Ding Mian looked at Meng Tingfeng. “Are you not going to take action?”
Meng Tingfeng gave him a strange look. “I think you have some misconceptions about me. I know you’ve heard of my title as junior emperor, but just because I reached the threshold of the emperor level doesn’t mean I can actually contend with immortal emperors. At least not for long. Besides, I’m only here to protect your safety.”
Ding Mian glanced at one of the immortal monarchs watching the battle closely. “One junior emperor might not be enough, but what about two?”
Meng Tingfeng followed his gaze and saw Ye Chen. Although the Numinous Sword Sect was in decline, there were still two hopes. As long as he and Ye Chen could enter the Extremity Immortal Realm, then the Numinous Sword Sect could still reign as the hegemon of the realm, even if it wasn’t as dominant as before.
If he and Ye Chen teamed up, they could contend against an immortal emperor for a short while, but the problem was that the two didn’t have much of a relationship. Rather, they were quite alienated from each other. If they did not sense the changes in the Huang Realm, they would have likely not interacted outside of forced interaction by the sect.
“Forget it,” Meng Tingfeng said with a shake of his head. “He and I don’t get along that well, much less teaming up. Instead, you should focus on the battle. Their techniques might be far beyond your current understanding, but if you can comprehend even a fraction of an immortal emperor’s technique, you will have benefited a lot.”
Since Meng Tingfeng already said so much, Ding Mian didn’t say anymore. As Meng Tingfeng advised, he watched the battle between the immortal emperors, hoping to get a spark of inspiration from their battle. Unknown to the immortal monarch, Ding Mian could see much more than he thought.
Emperor Wujian and the Threeslash Emperor clashed again and again. They had forgone any means of long distance combat in favor of close quarter combat. Although they could release sword light, most weapon masters like themselves preferred close combat.
There was no ripple, no grand torrent of energy, or miraculous phenomenon around the two immortal emperors. Aside from the fact they were standing in midair, they were just a swordsman and sabersman fighting at an extremely fast rate.
Emperor Wujian’s gaze flickered toward another direction, and the Threeslash Emperor narrowed his eyes.
Suddenly, the Threeslash Emperor’s arm blurred. Just as his saber’s edge was about to touch Emperor Wujian’s neck, a sword deflected it. Although no qi or light burst out from the saber, a deep ravine appeared in the direction where the saber had swung.
It was not that Emperor Wujian or the Threeslash Emperor weren’t using powerful techniques and having a simple contest of skill, but that the energy behind each attack was carefully measured and controlled. Each slash they swung could split the island in half easily. If the Numinous Sword Sect hadn’t strengthened the Numinous Realm over millions of years, the two emperors would have never dared to fight within it because doing so would cause the dimensional boundary to destabilize.
In contrast, the fight between the Ripple Emperor and the Redmoon Emperor was much more magical.
The surrounding area around the two emperors had transformed into a landscape similar to the surface of the moon. Only instead of reflecting a white glow, it reflected a rusty red light, draping the atmosphere in an eerie light. On this moon, certain rules were different.
Unlike the Emperor Wujian and the Threeslash Emperor, the Ripple Emperor and the Redmoon Emperor were not in the air but walking on the moon’s surface. The Ripple Emperor was on the ground against his will, because the rules of the red moon dictated that no one could fly, and as the creator of this rule, the Redmoon Emperor was more bound by this rule than his foe.
Two unlucky immortal monarchs had also fallen under this rule because they could not escape the range when Emperor Redmoon transformed the land. But they quickly evacuated from the area. Once they left the boundaries, they could fly again.
The Redmoon Emperor held two chakrams in each hand, each whirling with the movement of his fingers. He swung his arm and two chakrams sliced toward the Ripple Emperor.
The Ripple Emperor’s body blurred, as if it was phasing out of reality, but soon, it returned to normal. His eyes flickered, but he did not attempt to teleport again. Instead, he held his palm out, as if to blow the two chakrams away. Even if an immortal sovereign was present, he would not dare to take the two chakrams barehanded.
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