have come."
"Hmph, did you just meet me for the first time today?" Qianye Ying'er's gaze was icy, and she asked again: "Who are they?!"
"People from the outside realm!" Mu Xuanyin's voice was bone-chillingly cold. She had used phoenix cries and ice rays to warn the world, but now... not just her, the three members of the Qianye family would also be unable to escape this calamity.
Her response left Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu ninety percent horrified and ten percent relieved.
"Heheheh!" Nan Zhaoguang glanced at Nan Zhaoming's injured right hand and said with a faint smile: "The four people with the strongest presence in this divine domain have all arrived. This couldn't be better."
"...Qianye Ying'er's inner turmoil was already more than a thousand times stronger than before. Just as she was about to speak, Mu Xuanyin's low, cold voice came into her ear: "Flee with all your strength... there is no other choice."
"Yinxue God Emperor speaks correctly."
Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu's figures had already silently moved forward. Qianye Wugu's tone was still as ethereal as smoke: "This calamity from beyond the heavens is as absurd as an empty dream. God Emperor, for the sake of our Brahma Emperor—no, for the sake of our Qianye lineage, please ensure your own safety."
While the words were still in her ears, a surge of vast power suddenly struck, pushing Qianye Ying'er and Mu Xuanyin far away.
Meanwhile, two aged figures had already lunged forward like falcons, unleashing their full strength to spread an invisible giant curtain.
Drawing near to the terrifying beings ahead, they realized how great a mistake it had been not to forcefully prevent Qianye Ying'er from coming.
They did not hope to push the enemy back even half a step, only to create a brief delay to buy Qianye Ying'er even a sliver of a chance to survive.
People from outside the world...
They had thought that the remnant Brahma Emperor lineage, surviving the great calamity, would find lasting peace in this realm fully controlled by Yun Che and return to its former peak after ten thousand years.
But that was only a few years ago...
"Hahahaha!" Seeing through their intentions at a glance, Nan Zhaoming laughed heartily: "Flee? A wise choice. Pity... a fool's dream!"
Amid the laughter, Nan Zhaoming extended his left arm, raising a single hand toward the two. The Brahma Emperor divine power of Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu erupted without reservation. Their long hair wildly danced, and intense golden light released from their pupils. Two beams of golden radiance, condensed with their desperate power, shot forth like blazing golden stars, smashing toward Nan Zhaoming.
At that moment, Nan Zhaoming, who had already made his move, suddenly froze. His eyes, which had been filled with contempt, were stabbed like needles of gold, contracting to the extreme in an instant, then expanding nearly to the point of bursting.
And what overflowed from them was clearly terror...
The kind of extreme terror that could almost cruelly tear apart the soul.
Even the Primordial Dragon Emperor and the Sword Lord and his disciple, when they had suddenly encountered these people from the outside world, had not shown such a degree of terror.
And it was not just Nan Zhaoming. Nan Zhaoguang and the four attendant riders behind him also became extremely terrified. Two of the attendant riders even had their bodies swaying, their knees going weak as they collapsed directly to the ground in prostration.
Boom!!
The two beams of golden light, which should have posed no threat to Nan Zhaoming and which he could have annihilated with one hand, struck his chest solidly.
In his terror, his entire body's defensive power completely scattered. Amid the exploding golden light, blood mist sprayed from Nan Zhaoming's mouth, and his body tumbled away like it was caught in a hurricane.
This scene was something the two Qianye elders had never expected, and they were momentarily stunned. Even the momentum of Mu Xuanyin and Qianye Ying'er noticeably slowed.
But immediately, a palm seemed to extend from the void, firmly sticking to Nan Zhaoming's back, instantly dissipating all the force on his body.
"Don't be scared off."
Nan Zhaoguang withdrew his arm. His expression was not pleasant, and his gaze still retained terror, but he was quickly calming down:
"They should be the divine inheritors of the Brahma Heaven God Clan's power. The information brought by the outsiders mentioned this point. So their power would..."
Actually, there was no need for Nan Zhaoguang's reminder. That was a huge fear under conditioned reflex, and as his rationality returned, it would naturally recede quickly.
Letting out a slow breath, Nan Zhaoming's gaze and voice both sank at the same time: "I know. Hmph! To make me show such an ugly state, these two old things..."
"Wait!"
Nan Zhaoguang reached out again, holding back Nan Zhaoming's arm, which was filled with black mist and anger: "Only they must not be dealt with arbitrarily. Otherwise... just in case..."
Nan Zhaoming first frowned, then suddenly realized something, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. His killing intent toward the two Qianye elders quickly dissipated.
"Then first cripple those two women!"
With his anger toward the two Qianye elders quickly finding another outlet, Nan Zhaoming's figure silently faded in a low roar.
A black shadow pierced past the two Qianye elders. Its speed utterly transcended boundaries and cognition, so fast that even someone as strong as Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu could only barely catch a faint, indistinct afterimage.
Riiip!
The void seemed to be torn apart by a streak of black that flashed by. The spreading black mark pressed directly toward the retreating Qianye Ying'er and Mu Xuanyin. The distance that should have been vast was closing with a speed that inspired despair.
The pressure behind grew heavier and heavier, until it was suffocating. Mu Xuanyin's gaze turned cold, and she suddenly struck a palm onto Qianye Ying'er's back. Her own body shot up with a dazzling cold light, stabbing back toward Nan Zhaoming, who was impossible to contend with.
"You!" Qianye Ying'er could only let out a startled cry before being pushed far away by the icy, vast force from Mu Xuanyin.
As she turned her head, Mu Xuanyin's figure instantly grew distant, like an icy blue comet about to fade, plunging toward the approaching black streak.
Ding!
The cold light scattered, like ten thousand stars shattering at once, raining down endless remnants of light. It finally managed to halt Nan Zhaoming's momentum.
But not even a breath later, the remnants of light were entirely annihilated in the black mist. With a low roar from Nan Zhaoming that hid a hint of anger, Snow Princess Sword flew out of its master's bloodstained jade fingers with a mournful cry, and Mu Xuanyin tumbled away like a frost butterfly that had lost its strength. Traces of blood blossomed pitifully on her snow-white robe.
Around Yun Che, there were many who detested Qianye Ying'er, some even wishing she could be torn to pieces.
But there were two people who had always held a deep gratitude toward Qianye Ying'er... one was Chi Wuyue, the other Mu Xuanyin, and the reason was even similar.
In such a situation, the only ones willing to give their lives to complete the matter were probably these two women.
If Qianye Ying'er had been rational enough, or as selfish and ruthless as before, she should have firmly grasped this thread of life that Mu Xuanyin had bought with her own life, fleeing as fast as she could without looking back.
But now, her blood was ultimately no longer that cold.
She turned back, unleashing all her dark profound force, desperately resisting the forces imposed on her by the two Brahma ancestors and Mu Xuanyin. Her arm swung, and Oracle shot forth. A golden streak, swirling with black light, pierced through space, wrapping around Mu Xuanyin.
At nearly the limit distance, Oracle managed to coil around Mu Xuanyin's slender waist, pulling her toward Qianye Ying'er.
"Ah!" Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu both let out a sigh that was half heavy and half emotional.
Although they had been out of the world for a long time, they had always watched Qianye Ying'er grow... in these few short years, she had truly changed completely.
"Fool!" Nan Zhaoming waved his hand to disperse the invading cold, his face full of mockery as if watching a good show: "So reluctant to part? How could I not grant your wish!"
His body abruptly turned, and with a roar of release, as black mist diffused from his body, the already dim space suddenly darkened a few more degrees. The space before him suddenly seemed to be violently pulled by an invisible giant hand, shattering layer by layer, rolling terrifying black light as it devoured toward Mu Xuanyin.
The force on her body was finally stripped away layer by layer. Qianye Ying'er barely managed to stop her momentum, then swung Oracle, flying toward Mu Xuanyin, barely blocking in front of her just before the dark void of annihilation could devour them. Oracle lashed out in reverse, the dark divine power driven by the Demon Emperor's blood erupting hastily.
Siiiiii——
Oracle split the void, barely tearing apart Nan Zhaoming's dark force, but ultimately unable to block it all. Qianye Ying'er let out a muffled grunt but held her position firmly, carrying the severely injured Mu Xuanyin as she flew back.
It was at this moment that the force that should have pressed the attack, driving them both into a desperate situation, came to a halt.
Nan Zhaoming's hand stopped in midair. Behind him, Nan Zhaoguang, who had been watching the fun and had deemed it beneath him to act, was also full of shock. The four attendant riders' features were completely frozen, their gazes blank for a long time.
Qianye Ying'er's seven orifices bled, most of her protective profound force scattered. The layer of hazy profound light that usually floated before her, used to conceal her appearance, had completely dissipated.
Thus, her true face was now fully revealed to the six people before her.
Despite being deathly pale and having traces of blood sliding down, she was still the peerlessly beautiful Brahma Emperor Divine Daughter, enough to make any man, or even woman, lose their heart and soul.
Even those as powerful as Nan Zhaoming and Nan Zhaoguang, who came from the outside world and surpassed the highest limits of this era.
"This world... actually has a woman like this..." one of the attendant riders murmured.
"Gulp!" Another attendant rider's throat moved heavily. "She's almost comparable to... Caili Divine Maiden..."
The words "Caili Divine Maiden" made Nan Zhaoguang's previously dazed gaze suddenly sharpen. Then his brow furrowed, and he roared in anger: "You bastard! The Caili Divine Maiden's immortal posture surpasses all ages, and she is even more a future deity! How dare you compare her to a woman from this lowly world!"
This roar woke the four attendant riders as if from a dream. The attendant rider on the far right immediately dropped to his knees, saying with endless fear: "This subordinate misspoke! Even if this subordinate had a thousand times more stupidity and audacity, I would never dare to compare her with the Caili Divine Maiden..."
"I know you misspoke!" Nan Zhaoguang snorted coldly. "If these words were to reach the Abyss, what a crime they would be! As an attendant rider and a glorious pioneer, such absurd words and actions—how could you ever be worthy of becoming an Abyss Knight in the future?"
The attendant rider bowed his head deeply: "This subordinate humbly accepts the lessons of the knight candidate. I will surely reflect for a thousand days."
"There's no need for that. You can't really blame him." Nan Zhaoming said calmly. "In terms of appearance alone, this woman is truly a gem of this humble world. It would be a terrible pity and cause for sorrow to shatter her into the smoke and dust of darkness."
"Of course we keep her," Nan Zhaoguang said, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Qianye Ying'er. "But you need to think clearly. No matter how much your fingers itch... you absolutely must resist the urge to touch her."
"I understand perfectly." Nan Zhaoming said. "A woman so beautiful, even if she is from a humble world, is the finest tribute. Including the knight, none of us have the qualification to stain her."
"If we offer her to the Divine Official, we will naturally add another layer of heavy merit to ourselves!"
Forcefully suppressing the restless greed churning in his heart, Nan Zhaoming no longer looked directly at Qianye Ying'er. He turned his hand, and space once again rolled and gathered with darkness. In a few breaths, the vast space transformed into a massive dark vortex, with Qianye Ying'er and Mu Xuanyin at its center.
Yet the surging dark force had lost most of its aggression and killing intent.
"Heh..." Qianye Ying'er raised her eyes with a cold smile, her peerlessly beautiful eyes reflecting a sinister demonic light. "A pack of filthy dog things. You... are worthy!?"
As her voice fell, her eyes turned pitch-black like an endless demonic abyss.
In an inescapable dead end, she had no other choice. The Demon Emperor's blood within her trembled madly, ready to burn itself completely.
But the next instant, the Demon Emperor's blood suddenly ceased its agitation.
Amid the shock of Nan Zhaoming and Nan Zhaoguang, Qianye Ying'er and Mu Xuanyin's figures had mysteriously vanished from within the dark vortex, leaving only a flash of crimson strange light that disappeared in an instant.
Nan Zhaoming was suspicious for half a breath, then slowly turned his head.
His gaze landed on a not-too-distant star region, where the figures of Qianye Ying'er and Mu Xuanyin had reappeared. Around them were seven different auras.
And before this, he had not sensed their approach at all.
Yun Che, the Demon Empress, Caili, Shui Meiyin, and the three Yan Mo ancestors.
Jun Xilei was in too poor a condition, and had been forcibly left behind by Yun Che in Diyun City.
After the shock, Nan Zhaoming burst into loud laughter: "Tsk tsk, it seems we don't even have to go looking. The highest-level figures of this world keep coming to us one after another on their own. So ignorance and stupidity aren't entirely bad things after all, hahahaha!"
The laughter was harsh, and the pressure it carried was heavy enough to almost deform one's heart.
"Yun Che, you..." Mu Xuanyin's vision was already somewhat blurred, but Yun Che's aura touched her soul in an instant. Her heart was in chaos, but then she sensed the close presence of Shui Meiyin, and only then did she feel slightly at ease.
Yun Che looked at Mu Xuanyin and Qianye Ying'er. The bloodstains stung his eyes, making his gaze linger too long before slowly shifting toward the distant figures.
No comfort for Mu Xuanyin, no reproach for Qianye Ying'er—only a cold, still calm.
Shui Meiyin's hand gripping Yun Che's arm tightened sharply. Her left hand also clutched the Cosmic Thorn tightly, a crimson light flickering faintly.
Today's Yun Che rarely showed joy or anger on his face. But the subtle movements of the aura around him were enough for the Demon Empress and the others to understand just how furious he was.
The three Yan Mo ancestors behind were even more tense, not daring to breathe loudly.
Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu also arrived beside Yun Che at this time. Shui Meiyin's arrival finally let them relax.
"Yun Emperor, do not engage. Retreat quickly." Qianye Wugu said. "This has nothing to do with imperial dignity. They are people from outside the world, beyond our understanding. They are not something we can contend with. We must evade."
"Go!" Mu Xuanyin pushed Qianye Ying'er away, letting out a low, commanding cry.
Yun Che did not look back. He didn't speak. He gently removed Shui Meiyin's small hand gripping his, then walked forward slowly.
"Yun Che!" Mu Xuanyin cried out urgently. But a palm gently held her arm as it lifted in panic. Chi Wuyue's ethereal voice sounded: "Don't worry. With Meiyin here, no matter how impossible things become, we have a perfect retreat."
"Besides," Chi Wuyue looked at the six figures in the distance, "they hurt you. How could he possibly let it go?"
"Additionally," her voice lowered a few tones, "that most terrifying person went to the Western Domain. At this moment, isn't this also an opportunity?"
Mu Xuanyin: "..."
Nan Zhaoming and the others' gazes now focused on Yun Che.
Mu Xuanyin, the Demon Empress, the three Yan Mo ancestors, Qianye... a group of figures clearly at the pinnacle of this world, yet mixed among them was a mere Divine Lord, extremely out of place.
The strangest thing was that their postures and positioning clearly indicated this Divine Lord as their leader.
"Weren't you looking for the king of this world?" Yun Che said, stepping through the void, walking slowly. "I am he."
"Oh?" Nan Zhaoming and Nan Zhaoguang swept their gazes over his entire body, both laughing simultaneously, uttering identical mockeries: "Interesting."
Whether it was a Divine Lord or a Divine Master of this world, to them, there was not much difference.
"So, have you come to obediently die?" Nan Zhaoming grinned slightly, staring at Yun Che as if examining a pitiful insect arrogantly waving its arms.
Yun Che's expression did not change. His tone did not change. He did not even respond to Nan Zhaoming's words. In his cold pupils was a ferocious killing intent that had not appeared for a long time.
"As a pioneer of the Abyss, you must have thoroughly enjoyed the wild abandon and pleasure of this brief time."
He raised his arm, a dark gleam flickering in his palm: "Since you've had your fill of pleasure, then it's about time..."
"...you all went to die!"