Chapter 388 - 389: The Martial Emperor Strikes

The three shamelessly ignored the Ninth Floor Master’s taunts and joined forces to bombard him with their most powerful attacks.

BOOM!

The Ninth Floor Master was sent flying dozens of feet by their combined attack. He slammed heavily into the stone wall, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed for this?"

The Ninth Floor Master lay on the ground, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the three men.

"Ridiculed? Heh, who would dare to ridicule us?"

He Tianteng said mockingly, "You’re the one who’s full of surprises. To think you survived a combined attack from the three of us. How unexpected."

After all, the Ninth Floor Master was a full Realm beneath them; he was fighting far above his level.

Yet in a three-on-one fight, they had still failed to kill him.

This not only surprised them but also made them incredibly wary.

Luo Fenghua said fiercely, "It is indeed surprising. But unfortunately, you’re doomed to die today. Now, die!"

With that, Luo Fenghua once again gathered the power for his Purple Sky Palm, preparing to deal the Ninth Floor Master the final blow.

But just then...

BOOM!

A terrifying stream of Sword Qi shot out from the side, intercepting Luo Fenghua’s Purple Sky Palm.

"Eighth Floor Master!"

The Ninth Floor Master whipped his head around and saw that the one who had acted was none other than the Eighth Floor Master of their Drunken Immortal Tower.

The Sixth and Seventh Floor Masters also stepped forward.

The Eighth Floor Master glared coldly at Luo Fenghua. "Are you trying to kill our Ninth Floor Master right in front of us? Do you take us for decorations? Sixth Floor Master, Seventh Floor Master, let’s kill them together."

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The three flew in front of the Ninth Floor Master. While protecting him, they each unleashed a flash of sword light.

Luo Fenghua, He Tianteng, and the others were instantly blocked.

"Damn it!"

He Tianteng gritted his teeth and shouted to the rear, "Tianbei! Hua Gu! Are you two just going to stand there and watch the show?"

"Hehe, we’re coming to help. Everyone else, attack!"

Tianbei and Hua Gu sneered. They led everyone in a group assault, instantly forcing the Eighth Floor Master and his companions back.

They were simply outnumbered!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The Eighth Floor Master and his group were beaten back again and again, until they all collapsed to the ground, heavily injured.

Luo Fenghua sneered. "No matter how much you struggle today, you can’t change your destiny. The Drunken Immortal Tower will be destroyed."

"Who should we kill first?"

He Tianteng asked.

Luo Fenghua glanced at the Eighth Floor Master, his killing intent surging. "When I was about to kill the Ninth Floor Master, this old bastard was the first one to interfere. Let’s start with him!"

With that, he strode toward the Eighth Floor Master, ready to kill him.

"Eighth Floor Master..."

Seeing this, Shi Xiao, Ling Hao, and the others cried out in alarm, their faces turning deathly pale.

But there was nothing they could do.

With their strength at the Martial King Realm, they were no different from ants before a Martial Venerable Level expert like Luo Fenghua. To rush forward would be suicide.

Huang Yanchen was still in the middle of comprehending the inheritance.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Luo Fenghua swaggered over to the Eighth Floor Master and raised his hand to strike him dead...

But at that moment....

An enraged roar suddenly echoed from within the stone hall. "What the fuck do you think this place is? All of you, stop this instant!"

"Stop?"

Luo Fenghua sneered. "Even if the Celestial King himself came, he wouldn’t be able to stop me—"

The next instant...

SHLICK!

Bright red blood sprayed from Luo Fenghua’s shoulder as the arm he had just raised went flying through the air.

"Who did that?"

Luo Fenghua’s face was a mask of horror.

’The only people here are the Ninth Floor Master and his men, and they’re all gravely wounded on the ground. Who else could unleash such a powerful Sword Move and sever my arm?’

Just then, a spectral figure appeared above the coffin. "I did it. What of it? You want to kill me too?

"You are..."

Luo Fenghua stared at the spectral figure, confused.

Just as he was wondering who the figure was, the Ninth Floor Master and his men cried out in shock, "Ancestor! You... you’re not dead?"

"Who says I’m not dead? I’ve been dead for almost ten thousand years!"

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor glared at the Ninth Floor Master.

The Ninth Floor Master realized his blunder and quickly corrected himself. "Ancestor, but... didn’t your Residual Soul already disperse a moment ago...?"

"It was! This Emperor was just about to disperse my Residual Soul!"

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor said furiously, "But then these bastards barged in, threatening to destroy my tomb and defile my corpse! It almost made me explode with rage."

"The only reason I held my anger in and didn’t appear sooner was to see what you descendants were made of. But you just let them beat you back again and again. What a bunch of fucking useless trash."

The Ninth Floor Master and the others lowered their heads, chastened.

They were utterly ashamed to have been nearly slaughtered in front of their ancestor. They had no excuses to offer.

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor then declared heroically, "Hmph. You dare cause trouble in this Emperor’s tomb? I’ll kill every last one of you."

RUMBLE!

With a soft grunt, the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor unleashed a terrifyingly immense power from his entire body.

Everyone present was crushed by the pressure, struggling to breathe.

Luo Fenghua and his men were dumbfounded.

’Their ancestor’s Residual Soul has actually appeared. How are we supposed to fight this?’

And so...

Luo Fenghua dropped to his knees, forcing a smile. "This junior, Luo Fenghua, pays his respects to Elder Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor! Everything that just happened was a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding."

He pressed his head to the floor, bowing as low as he could, like a groveling dog.

However...

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor roared, "Misunderstanding my ass! Do you take this Emperor for a blind man or a deaf one?"

BOOM!

One move!

A terrifying force, like a hurricane and a tsunami combined, crashed into Luo Fenghua, smashing him into the ground.

CRACK...

More than half of Luo Fenghua’s bones were shattered, and he coughed up a dozen mouthfuls of black blood.

This man had been a Martial Emperor in life, after all.

Even as a mere Residual Soul, his power was far beyond what Luo Fenghua could withstand. He was instantly beaten to within an inch of his life.

"You..."

Luo Fenghua stared at the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor in terror.

BANG!

But before he could speak, the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor struck again. A flash of sword light descended, carving a deep gash across his chest.

Blood gushed ceaselessly from the wound.

"Long live the Ancestor!"

"The Ancestor is invincible!"

Shi Xiao, Ling Hao, and Pei Yuan couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.

The Ninth Floor Master, however, frowned.

He noticed that each time the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor used his power, his Residual Soul grew considerably weaker.

And...

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor walked up to Luo Fenghua and said contemptuously, "Junior, do you have any last words? This Emperor can grant you that much."

"Elder Drunk Immortal, this is a conflict among the younger generation. Surely you shouldn’t interfere?"

Luo Fenghua said, mustering his courage, though deep-seated fear flickered in his eyes.

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor laughed with rage. "Not interfere? Hehe. You motherfuckers were about to obliterate me, to drag my corpse out and defile it, and you’re telling *me* not to interfere? In your fucking dreams!"

’Logically speaking, he really shouldn’t interfere.’

’After all, he was a man who had been dead for ten thousand years.’

’But Luo Fenghua and his men had gone too far. Fighting in his tomb was one thing, but to threaten to obliterate his very remains?’

’How could he possibly tolerate that?’

Having said his piece, the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor raised the Sword of Residual Soul, intending to finish Luo Fenghua off.

But just as he was about to...

He Tianteng suddenly stepped forward to stop him. "Wait! You can’t kill Palace Master Luo."

"Hm? You dare to stop this Emperor?"

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor’s eyes narrowed as he stared at He Tianteng.

He Tianteng smiled faintly. "This junior wouldn’t dare stop you. But the ancestor of our Haoyue Sect, the Bright Moon Martial Emperor, would."