Chapter 482: The Might of the Heavenly Emperor

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The Golden-Winged Roc saw the scene and shouted coldly, “Human! You’re courting death!”

In the next moment, its wings flapped powerfully. Divine might radiated from them, vast and terrifying. From afar, his wings seemed like a golden canopy colliding with the boundless ocean.

Boom! The world shook as endless explosions sounded. The void shattered and countless chaotic Qi billowed out.

Su Chen gripped the Azure Dragon Sword and smashed it downwards. In the blink of an eye, he had exchanged hundreds of blows with the Golden-Winged Roc at extreme speed, almost too fast for the eye to follow. Even saint kings would have found it hard to track their movements.

It was astonishing that Su Chen could fight back against the Golden-Winged Roc’s blinding speed, showing no sign of having just entered the Saint King Realm. His displayed combat strength made even the late-stage saint kings present feel ashamed. Who could exhibit such prowess so soon after reaching the Saint King Realm?

A grating sound was heard. The Golden-Winged Roc let out an earth-shaking scream as golden blood sprayed over the surroundings. One of the figures was shattered in midair, its golden wing mercilessly severed by Su Chen’s sword.

The spectators gasped. This was a Saint King Realm golden-winged roc, renowned in ancient times, his strength formidable. Many expected an intense battle between equals. After all, Su Chen grew stronger against strong opponents, while the roc was no pushover. Their ancestors had fed on true dragons’ flesh and divine phoenix’s marrow. Their race was uniquely mighty among the demons, far exceeding others naturally.

Yet in under fifteen minutes, the roc’s body was blasted apart.

“Everyone!” the roc cried out with difficulty. “This man is now invincible. 1 hope you can attack together to kill him, or we will all fall today. When we die, the myriad races will suffer a calamity! I suppose no one wants to see the myriad races we worked so hard to strengthen completely destroyed for the human race to dominate?”

The roc frantically fled and healed. Incredibly, his body recovered instantly.

Su Chen looked up in surprise. “This is… Black Blood Stone?”

Saints could regrow severed limbs. While not to the extent of blood revival, saint kings were still hard to kill, and resilient against destruction. As long as their divine souls remained, they could resurrect. The roc’s recovery made sense to Su Chen. An ancient roc on par with golden crows would not die so easily. But its speed astonished even Su Chen.

In the golden blood mist, he keenly sensed the Black Blood Stone’s aura – a treasure of dark creatures, extremely rare here. The roc having a piece or two was reasonable. But the extent of its blood revival and recovery speed implied vast quantities, at least 100 million stones worth of power. Su Chen had refined that many before, so he easily perceived it now.

The real question was, with dark creatures virtually extinct here, where did the roc find so many Black Blood Stones?

“That’s right!” the roc said coldly, smiling sinisterly. “You know this is Black Blood Stone, human. But no matter how strong, you cannot kill me!”

In response, Su Chen threw a punch. The Heavenly Emperor Fist enveloped the surroundings. All stars within a million miles trembled, shedding endless starlight onto the roc.

The roc only had time for a sharp cry before Su Chen’s punch blew his body to ashes again, nearly destroying his divine soul.

With one punch, the famous swift roc could not dodge Su Chen. This punch made the saint kings’ hearts tremble with endless fear. Su Chen was too terrifying!

The Long family’s white-haired elder turned ghostly pale, his expression twisted in horror as he shook uncontrollably. The way he now looked at Su Chen was filled with shock.

This was far too alarming! Since even the mighty roc was no match, what use would all of them be if they attacked together?

The Long family elder wasted no time fleeing without hesitation. Revenge, inheritance, quasi-emperor’s coffin – none of that mattered now next to his life.

Yet just as he turned, a figure also slowly walked over to him, crossing thousands of miles in a step as mountains and rivers reversed around him. To others, it seemed as if he had not moved at all as he stood before the elder.

Chaotic Qi billowed, obscuring the figure’s appearance.. But the pitch-black sword he held unleashed an ancient dragon’s roar, dominating heaven and earth!