Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1227 - 742 You should know why I can be called the Southern Emperor!_2

Chapter 1227: Chapter 742 You should know why I can be called the Southern Emperor!_2

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A soft whisper sounded in his ear.

"Here they come, right here."

In an instant, Yang Mingli’s hair stood on end. Since becoming the General of Southern Defense, it had been years since someone had been able to approach him so silently.

Tribulation power burst from his entire body, instinctively wanting to turn around and look.

However, that pole pressed down on Yang Mingli’s shoulder, a plain and ordinary object somehow pinning a formidable Third Grade Expert to the chair.

"Don’t move."

The whispering voice was still like a mosquito, yet all three heard a trace of resentment in it.

It was the unwillingness of being oppressed.

This kind of resentment desperately needed a release channel.

"Move again... and I’ll beat you to death."

The tall porter gripped the pole with one hand and gently took off his bamboo hat with the other, his mouth splitting open as he licked his white teeth, a menacing grin gradually appearing on his stubbled face.

A threat cruder than those from street ruffians, but when it came from a renowned Great Demon of the Great Nan Continent, no one would doubt its authenticity.

Yang Mingli felt as if his brain was trembling, and after a brief mental collapse, his attention became more focused than ever, frantically contemplating countermeasures.

Yet even so, his increasingly heavy breathing, due to tension, was an instinctive response uncontrollable by the brain.

"Along the way, I heard a lot of rumors."

"Among them, the name Nanyang was most familiar."

"Could I ask, who among you is General Nanyang?"

The tall porter casually tossed the bamboo hat to the ground, now deep in the mid-levels of the Divine Dynasty’s Great Nan Continent, enveloped by the overwhelming Emperor’s Aura, surrounded by the most elite experts of the Divine Dynasty; he appeared relaxed and unhurried, even having the mind to solve the puzzle in his heart.

For, according to the encounters in Southern Continent, all its failed arrangements seemed inextricably linked to this title.

The Southern Emperor was truly curious about which sacred figure possessed such power while being able to do everything flawlessly.

It disrupted its own plans, resulting in a forced approach to break into the continent.

It slowly scanned the three people before it: "None of you are speaking?"

The stubble on the man’s face gently quivered as he silently laughed: "Since that’s the case, then let’s assume all three of you are Nanyang."

This was a question that didn’t require an answer.

If truly capable, one would naturally see it at a glance; if dead, whether one was Nanyang would be irrelevant.

Though pinned with a pole, under the intense gaze of the trio, it simply and smoothly released the pole.

Following that, the man lazily stretched in front of the trio, emitting a yawn that echoed like rolling thunder.

"Ha——"

With this muffled sound, his strong body suddenly emitted an indigo light. The previously taut skin began to ripple like water and transform into layers, his entire body swelling frantically like an inflating balloon!

"Attack!"

Yan Lanting suddenly shouted furiously.

The ancient records contained the most concerning description of this Great Demon’s terrifyingly enormous form.

In other words, this beast doesn’t even need to use any means. Just revealing its true form could reduce the entire Glazed Prefecture City to ruins!

All three generals of Southern Defense simultaneously invoked the Demon Slaying Order.

The Emperor’s Aura within those tokens was far superior to that in Ye Lan’s possession.

Having been colleagues for many years, at this moment, no communication was needed to understand each other’s intentions. Without any hesitation, Yang Mingli and Feng Xi seized the porter’s left and right arms, while Yan Lanting encircled its waist.

They simultaneously summoned Tribulation Power, intending to send it skyward.

"..."

Wushan approached in an urgent, frantic pace, but upon reaching the courtyard entrance, inexplicably paused.

He stood there dumbfounded, staring into the courtyard.

Only a moment ago, it seemed like the three adults had subdued the porter, but with the swift swelling of that indigo meat mountain, they appeared as three ants clinging to the branches of a giant celestial tree, swaying in the wind.

Wushan went from looking outwardly calm to standing in slack-jawed awe in the blink of an eye.

The familiar silhouette seemed to pull him back to his childhood in an instant, the day his family was exterminated, when he looked up to see that fleeting yet terrifying image in the sky that would forever linger in his memory.

Wushan pursued rigorous self-study for years. Night after night, he imagined the day he would once again stand before that figure, delivering bold, resounding words to unleash his inner resentment.

But at this moment, all he could do was shift from that distant, unattainable view to a slightly closer vantage, marveling upward.

The speech he had rehearsed for years turned into just a few trembling words amidst involuntary shivers.

"Sou...Southern Emperor!"

Even before the words were fully spoken, the indigo meat mountain had already grown to be the size of the entire Prefecture City, hovering above the myriad lives of Glazed Prefecture, shading the sun and moon, scattering the vast white clouds, and plunging the earth into darkness.

"Lift it for me!!"

Even when facing the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva back then, Yan Lanting managed to force himself out of the main hall.

But now, with the Southern Emperor not even making a move, this old man let out a voice-cracking roar!

He was the only one among them to have completed the Three-Three Transformation as a cultivator, and held the Demon Slaying Order, a mysterious object, the dense Emperor’s Aura nearly enveloping his entire body, forming a golden robe.

The three generals of Southern Defense pressed their palms into the blubber, managing only just to barely send the indigo meat mountain skyward one more time, showing signs of exhaustion before even truly beginning a confrontation!

The previous yawn turned into peals of laughter.

The Southern Emperor finally withdrew its stretching arms, gazed indifferently at the ant-like Yan Lanting on its body, and shook its head: "You cannot be Nanyang."

Next, it looked at Feng Xi: "Nor you."

Finally, the meat mountain disdainfully glanced at Yang Mingli: "You are even less likely."

Inhaling, it abruptly sank downward.

With a simple motion, the Emperor’s Aura on the three generals of Southern Defense abruptly dissipated, their faces turned crimson to near bleeding, and in descending order by cultivation level, they spurted blood plasma.

"Puh!"

They had no chance to unleash their respective methods. If they refused to let go, it seemed they would be directly crushed to death like this.

Besides the overwhelming power coursing through their bodies.

The thunderous laughter in their ears was so deafening that it almost shattered their Divine Souls, veins appearing in the whites of their eyes.

As the Southern Emperor began to lose interest, about to crush all three, its eyelids suddenly lifted. Out of nowhere, ripples appeared in the air, as if a large invisible mouth swallowing all three of them.

"..."

The Southern Emperor ceased laughing, quietly gazing down at the land below.

Soon, its gaze returned to that courtyard.

Unknown when it happened, those three cultivators were back on the ground, sitting weakly in chairs supported by a lone, slender figure.

The black robe fluttered gently, as the person bent over to relieve Yan Lanting of the remaining force on his body, then stood straight once more, turned silently, and gazed at the indigo meat mountain in the sky.

This was the first time the two locked eyes in Glazed Prefecture.

The Southern Emperor recognized the fair, handsome face. It had only witnessed this face once but remembered it vividly.

From the Seven Saint Marsh to the Great Nan Continent reunion, unchanged was the contempt and arrogance in those brows and eyes.

"Hahaha..."

The Southern Emperor drew a laugh from its throat, a laugh that carried the same unwillingness as before, this unwillingness soon faded, replaced by unmistakable fury.

It realized the issue lay in the conflict between two sects, and it was caught in the middle, but never suspected—

They shared the same Southern Sumeru.

Someone forced it to break into the continent, while another used the Demon Race to make a name.

The Southern Emperor assumed it had unwittingly become a dog driven by that group of monks, only to realize it wasn’t even a hunting dog, merely a toy to be mocked by the monks within a cage.

"So, ha, so the Bodhisattva is actually Nanyang!"

Perhaps due to its excessive girth, it laughed until it was out of breath, quickly regaining composure under Shen Yi’s solitary stance, its expression twisting into rage.

Relying on the Great Sect allowed such arrogance, yet it forgot the hardest truth in this world.

"The Bodhisattva will soon understand why I dare to use the name of the Southern Emperor and still live to this day."

Before it finished speaking, the Southern Emperor’s eyes were filled with mockery, uncaring of those matters, the things that made the monk arrogantly speak in its presence meant so little.

Nothing but a buffoon.

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