Chapter 2396: The Most Awkward Emperor

Chapter 2396: The Most Embarrassing Emperor

Kill!

Fight!

The Youming Dalu was in utter chaos, with battle cries shaking the heavens, roars and howls drowning out the thunderous booms.

From outside, that vast continent was shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

But once inside, the scene was truly gruesome—mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a scene of utter devastation.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Qiantian Mozhu trembled, releasing even more Tianmo, while the Zhutian sent reinforcements. Late-arriving cultivators came from the depths of the starry sky, wasting no time as they surged in en masse.

At some point, Ming Di and Dao Zu both withdrew their gazes from the Luosuo Domain and turned toward Youming.

The ruthless figures from Zhutian had advanced relentlessly, now reaching the base of the Qiantian Mozhu.

"Block them! Block them for me!" the Jiu Da Mo Jun howled, each one disheveled and frantic.

Zheng!

Wu Tian Jian Zun struck, his sword annihilating one Mo Jun in an instant.

Zheng!

Jiu Jian Sanren's sword followed, piercing the skull of the first Mo Jun who was still howling. His physical body exploded on the spot, and even his Yuanshen true form was utterly destroyed, his soul scattered to the winds.

Pfft! Pfft!

The other seven Mo Jun fared no better—one was obliterated by a palm strike from Weimian Zhizi, another had its Yuanshen severed by Yuhua Xianwang, three were ganged up on and beaten by the Shen Jiang group, and two were slain by the Huangzhe. In death, they never saw their own emperor arrive, heading straight to the Yellow Springs together.

"Break for me!"

Long Cang Jie shouted resolutely, the first to reach the Qiantian Mozhu. His Dao sword hummed as he unleashed a brilliant Xian River, tearing through the cosmos and disrupting yin and yang.

"It's over."

In that moment, all the Zhutian cultivators turned their eyes toward the distant horizon, as if they could pierce through the endless haze to see what was coming. Once the Qiantian Mozhu was destroyed, the Tianmo would be wiped out.

However, before Long Cang Jie's sword could land, a deafening buzz erupted from the Qiantian Mozhu.

At the same time, a layer of pitch-black halo spread out infinitely from the pillar, centered on it and extending across the seas and wilderness. It carried supreme emperor-level pressure and was laced with destructive ultimate Dao principles. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and all laws became meaningless.

Pfft! Pfft!

Blood mist sprayed everywhere as countless Zhutian cultivators were shaken to the point of vomiting blood. Those with weaker foundations had their bodies explode on the spot. Even the ruthless figures from Zhutian were forced to stagger back.

A Great Emperor?

The Zhutian cultivators' faces collectively darkened. It always happened like this—such impeccable timing, was it really appropriate?

"A Great Emperor has arrived."

Compared to the Zhutian cultivators, the Tianmo were ecstatic. With an emperor presiding, they all felt emboldened. After a string of defeats, they had finally held out until their emperor's arrival, and their expressions turned ferocious once more.

Boom! Boom!

The emperor hadn't even appeared yet, but the heavens and earth were already trembling, as if unable to bear the emperor's pressure. The floating blood mist, shattered stones, and rolling blood rivers seemed to freeze in that instant, as if someone had cast a thought of eternity, eternally stilling the scene.

Buzz!

Accompanied by a buzz, a beam of emperor light streaked across the sky and landed in Sheng Zun's hand.

Following that, dozens more beams of emperor light shot through the vastness, each one an ultimate Dao emperor artifact, each with its target, falling into the hands of the Huangzhe and Shen Jiang.

"From the aura, it seems to be an entry-level Great Emperor." Yan Huang murmured thoughtfully. Having fought emperors before, he could discern their levels clearly. This one was at the very bottom tier.

"Don't move, let me handle this." Diwu Shen Jiang said, huffing on the emperor artifact before wiping it vigorously with his sleeve until it shone brightly.

"Don't mess around, I'll go first."

"Get lost, I'm going first."

The group of old veterans bantered back and forth like they were performing a comedy routine, each one holding an emperor artifact that had already awakened its emperor Dao power.

Clearly, this bunch of old-timers was itching to test themselves against the emperor from Tianmo Domain.

Buzz!

As they spoke, the Qiantian Mozhu trembled again.

Then, a foot clad in war boots stepped out from the pillar, landing with a heavy thud that made the heavens boom. One step could crush an ordinary Quasi-Emperor to dust.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the second foot followed.

That towering figure finally appeared before the world, clad in emperor Dao armor and wielding a pitch-black war spear, with a backdrop of dark demonic land filled with the wails of fierce ghosts.

He was enveloped in emperor Dao principles, with destructive visions manifesting everywhere. Every inch of his emperor light reflected the glory of doomsday. He seemed like a god standing on the river of time, suppressing the eternal immortal vault. His emperor eyes surveyed all, heavy with the profound essence of the emperor's Dao.

This was the emperor of Tianmo Domain, known as Chi An Mo Di.

"Truly exuding an overbearing aura." Zhan Wang couldn't help but sigh.

"If the Emperor were here, he could slap him to tears with one palm." Qin Guang Wang said meaningfully.

"The emperor's presence is just overwhelming." Sheng Zun remarked solemnly.

"Ants." Chi An Mo Di chuckled darkly, standing before the Qiantian Mozhu like a worldly sovereign overlooking mere mortals. Though his words were soft, they echoed like ancient thunder.

His laughter was full of demonic allure, playful and mocking, truly looking down on everything.

As he laughed, the ruthless figures from Zhutian all sprang into action.

Buzz! Buzz!

The emperor artifacts hummed—axes for those wielding axes, emperor swords for those with swords, iron clubs for those with clubs. So much for deciding who goes first—they all charged in together.

Then, Chi An Mo Di was sent right back into the Qiantian Mozhu.

More precisely, he was beaten back.

By none other than the old veterans from Zhutian, each one fiercely aggressive and acting on instinct. In a single exchange, they sent him flying back. Even at the pinnacle of strength, Quasi-Emperors armed with emperor artifacts could take on an emperor—and when they went all out, even an emperor couldn't withstand it.

Chi An Mo Di was a prime example—his attempt at grandeur failed spectacularly, and he was struck down on the spot.

"This..." The Zhutian cultivators watched, their mouths twitching.

That was an emperor! He came to show off, not to get hammered.

The Tianmo's expressions were equally priceless, their mouths agape and unable to close.

In that instant, the world fell into an uncanny silence.

To the point where the fierce battle, which should have been life-and-death, paused for a mid-fight break.

"Dammit!"

The prolonged silence was finally shattered by a roar from within the Mozhu.

It was Chi An Mo Di, who had been dazed from the beating. Once he regained his senses, he erupted in thunderous fury.

Kill!

With a furious roar, Chi An Mo Di charged out, war spear in hand, sweeping forth with terrifying emperor Dao power. His emperor eyes were now blood-red, manifesting not the essence of an emperor, but pure destruction.

The emperor's rage made the heavens lose color.

But it was all for nothing. As soon as he emerged, he saw a sky full of attackers—emperor swords, axes, bronze furnaces, iron clubs, divine mirrors—all ultimate Dao emperor artifacts.

Boom!

That sound was music to the ears of the Zhutian people.

But to the Tianmo, it was like a death knell, shaking their souls.

Sure enough, their emperor was sent back again.

Perhaps their emperor's entrance was just too arrogant, and the Zhutian folks didn't tolerate arrogance—one disagreement, and they started hammering.

"I'm embarrassed for him." Gu Santong muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

How could it not be embarrassing? A mighty Great Emperor, sent back twice, with no face left to save.

"Is this a war or a joke? Focus!" Wuya Daoren glanced over.

Gu Santong coughed awkwardly, tucking away his hand before pulling out a killing sword again.

"When it comes to presence, our predecessors really shine." Xie Yun grinned.

Ye Chen saw it and wanted to flash a charming smile. The Zhutian predecessors were making their side look incredibly impressive.

At this rate, they didn't even need Di Huang—these old-timers could handle everything.

"Dammit!"

Amid the quiet, another roar echoed, and Chi An Mo Di emerged again, furious beyond reason. His earlier lofty demeanor was gone, his face twisted in grotesque rage, like a demon.

He was truly dedicated, stubbornly trying to make his stand.

The Zhutian predecessors admired his unyielding spirit—it showed real drive.

So, the group of old veterans teamed up and sent him back into the Mozhu for the third time.

"Eight hundred Yuan Stones say he won't dare come out again."

"I calculate he'll try once more."

The Zhutian cultivators started chatting casually. They weren't even fighting anymore—just watching hurt like hell. He was a Great Emperor, sure, but surrounded by Zhutian's ruthless experts, even he felt the pain.

The Tianmo were mostly petrified, too stunned to believe it, even forgetting to help their emperor out—like offering a proper word of encouragement.

Ah!

From within the Qiantian Mozhu, Chi An Mo Di's roars were filled with emperor Dao killing intent, making the pillar shake as if it might collapse.

But for all the thunder, there was no rain—he just kept roaring without showing himself.

A Great Emperor had some brains, after all. He'd come all this way, only to run into tough opponents. Those outside weren't ordinary peak Quasi-Emperors; at their peak, they could spar with an emperor, and each one had an emperor artifact. Who else would get hammered if not him?

"Come in if you've got the guts!"

Chi An Mo Di bellowed.

That line made the Zhutian cultivators want to laugh.

Didn't he realize he was an emperor? Scared witless, not even daring to step out.

They couldn't blame Chi An Mo Di—he wanted to come out, holding onto that spirit of grandeur from the start.

But those ruthless folks weren't giving him a chance, blocking the entrance and refusing to let him out. This was Zhutian territory—no room for his theatrics.

"You ants, come in if you've got the guts!"

Chi An Mo Di's roars grew even more explosive.

"Come out if you've got the guts!"

The Zhutian ruthless ones clustered together, weapons in hand, blocking the Qiantian Mozhu. Whatever came out—man or beast—they were ready to send it right back.

Ah!

Chi An Mo Di went berserk and charged out for real.

Boom! Clang! Bang! Clink!

The scene that followed didn't need to be seen—just the sounds said it all.

The mighty emperor of Tianmo Domain had barely stepped out of the Qiantian Mozhu, not even catching his breath, before the old veterans sent him back with a special ritual.

This time, Chi An Mo Di stayed put.

For a long while, he didn't emerge again, only letting out waves of thunderous roars.

"I'm embarrassed for you. You've really disgraced the title of emperor."

Ming Di stood with his hands behind his back, sighing and clicking his tongue.

He was an emperor, after all, yet he was blocked by a group of Quasi-Emperors, unable to even leave his door. He wanted them to come in and fight? Did he think everyone was as foolish as him?