bioinnovel Chapter 726 The Emperor in a sorry state
Chapter 726 The Emperor in a sorry state
At this moment, where is the supreme emperor who once possessed the lofty and untainted demeanor of the mastermind behind the scenes of eternity?
His once pristine white robes were now covered in numerous holes, resembling the tattered rags of a beggar.
Through his tattered clothes, one could clearly see countless sword marks of varying depths crisscrossing his otherwise flawless skin.
Some sword wounds were almost healed, while others were so deep that the bone was visible, and one could even see the internal organs inside, emitting a chaotic glow, throbbing with difficulty.
Without exception, these wounds oozed a blinding golden blood, turning him into a pitiful, blood-soaked figure.
This was already the umpteenth time the Emperor had been injured by that white sword light in this absurd chase.
His proud Chaos Saint Body, with its heaven-defying mechanism that makes him immune to all supernatural powers and magic under the Immortal Path, became a complete joke when faced with the sword law of the white-robed youth behind him, which had the characteristic of "ignoring all defenses".
His body was like tofu, completely defenseless, in front of his opponent. If the sword light hit him, he would surely be torn apart and covered in blood.
While desperately urging his internal energy to repair the deep, bone-revealing wounds, the Emperor continued to run forward like a stray dog.
Logically speaking, with his perfect Ancient Sacred Body and Chaos Sacred Body, his physical recovery ability should have already reached an incredible level.
Even if he is beaten to the point of having only a drop of blood and a broken bone by an extremely powerful expert of the same level, he can regenerate in an instant and return to his peak state.
This extraordinary resilience is one of the key factors that has enabled him to remain invincible for thousands of years.
But now, in this one-sided pursuit, his once-proud regenerative abilities seem to have encountered their natural enemy, becoming sluggish and powerless.
The Emperor clearly felt that every time he activated the vast life essence within his body in an attempt to heal the sword wounds, a faint silver-white light would shimmer at the wound site.
That was the sword law left on the wound by the young man in white!
This sword technique not only ignores defenses and cuts through his flesh, but also contains an ultimate power of destruction and suppression.
It's like a persistent carbuncle, stubbornly clinging to those broken veins and flesh.
This force significantly slowed down the Emperor's self-healing speed.
What's even more deadly is that the white-clad youth's sword is just too fast!
The Emperor's recovery mechanism was so close that it didn't have time to slowly erase the remaining sword intent.
Before the old wounds had fully healed, new sword marks were already appearing.
With old wounds and new injuries, the residual sword law accumulated more and more in his body, causing his recovery ability to be suppressed to an appalling low, completely unable to keep up with the speed at which his body was being damaged.
If this state continues, no matter how vast his vital energy is, it will eventually be completely depleted.
However, the Emperor remained completely unperturbed by this.
If it comes down to a war of attrition, he clearly has the absolute advantage.
He knew very well that although the white-clad youth behind him had a "defense-ignoring" mechanism that made people feel hopeless, the other party was, after all, just a future phantom that had been forcibly summoned.
It's just a phantom; without a real flesh and blood body as its foundation and without a continuous source of the Great Dao as its support, it simply can't last long.
He only needs to hold out until the phantom disappears, and that will be a victory.
The only downside to this method is that you're constantly being chased around, which is quite embarrassing.
But now, the Emperor no longer cares about losing face; he cares more about his life than about losing face.
In fact, at the very beginning of this humiliating escape, how could the Emperor, who had once dominated the heavens and earth for countless years, be willing to be chased and hacked like a duck?
He had also tried to stop and turn around to fight the strange young man who had emerged from the river of time.
The Emperor's idea at the time was crazy, but also very logical—to exchange injury for injury!
Since my defenses are ineffective against you, and since your sword can easily cut through my sacred body, then I will not defend myself!
I'll risk taking your sword strike, but as long as I can land a solid punch on your phantom, with the Chaos Holy Body's violent power that can shatter all the heavens and myriad worlds, I'll be able to obliterate your incorporeal phantom in an instant!
The ability of a phantom to withstand blows cannot possibly be very high!
With this do-or-die determination, the Emperor abruptly stopped his escape.
Like a raging ancient beast, he charged fearlessly toward the white-robed youth, braving the endless silver sword net.
His right hand clenched into a fist, and the extremely dense chaotic laws condensed into a small black hole on his fist imprint, radiating terrifying fluctuations capable of shattering everything.
At that moment, the Emperor's eyes were filled with cruelty and anticipation.
He was even mentally prepared to have his chest pierced by the opponent, hoping that this punch would finally end this terrible nightmare.
However, the harsh reality was like a resounding slap, shattering all his pride and calculations.
He wanted to get close to the other party, to crush that phantom with absolute power in close combat.
However, the moment he truly stepped into the area surrounding the young man in white, he truly understood what real despair meant, and what an insurmountable barrier was.
At that moment, the white-robed youth merely raised an eyebrow as he watched the Emperor pounce on him like a mad dog, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Then, he casually flipped the silver longsword in his hand.
"Zheng—!!!"
A sword cry that seemed to pierce the soul exploded in the Emperor's mind.
Immediately afterwards, the Emperor witnessed the most terrifying scene of his life.
A terrifying sword aura, whose sharpness defies description, appeared directly in front of him, like primordial light that transcends countless ages. It ignored the chaotic black hole on his fist imprint, which was powerful enough to shatter stars, and ignored the surging, violent blood and qi around him.
The sword energy, without any warning, crisscrossed and struck his face directly!
The Emperor could even clearly feel that the moment the sword energy touched his skin, his proud Chaos Saint Body did not produce the slightest resistance. It melted and was cut open as quickly as ice and snow under the scorching sun.
The scent of death, like a cold tide, overwhelmed his senses in an instant.
If he hadn't lost his other arm in exchange for that moment of rapid retreat...
That sword pierced directly through his brow, penetrating his soul and killing him instantly.