The Seven Kills Dao Child’s move was so loud and shocking that it startled the others who were still fighting feverishly. They looked toward Jiang Li, finally understanding that this was the current Human Emperor. Had it been before, they would have felt endless admiration and worshipped him like a divine being.
But now, while they still revered Jiang Li and recognized his immense power, deep within, they also felt their own strength was not weak. Some even believed that with their current might, they could stand against an Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon. Under such thoughts, their awe toward Jiang Li had greatly diminished.
Even Li Litong, the man who seized another’s body, thought the same. Now at the Late Integration Stage, he was unusually arrogant, believing that even if an Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon came attacking, he could hold his own.
“Everyone, don’t you want to receive guidance from the Human Emperor Jiang himself? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”
The Seven Kills Dao Child, who had just been kicked flying, steadied his body and roused the crowd, giving those whose hearts were already stirring a reason to act. Jiang Li smiled and said, “Very well.” Then he turned to Qin Luan and Song Ying.
“You two can join them as well. Come, fight me together.”
Song Ying hesitated. She hadn’t gained any temporary surge of power, nor was she blinded by arrogance. She still held awe toward Jiang Li and dared not act rashly.
Moreover, she thought Jiang Li was angry at the crowd’s lack of respect and was using sarcasm. But Qin Luan knew better. He could tell Jiang Li truly meant to take this opportunity to instruct them.
To meet the Human Emperor was already rare beyond words; to receive his personal guidance was a blessing many lifetimes couldn’t bring. If they missed this chance, they would regret it forever.
“Fool! The Human Emperor Jiang intends to teach us, and you’re still hesitating!”
Only then did Song Ying realize it—Jiang Li truly meant to guide them! Hastily, she pulled Qin Luan and joined the growing crowd of eager participants. The first to move was Li Litong.
Previously, he had been kicked flying by Jiang Li. He believed the Human Emperor had humiliated him only because of their difference in cultivation level, and that thought burned in his chest like fire. Now that he had gained a strength he could never have imagined before, he naturally wanted to exact revenge, to repay that single kick.
He imagined himself an enemy of the world, slaying countless foes, devouring endless Vital Blood Power, and pushing his cultivation straight to the peak of the Integration Stage. At this moment, torrents of blood qi surged behind him like a vast ocean breaking through the sky.
The two blood blades he wielded evolved into twin cleavers that could shatter mountains and split seas, radiating a ferocious aura!
“Human Emperor Jiang, please enlighten me!”
Jiang Li no longer held himself to the Late Foundation Establishment Stage. He resumed his true strength and answered simply—with one casual kick. Twin cleavers crossed before Li Litong’s chest as he tried to protect himself, but compared to Jiang Li’s attack, his defense was like paper before the storm.
He was again sent flying far into the distance.
“Brother Litong, I’ll help you!”
The Four-Clawed True Dragon roared and plunged into Li Litong’s ocean of blood qi. In an instant, dragon blood surged, dragon power soared, and even its once-broken dragon horn regrew. The Dragon Race possessed incredibly strong flesh.
Their blood qi was vigorous beyond compare, and now, with the dragon soaking within that ocean of blood energy, its physical body’s strength rose by yet another step. Li Litong once again condensed twin blades of blood qi, joining the True Dragon to launch a combined assault against Jiang Li. Jiang Li didn’t bother holding back.
He seized the two blood blades directly from Li Litong’s hands, then gently grasped his shoulders with both palms—just that little bit of strength was enough to dislocate both of Li Litong’s arms. Then came a single kick. Li Litong’s body shot through the air like a cannonball, crashing through three towering mountains before finally falling unconscious.
Facing the ferocious assault of the Four-Clawed True Dragon, Jiang Li delivered one solid punch that shattered three of its reverse scales. The dragon howled in agony, its cries echoing through the heavens.
“The Human Race also has its own Body Tempering Methods. Mount Sumeru has the Dragon-Tiger Arhat Technique for subduing True Dragons; the Human Emperor Palace has Zhang Konghu, whose flesh alone can endure heavenly tribulation. Why must you stubbornly covet the body of another race?”
Jiang Li grabbed the dragon’s horn and swung, throwing it back into the crowd. The collision sent cultivators scattering in disarray. That single move was a lesson more valuable than any lecture—the dragon awakened instantly.
It realized that it had been blindly pursuing purer Flood Dragon and Dragon Blood to transform itself into a Dragonkin. But human and dragon were fundamentally different in their bodily structures; how could the two ever merge perfectly?
Transforming from dragon form back to human, it bowed deeply to Jiang Li, vowing that when it left this Secret Realm, it would abandon its former beliefs and rediscover the true Dao of Body Refining.
The rest of the crowd had already fought one another before, so they knew well that both Li Litong and the Four-Clawed True Dragon were among the top ten in overall strength. Yet even they couldn’t withstand a single move from Jiang Li. All arrogance evaporated like mist in sunlight.
Everyone understood now—it was impossible to defeat Jiang Li one-on-one. They couldn’t even make him take a single step back. Only if everyone attacked together might there be the slightest chance of pushing him.
“To deal with the Human Emperor, there’s no need to talk about morality—everyone, attack together!”
A voice rang out from the crowd. It was the Seven Kills Dao Child shouting, and as soon as he did, he hid among the people, pretending as though it had nothing to do with him. The words ignited everyone’s fighting spirit.
Those who were already ready to strike unleashed their strongest skills all at once toward Jiang Li. A blazing Golden Crow shone in the sky—it was like a Great Sun blazing above, boiling the air and evaporating all moisture within moments. A clansman of the Sun-Chasing Clan crouched into a sprinter’s stance, his legs gathering immense power.
When he launched forward, his body left afterimages in the air. His massive figure charging ahead looked like Mount Sumeru moving at lightning speed, the sheer momentum earthshaking! From the vast ocean beneath arose a Kun Fish, transforming mid-air into a Great Roc.
One hundred and eight thousand golden feathers shimmered, runic lights weaving the mysteries of change itself. Its beak, sharp as divine metal, could pierce a hole through any Integration Stage cultivator’s body with a single strike! A cultivator who had mastered the Manifestation of Heaven and Earth Technique grew to titanic height, reaching the sky.
His enormous hands, like iron fans, descended, pressing down as if the heavens themselves were collapsing! The Seven Kills Dao Child spat out a mouthful of essence blood, activating seven Immortal Swords imbued with the powers of earthfire, wind, and thunder, each blade swirling with divine light as though rewriting the world anew!
A cultivator who controlled Thunder Tribulation chanted the Heavenly Decree, summoning an Ascension Tribulation Cloud above Jiang Li. Silver lightning flashed, its radiance terrifyingly majestic. The bolts carried the power to stir the Inner Demons of those enduring tribulation, forcing them into mental torment and thunderous destruction.
That man was considered the strongest of the group, having earlier fought multiple opponents at once while still holding dominance, mocking others as beneath him. Jiang Li watched the grand display of attacks before him, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
“A lively bunch of little fellows.”
His tone was calm, almost wistful.
“How I envy all of you—you still have dreams. Unlike me… I can’t even imagine what kind of being could be stronger than myself.”
Jiang Li let out a sigh, seemingly oblivious to the terrifying attacks approaching him, as though murmuring to himself in melancholy. Even though this was just a dream realm, he had not grown stronger. Reason being—he could no longer conceive of any change that would make him stronger than he already was.
He knew of things like two-dimensional weapons, or mathematical destruction devices, but knowing their names was useless—you’d have to understand their principles, their creation. He wasn’t some prodigy physicist; how could he possibly grasp such things? As for Immortal Ascension—he merely lacked entering the Immortal Realm and transforming his Spiritual Qi into Immortal Power, but what exactly was Immortal Power?
He couldn’t even imagine its form. Even if a True Immortal descended before him, Jiang Li had full confidence he could defeat them. As for transforming into another race—since he had reached the Mahayana Stage, the title of “strongest race” had already belonged to the Human Race.
No species could challenge it anymore. As for mastering new Divine Abilities, he could think of techniques like “World-in-Sleeve,” “Bean-Sowing Soldier,” and the like, but to him, those were merely convenient abilities for daily life—useful for carrying or storing things, but not something that would actually make him stronger.
As for obtaining new Immortal Artifacts, he still preferred his Great Halberd kept within his Storage Ring. It just hadn’t seen battle for a long time and now gathered dust—mostly because there simply were no enemies worthy of it.
As for understanding new Laws, Heavenly Tribulation for him was like taking a bath, and as for things like the Time Law or Space Law—they were too abstract. He simply couldn’t picture them.
“Ah… such melancholy.”
As his quiet sigh reached their ears, every cultivator felt their blood boil—not with admiration, but with exasperation. Even Song Ying, the one who admired Jiang Li the most, could barely hold back the urge to strike him.
Too infuriating!
(End of Chapter)