Chapter 1618: Four Emperors

Chapter 1618: Si Di

The nine divine generals stood side by side, like nine eternal monuments.

They had once followed Xianwu Diczun in subduing the heavens, and their legends were myths, ancient and vast, more distant than the passage of time itself.

“Old man, who are those nine people?”

On the walls of Nan Chu, Situ Nan tucked his hands into his sleeves and looked toward an elder quasi-emperor from Tianxuan Gate.

“They are the nine divine generals under Xianwu Diczun.”

The elder quasi-emperor took a deep breath and continued,

“The one in the center is the first divine general, Tianqing. His combat power is on par with Xianwu Diczun, but he lacked the opportunity to become an emperor, so he has never attained the emperor's throne.”

“The second divine general, Sansheng, once attempted to break through to the great emperor realm and nearly summoned the emperor's tribulation.”

Another quasi-emperor quickly chimed in, eager not to be outdone,

“The third divine general, Tianyuan, once kicked away a demon clan's emperor weapon. He fights bare-handed and shakes emperor artifacts without any tools.”

“The fourth divine general, Beilin, was the one who single-handedly crippled the Chimei clan back in the day, scaring them into hiding for eight hundred years.”

“The fifth divine general, Tianjiu, shares the same lineage as Diczun. Among the nine divine generals, he is the strongest in offense, overbearing and unmatched.”

“The sixth divine general, Hua Qingluo, was the only one bold enough to wander under the emperor's tribulation when Xianwu Diczun was crossing it.”

“The seventh is Mo Dao, the eighth is Xuanjie, and the ninth is Yinglong.”

The quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Gate spoke with growing excitement, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.

The cultivators of Da Chu listened in stunned amazement, no wonder these old fellows were so stirred up—it was because those nine had such extraordinary origins.

The nine divine generals under Diczun—what level of power was that?

It was fortunate that Da Chu was in the midst of battle; otherwise, most people would have squatted down to seriously listen to these old fellows continue their tales.

Outside the city, the nine divine generals remained silent, quietly gazing at Tianmo Di.

Their eyes were as calm as still water, their divine general auras undiminished. Having followed Xianwu Diczun, they had witnessed every grand scene imaginable.

“So what if you're at the peak of quasi-emperor? In the end, you're not an emperor.”

Tianmo Di chuckled darkly, casually stretching his neck.

“With no emperor's origin, and yet you're so arrogant.”

Zhan Wang's voice boomed like thunder from ancient times, as he too stretched his neck.

“Nine dao friends, will you handle this, or shall we?”

The nine emperors of Da Chu lined up like the nine divine generals.

This remark was directed at the nine supreme divine generals.

They were the divine generals under the immortal and emperor venerables, figures of myth.

They were the successive nine emperors of Da Chu, legends in their own right.

Facing a incomplete great emperor, the nine divine generals felt no fear, and the nine emperors of Da Chu were equally unafraid—what of a great emperor?

Earlier, they had been defeated individually, caught off guard by Tianmo Di, but now with the nine emperors united, the outcome was still uncertain.

“It's rare for us to come to Da Chu, so we should at least get to loosen up our muscles.”

The fourth divine general, Beilin, brushed the dust off his shoulder.

“As people get old, their tempers don't improve much.”

The fifth divine general, Tianjiu, drew an absolute divine sword, blew on it, and then polished it with his sleeve until it shone brightly.

“I still remember when Diczun patted my shoulder and said: Little Six, when it comes to fighting, you can't back down. Losing isn't the issue; what's important is... you have to look cool.”

Hua Qingluo unfolded a paper fan, his demeanor reaching a refined peak.

“People say I never carry weapons when I fight—that's nonsense.”

The third divine general, Tianyuan, summoned an immortal sword in his hand. Even when fighting an emperor, he knew he needed a weapon.

“Is this a war? There's an emperor on the other side—can we take this a bit more seriously?”

“Exactly. If outsiders saw us, they'd think we came here just to show off.”

“Diczun said it himself: even if you can't win, you have to brazenly make a scene. Today, I'm not planning to walk away standing.”

The divine generals bantered back and forth, leaving listeners with twitching corners of their mouths. Their pre-battle banter was perfectly executed.

“From what I can tell, half of the nine divine generals are just incorrigible old rogues.”

“That's why they're called divine generals. They carry an innate kingly aura, and their showy style is something the younger generation should learn from.”

“In my opinion, it's all because Diczun mentored them well.”

“Let me calculate with my fingers—Diczun's own temper wasn't great either.”

Many people stroked their beards meaningfully.

“The fact is, every team has a few jokers.”

“Look at Tianqing and Sansheng—they're not saying a word. Showing off is a technical skill; it takes the rest of us to handle it.”

“The childhood of the Sword God and the Wine Sword Immortal must have been so colorful.”

Many old fellows subconsciously glanced toward the void where Jian Feidao and the Wine Sword Immortal were.

“One group is Diczun's divine generals, and the other two are Diczun's disciples—how did the gap get so big?”

Someone sighed.

The Sword God and the Wine Sword Immortal both smiled awkwardly and shook their heads.

As children, there was always that group of people who loved to scare them.

That's why they developed the habit of being silent and speaking as little as possible—better not to say anything at all.

One wrong word, and they might get dragged off for a beating.

The nine emperors also coughed dryly—these nine dao friends were quite the characters.

One was the nine emperors of Da Chu, the other the nine divine generals—all eight men and one woman, all supreme powerhouses with plenty in common.

“See that? In our cultivation world, people who talk like this usually don't last more than three chapters.”

Ye Chen placed his hand on Chu Xuan's waist, pinching while speaking meaningfully.

Chu Xuan said nothing and simply pushed his hand away.

“If you run into types like this in the future, beat them first, then talk about ideals.”

Ye Chen shamelessly put his hand back, feeling the soft, delicate, and elastic touch.

Chu Xuan smiled lightly and, this time, didn't push him away.

The atmosphere grew extremely awkward, with a great emperor standing right opposite, yet only the divine generals dared to joke like this.

Tianmo Di still chuckled darkly, watching with interest, as if observing a clown's performance.

This was the majesty of an emperor—even without the emperor's origin, as a incomplete great emperor, he still looked down on the world.

All the divine generals straightened their postures. They knew when to play and when to be serious—that was a great emperor they faced.

“Since you ants want to play, this emperor will indulge you fully.”

Tianmo Di smiled faintly, his supreme demonic power drifting through the nine heavens, shaking the ancient thunder.

Before his words faded, his emperor body trembled, and three strands of demonic aura flew out, transforming into three more Tianmo Di.

“One Qi Transforms into Three Purities.”

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed sharply; he could see they were dao bodies, extremely similar to the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities technique.

The heavens trembled as four Tianmo Di stood in the void, their emperor dao laws dancing and their ultimate emperor aura spreading across the realms.

The already dim Da Chu was now shrouded in a thick layer of demonic aura, with clouds roiling and thunder rampaging within.

Numerous terrifying visions manifested: stars were destroyed, the blazing sun collapsed, and all the world's laws were overturned in that instant.

Now, whether it was the Sword God, the nine emperors, or the nine divine generals, they all furrowed their brows, their expressions turning gravely serious.

An emperor's dao body was equal to the emperor himself—in terms of ultimate emperor aura and emperor dao laws, it was identical to Tianmo Di's true form.

In other words, fighting an emperor's dao body was the same as fighting the emperor.

And they were facing not one great emperor, but four of equal power.

“Tremble, all heavens!”

With a desolate chuckle, the four Tianmo Di moved, charging straight toward Nan Chu.

“Four great emperors.”

As the four Tianmo Di attacked, the cultivators of Da Chu and the people of Tianxuan Gate turned pale in an instant, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their hearts filled with dread.

“We underestimated the great emperor.”

Ye Chen gripped the emperor sword Xuanyuan tightly, his gaze resolute, ready to fight the emperor to the death.

“Fight.”

The nine emperors of Da Chu spoke firmly, moving as one in near-ascension, reviving their peak power to confront the first Tianmo Di, blocking him in the void.

“Fight.”

At the same time, the nine divine generals crossed the river of time, assaulting the second Tianmo Di. In that moment, these once incorrigible old rogues reclaimed their distant glory—the men like war gods of the eight wastelands, the woman like a supreme queen.

“Fight.”

This roar came from the misty void. Before the sound faded, nine figures arrived together.

They were the seven sons of Donghua, Moyuan, and Fenghuang, arriving at the critical moment to join forces against the third Tianmo Di.

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with divine light, and two immortal eyes flew out, crossing the sky and merging into Jiang Taixu's eyes.

Those were originally Jiang Taixu's eyes; now that their master had returned, they went back to help him stand against the great emperor.

Jiang Taixu's body shook violently, enveloped in brilliant immortal light, like a supreme immortal king, his quasi-emperor aura spreading across the eight directions.

Though he had been revived, he only had saint-level cultivation. The reason he now exuded quasi-emperor aura was due to the emperor artifact within him, enhancing his power.

The same went for Tuntian Mozun, who carried an emperor weapon—the life-bound artifact of Honglian Nüdi—giving him the qualification to battle an emperor.

With the myriad realms in peril, it was the duty of every individual. As reinforcements from the heavens, these nine took on the most terrifying opponent without hesitation.

“Fight.”

The Sword God and Donghuang Taiyi stood shoulder to shoulder, their quasi-emperor peak power fully displayed, charging at the fourth Tianmo Di.

The Wine Sword Immortal followed suit, his supreme divine sword erupting with sword light.

Yaochi Xianmu arrived as well, smiling charmingly at the Wine Sword Immortal.

The Sword God and Donghuang Taiyi, the Wine Sword Immortal and Yaochi Xianmu—four quasi-emperor peaks, also two pairs of emperor dao couples.

They weren't just four against Tianmo Di; five more came to aid them, their quasi-emperor auras vast and ancient.

They were the five heavenly kings of the forbidden zones. Though the people of the forbidden zones couldn't step out, these heavenly kings had come.

Thunder boomed, shaking the nine heavens as the earth buzzed and trembled.

The four Tianmo Di created four battlefields, each one destroying the heavens and earth.

In the first battlefield, the nine emperors of Da Chu fought the first Tianmo Di.

In the second, the nine divine generals battled the second Tianmo Di.

In the third, the seven sons of Donghua, Tuntian Mozun Moyuan, and Fenghuang fought the third Tianmo Di.

In the fourth, the Sword God, Donghuang Taiyi, the Wine Sword Immortal, Yaochi Xianmu, and the five heavenly kings confronted the fourth Tianmo Di.

Four great emperors and thirty-six quasi-emperor peaks, each in a nine-against-one formation, battled until the skies and earth shattered.

“Trample the gates of all heavens for me.”

The four Tianmo Di spoke in unison, their voices carrying the majesty of an emperor, commanding the demon army to attack.

With the order given, the previously expressionless demons flashed with demonic light in their eyes, turning blood-red, savage and bloodthirsty.

The emperor's summons awakened their ancient memories.

The demon army advanced again, figures like a black ocean, surging waves swallowing inch by inch of the beautiful mountains and rivers.