Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 793 - Who's the One Overestimating Himself?



Chapter 793 Who’s the One Overestimating Himself?

With every step he took, the aura on Ding Hao’s body soared.

It swept toward the Demon Clan’s camp like a raging wave.

He was going to challenge the thousands of Demon experts on his own.

Lan’s complexion changed and finally showed a trace of anger. The feeling of being ignored made him feel insulted.

“Kill him for me!” Lan said in a sinister voice.

Dozens of figures immediately flew out from his side.

Out stepped nine Demon Royals at the peak level and three Demon Emperors.

Several dozen streams of Demon Aura engulfed the void irresistibly. One part of the void was even distorted and caved in. The combined efforts of these several dozen experts were enough to make the whole world distort and collapse. The mountain-defense formation and the Demonic Pattern Formation in the void above the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect were activated. Golden and black motifs streaked wildly everywhere.

The terrifying aura and the chaotic Qi streams were like hurricanes, sending the weaker Demon Clan experts flying like rice husks in the hurricanes…

Lan snorted and waved his hand.

An invisible force dissipated these wild chaotic winds.

On the other side.

Ding Hao withstood this terrible force with his saber. Behind him, the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect almost did not feel any pressure.

“The Dark Devil Devourment!”

“The Falling Devil Source!”

“Golden Demon Heart-shattering Spell!”

Dozens of Demon Clan experts unleashed their strongest power as they bellowed angrily.

The violent soar in power all over the sky almost engulfed Ding Hao completely.

At this time, Ding Hao reacted.

His body flashed and countless illusory clones suddenly emerged out of his body. They looked identical to his real body, holding devil sabers in their hands and rising into the air as dozens of Ding Hao had appeared between the heavens and the earth. Every clone confronted a Demon expert. Like gusts of wind, their saber auras were merciless.

Urrgh, urrgh!

Many spat out jets of blood, and blood splattered everywhere.

The moment they crossed each other’s path, the Demon Clan experts who attacked were like straw cut by a sharp blade. They were all severed in half at the waist. Before their bodies landed on the ground, their energy essence had been absorbed by the Devil Saber.

The dozens of Demon experts instantly disintegrated into many dozen plumes of dust, dissipating in the air.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The sound of his swift figure flying across the sky was like the whistling of an arrow. Everyone only felt dazzled. The multiple clones of Ding Hao all over the sky gathered again and finally returned to his body, becoming a single person once more. His body in the air was like lightning. His Devil Saber let off demonic roars. Its blade pointed at the young master of the Heavenly Demon Temple, Lan.

“What?”

Lan’s pupils contracted.

He never expected that his dozens of experts would be no match for this Human youth.

The illusory blur that filled the sky just now was actually not clones, but Ding Hao attacking more than a dozen Demon experts one after another. He was simply too fast. When ordinary people caught a glimpse of Ding Hao’s first action, it was really a high-speed motion blur that had lagged at least three to four seconds.

An incredible speed.

Only after he slew 12 Demon Clan experts did the people see his residual shadows in the air.

Lan was the only one who had comprehended this mystery.

This terrifying Human master… he had finally found a true opponent worthy of his match.

The blood-red murderous intent, emanating violently like it was from an ancient battlefield, mingled with the saber Qi, pouring down like crimson seawater. Lan’s figure flashed and he was already in the air. A silver halberd appeared in his hand, advancing to meet Ding Hao.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks and the dense metallic clangs reverberated between the heavens and the earth, like a tempest hitting a bunch of bananas.

“Urrgh!”

Someone opened his mouth and spat out a jet of blood. He staggered backward and tumbled down to the ground.

It was Lan.

“Your Highness…” The experts of the Demon Clan were shocked and moved forward to help.

“Die!” Ding Hao turned into a God of Massacre and showed no mercy.

He unleashed a stroke with his long saber—Night Fighting in All Directions from his 24 Moves of the Saber Technique. The saber brilliance gushed out like the cascading Milky Way. The Demon experts who were near him were instantly severed, their bloody bodies exploding into blood foam.

The next moment, the saber radiance converged, resembling a bolt of refined autumn silk, hacking down on Lan’s head.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…” At this critical moment, Lan roared madly. The golden Demon Aura from his body surged. Raising the silver halberd in his hand, he tried to block this saber strike.

But—

Urrgh!

He spat out a jet of blood.

In front of the Devil Saber, the silver halberd, which was a top-tier Precious Weapon, became as fragile as a walking stick. It was severed into two by the saber. The saber momentum did not stop, slashing off half of Lan’s left shoulder. Demon blood splashed in the sky. There was so much pain on Lan’s face that it looked almost deformed.

He gave a mad roar and retreated.

The Demon experts next to him rushed down fearlessly, intercepting Ding Hao for the moment.

“You’re all going to die today.” Ding Hao showed no mercy. The Devil Saber in his hand was shimmering with flames, like the sickle of the God of Death. Wherever it passed, there was no one who could counter it. All combat skills and weapons looked vulnerable in front of the Devil Saber.

On the other side.

The disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect all gasped.

In the past three years, Ding Hao’s combat strength had soared quite horrifically. The thousands of Demons in front of him were enough to ravage the entire Snow Province, but in front of Ding Hao, they were as fragile as clay statues. It was impossible to describe such a devastating scene. He was unstoppable like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Lan kept retreating.

His arm had been hacked off, and the intense pain made him look ferocious and hideous. Looking at the Devil-like figure in the distance wielding his saber, he knew that he had finally met a dangerous opponent this time.

But so what?

A grotesque and manic smile appeared on Lan’s face.

He spread out his right palm, and a transparent jade-like drop of blood appeared in his hand. With mad fire burning in his eyes, he raised his head and swallowed this beguiling drop of blood.

Boom!

A nuclear-like explosion radiated out with Lan as the center.

Some of the Demon experts who were shielding him were shattered into pieces by the shock waves.

“Hahahaha!” Lan raised his head and laughed maniacally. An aura that was several times stronger than before burst out from his body. His severed right arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He had almost instantly recovered his full combat capability—no, one could even say he had now an aura that was dozens of times more powerful than before!

Ding Hao stopped moving.

The saber radiance all over the sky retracted, and the Demon experts who were besieging him froze on the spot as if they had been entranced by a spell.

“Hmmm… did you use some secret method to stimulate your potential?” Ding Hao looked at the arrogantly laughing Lan with a composed face.

The Heavenly Demon Temple was a super force of the Demon Clan from the Northern Region. As the young master of the Heavenly Demon Temple, Lan had some trump cards to protect him. Ding Hao had expected this. Lan was only at the two-apertured Demon Emperor Realm just now. Now… he was at least at the six-apertured Demon Emperor Realm.

“Miserable fool, do you really think you can challenge me?” Lan’s feet were one to two yards away from the ground as he levitated in the air, his eyes burning with mad flames, keen as knives. He stared at Ding Hao and said condescendingly, “You made me waste a drop of the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon. I will make you suffer a fate worse than death.”

Ding Hao did not speak.

He carefully observed the changes in his opponent’s body and felt the faint power of a Great Demon’s bloodline. It was a thin supreme aura. It seemed that the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon was left behind by the supreme masters of the Demon Clan, or by half-step supreme masters.

Lan sneered, looking cruel and sinister. “Ding Hao, the Saber and Sword Addict, I heard that you destroyed the Heaven-splitting Swordsmanship Sect, so you can be considered quite famous. I’m very interested in killing a Human Clan master like you.”

“You talk too much.” Ding Hao had finished observing. He already knew what to do, and still did not take his opponent seriously.

For some reason, Lan was mad with rage. He did not know why, but the casual and relaxed attitude of this teal-robed young man before him made him unable to suppress his anger. It was like they had a deep feud. Lan wished he could shred Ding Hao into pieces at once.

Lan displayed his great power and smiled. “I heard that the female Leader of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect is your woman? If I press her under me…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a majestic, irresistible force came at him.

Ding Hao’s furious face loomed large in Lan’s sight.

One of his feet stomped down like a mountain.

So fast!

Lan was slightly shocked. He raised his hand and punched out.

“You want to trample on me? You overestimate yourself!” He guffawed.

Having absorbed the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon, he was very confident in his own strength. It was the true foundation of the Heavenly Demon Temple, the blood of the Demon Clan Supreme. It contained great power. Only a few favored princes of the Heavenly Demon Temple were given a drop of the True Blood to save their lives at the most critical moment.

But—

Boom!

The moment his fist hit the sole of Ding Hao’s foot, Lan felt his whole arm go numb and lost his senses in an instant. The tremendous power on top of his head seemed to crush down with the weight of the whole world.

He was knocked down like a meteorite, falling to the ground.

“You…” Lan struggled furiously. Even though he was helped by the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon, he still found that he could not withstand the power of Ding Hao’s foot.

Boom!

His whole person sank into the ground.

Ding Hao’s foot was trampling on his face.

The huge humiliation made Lan’s mind go blank.

How is this possible?

How did things turn out this way?

“Who is the one overestimating himself?” Ding Hao looked down and said slowly, “Do you really think that the Demon Clan can dominate the world? I have already killed 20 Demon Saints. Who do you think you are? How dare you be arrogant before the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect? You insulted Xiaolan and are courting death. Although I don’t want to torture anyone, I don’t want to see you die too easily. You bastard, slowly savor the pain of death!”

Ding Hao’s foot stepped on his face.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…” Lan struggled madly, but could not get rid of the stamping foot.

Ding Hao stomped on him mercilessly.

Crush, crush, crush!

Lan’s limbs were all crushed into mangled flesh, mingling with the bloody mud. The other Demon experts who were rushing to save him were sent flying away by Ding Hao’s backhand saber stroke before they could even get close.

Cold murderous intent condensed in Ding Hao’s eyes.

“Ah, hahaha, kill me! Kill me if you have the guts! Haha, the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect is finished. The Heavenly Demon Temple won’t let you fellows off…” Lan sounded like a lunatic, madly provoking Ding Hao.

Ding Hao did not speak. He crushed half of his body under his foot.


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