The Immortal Emperor Returns

Everyone from Golden Knife Sect was infuriated.

However, Chu Xun was as calm and indifferent as ever.

“Time to set Golden Knife Formation.”

Qian Lei shouted furiously.

Numerous presbyters from Golden Knife Sect surrounded Chu Xun upon hearing the instructions, leaving him in the middle of the circle.

Chu Xun raised his eyebrows. He was apparently intrigued by that.

“Swoosh!”

Multiple golden blades appeared at the same time. They all reflected the blinding sunlight and Chu Xun had to squint a little.

“This is called "Staggering Light".” Qian Lei said.

All the golden blades danced in mid-air, creating numerous golden patterns, and they were as blinding as flashing lights. Chu Xun had to keep his eyes shut, for all he could see were the golden silhouettes of the blades.

Swoosh!”

One presbyter jumped into the air and aimed his blade right at Chu Xun. His blade let out a screech as it sliced through thin air.

Despite closing his eyes, Chu Xun sneered at their attempts. His divine sense already covered the entire area, so he could sense what they were about to do.

Chu Xun raised one foot and stepped down hard.

“Boom!”

The ground cracked under the great impact, sending mud and rocks flying all over the place.

That presbyter in mid-air could not see clearly as his vision was blocked, so he had to cut through the mud in front of him.

When there was no more mud in his range of vision, however, his pupils enlarged in surprise — Chu Xun was no longer on the ground! He felt a chill at the back of his head immediately. Before he could react to anything, a strong hand already grabbed hold of his head and pressed it to the ground with immense strength.

“Boom!”

That presbyter fell hard onto the ground, head first. His upper body had not reached the ground yet. He kicked his legs for a couple of times, before he died.

His golden blade pierced the ground and landed right next to him. It was still quivering violently and a faint sound could be heard echoing from the blade, as if it was mourning its master"s death.

Everyone else was angry, but also scared to the bones, and they could not help but stop their movements for a second.

“Now is the time for "Blade Cry".”

Qian Lei shouted aggressively.

“Clang! Clang!”

The golden blades. .h.i.t against each other and produced a strange sound that penetrated into one"s soul, making one suffer in great pain.

Even Chu Xun was in a trance for a short moment, yet he escaped from that feeling by channeling his True Energy.

All of a sudden, Chu Xun shifted away to the side.

“Boom!”

The spot where he was before had cracked open. Debris was strewn all over the place, and a horrifying blade mark, about a couple of meters long, was embedded on the ground by the blade.

“Interesting.”

Chu Xun used to find their attacks mundane, yet what he saw piqued his interest greatly.

He thought they were just using some kind of sound wave attack, yet, in fact it was the technique of sound manipulation.

That was a very precious technique, which allowed one to attack by manipulating sounds in any form. This attack did not make any sound, nor did it exist in any physical form, yet it could trigger tremendous powers.

At this moment, Chu Xun arched one eyebrow slightly and shifted away again.

“Boom!”

Another sound blade pierced the spot he was standing. It was so powerful that even more cracks appeared on the ground.

The clashing sound of blades became even more rapid. Chu Xun moved from spot to spot like a b.u.t.terfly. The ground was covered with more mud and debris, and marked with even more blade marks.

Chu Xun was really surprised to know that such techniques existed on Earth.

He always had a hypothesis, one which a.s.sumed that Earth was once powerful and magnificent, and was even on par with the world of cultivation, yet it was no longer the case for some reason.

“Boom!”

A giant rock exploded under its great impact, and a chasm appeared on the once flat ground.

Chu Xun gradually became bored once again. “It seems that Golden Knife Sect only learned the incomplete version of the technique of sound manipulation. It could manipulate sound into multiple forms, yet those people seem to only be able to form a blade with it.” thought Chu Xun, as he felt sorry for Golden Knife Sect who was wasting such an amazing technique.

“Chu Xun, it is not too late to surrender!” shouted Qian Lei, who was in high spirits. Seeing Chu Xun dodging their attacks, Qian Lei felt slightly relieved. “It seems that even he is helpless when faced with the technique of sound manipulation.”

“Chu Xun! You killed our presbyters, so you better be prepared to pay with your life today!” shouted one presbyter.

“With our combined strength, I am sure we can kill him!”

“Today will be your last day on earth, Chu the Devil!”

“Chu Xun! If you agree to hand over your peerless skill and magic formation manual, we will consider sparing your lives and that of your family.”

Suddenly a hint of chill flashed across Chu Xun"s indifferent eyes. He formed a magic signet with his hands and unleashed its power instantly.

It was a technique called "Cry of the Dragon, Call of the Phoenix".

The air vibrated all of a sudden, and a storm appeared out of nowhere. The cry of the dragon shook everyone to the bones, and the call of the phoenix was enough to take one"s soul away.

The sound blade that was formed with the collective strength of all presbyters exploded into thin air.

“You just never learn.” Chu Xun said coldly.

All the presbyters were shocked that the sound blade posed no threat to Chu Xun. Moreover, his attack had greatly upset the flow of their blood. Some of them had blood dripping from the corners of their mouths.

“Time to kill!”

Chu Xun finally became angry. “How dare these despicable thieves still want to take away my fortune and my family!”

With another magic signet, another call of the phoenix resounded in the sky.

A phoenix bathed in heavenly flames appeared in the sky. Its cold, deep eyes overlooked every living being on Earth. With a flip of its wings, it dashed toward the ground, leaving the sky in a burning blaze.

The presbyters facing Chu Xun could not believe what they just witnessed. The corners of their eyes kept twitching.

“Boom!”

A sea of flames engulfed the sky and set everything on fire, letting off multiple crackling noises.

With the touch of the flames, everything was reduced to ashes.

Five presbyters could not escape in time, and what was left of them were only ashes.

Everything that just happened sent a chill into everyone"s bones.

Chu Xun held his magic signet and got ready for another round of attack toward his left.

“Run!” Yan Song shouted anxiously. There were twenty presbyters in Golden Knife Sect, and he had invested a huge amount of time, money and manpower in each of them.

Everyone was considered a treasure to the sect. On the top of Qianlong Mountain. Chu Xun had already slaughtered three presbyters, one of which was a third grade Grandmaster.

Now, Chu Xun slaughtered eight more.

There were only nine presbyters left in Golden Knife Sect left.

Yan Song could feel his heart bleeding.

Chu Xun moved with the speed of light, and his fist gathered power comparable to raging thunder.

Yan Song"s reminder was utterly pointless.

“Puff!”

A presbyter"s head was smashed by Chu Xun"s punch. Chu Xun immediately turned to launch another a.s.sault.

Wherever his fist traveled, a gust of wind followed, which showed how aggressive his punch was.

“Puff!”

Another presbyter let out a miserable screech. Half of his body and arms exploded into a cloud of b.l.o.o.d.y mist.

“Swoosh!”

Chu Xun slashed across the air with his index and middle finger closed together, and a white flash was unleashed as if it was a sharp saber. That presbyter stopped screaming immediately. His head rolled onto the floor and blood gushed out of his neck.

“I am going to kill you!”

Yan Song fought to get near Chu Xun. He raised his golden claymore, as if attempting to cut the sky open. The claymore in his hand had a cold, ominous glow around it.

Chu Xun turned and raised his fist for another punch, instantly.

“Clang!”

Yan Song"s fierce attack was knocked away by Chu Xun.

“Clang! Clang!”

Chu Xun released a series of punches at lightning speed. Each punch was accompanied by the sound of rumbling thunder.

He unleashed at least ten more punches. Each punch hit the golden claymore directly, without any fancy tricks.

With every punch, Yan Song was forced to take one step back. The rocks under his feet were smashed by his strength, leaving deep footprints in his wake.

After about ten punches, Yan Song had already taken at least ten steps back.

Chu Xun"s eyes looked cold and indifferent as usual. He raised his fist and gave another explosive punch.

“Boom!”

This punch hit the back of the claymore accurately with tremendous strength.

Yan Song"s feet touched the ground and he was sent sliding backward like a rock out of a catapult. Two deep furrows were ploughed by his feet.

Chu Xun did not chase after him this time. He kept one hand behind his back and looked at Yan Song coldly.

Yan Song opened his eyes wide in fear. His arms were shaking due to the immense impact. The part between his thumb and index finger had ripped open, because the strength Chu Xun applied to each punch was too much for him to bear.

Qian Lei rushed to Yan Song"s side with the remaining presbyters.

They all looked terrified and alert, and their sights were locked on Chu Xun.

This was because the golden claymore in Yan Song"s hands had numerous cracks on it, which were growing deeper by the second. It seemed like it could break any time.

This golden claymore had been pa.s.sed down for hundreds of years and it had taken the lives of countless number of people. However, it had never been tainted by blood. It was extremely sharp that even hair falling onto its edge would be cut into half with a puff of wind, and it could break the strongest metals. It was so tough that it could completely block off bullets. As a perfect weapon for both offense and defense, it was plain why every householder considered it to be the most precious treasure.

However, it had been broken with Chu Xun"s punches. How strong must one"s arms be in order to achieve that?

The golden claymore could not withstand Chu Xun"s punches, if their bodies were hit by him, the consequences were too terrifying to even think about.

To prove that point, there were already two presbyters who had been smashed into pieces by Chu Xun.

They started growing afraid and regretted provoking Chu Xun, in the first place.