Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

When leaving the Yuelan Ancient Battlefield, Su Han didn’t encounter a single Yin soldier again. Even the dense fog of Yin Energy had thinned somewhat. It seemed that with the disappearance of the Yin soldiers, the Yin Energy here would also fall to a normal level. Perhaps in a few more years, the area would fully recover.

Using Thousand Changes and Transformations, Su Han once again assumed the appearance of the Nineteenth Prince. He strode forward at great speed and left the Yuelan Ancient Battlefield in no time at all.

”Hmm?”

Su Han’s brow furrowed in confusion when he saw that the Bai Xu Saint and the Iron Grinding Saint, who should have been here, were gone. Even the Crane Sword Saint was nowhere to be seen.

Where had they gone? Could something unexpected have happened?

WHOOSH!

Just as Su Han was pondering this, countless brilliant Formation Patterns ignited. They interwove with blinding speed, trapping him within.

Soon, a Great Formation was activated. This was no ordinary formation; it was a Low-Grade Holy Formation. A formation that reaches the Holy realm possesses extraordinary power and is influenced by the forces of time, making its might far surpass that of any Dao Formation.

ROAR!

A dragon’s cry suddenly resounded as countless Formation Patterns interwove, coalescing into a gigantic dragon born from the formation itself. This dragon was a kilometer long and shrouded in mist, fading in and out of view. It was strikingly lifelike, with every piece of its Scale Armor visible, as if a True Dragon had descended to wage war on heaven and earth.

The Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation!

Su Han’s gaze sharpened. Drawing upon the memories inherited from the white-haired man, he instantly recognized the Holy Formation’s origin.

This was the Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation, a specialized trapping and killing array. Anyone caught inside would face a relentless barrage of attacks, as if battling an actual nether dragon. Moreover, the formation could seal time and space and cut off all Spiritual Energy. Those trapped for too long would be slowly drained of their strength until they died of exhaustion.

This formation didn’t exist before; otherwise, it wouldn’t have escaped my Nine Heavens Eye. It must have been set up after I entered the Yuelan Ancient Battlefield. The only ones here after I went in were the Bai Xu Saint and the Iron Grinding Saint. Could they have been lured away? Or... were they the enemies all along?

I have no conflicts of interest with the Bai Xu Saint, and based on the Nineteenth Prince’s memories, we have no history of enmity. As for the Iron Grinding Saint... did he do this because I was going to take his Soul Severing Sword? But the Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation is no ordinary array; it’s a trap designed to kill. This isn’t meant to teach me a lesson—it’s an attempt on my life! Was it the Bai Xu Saint? The Iron Grinding Saint? Or both of them? Or perhaps... there’s someone else pulling the strings!

I don’t believe the Bai Xu Saint and the Iron Grinding Saint would dare plot against a prince. If they did, they would be hunted down and killed, no matter where they fled. Unless, of course, someone behind them is powerful enough to take the blame.

A flash of insight crossed Su Han’s mind, and he instantly thought of two people: the Second Prince and the Third Prince.

Li Mingliang had warned him to be wary of the Second and Third Princes. He hadn’t paid it much mind at the time, but it seemed he had underestimated his enemies.

Of course, this is all just my own speculation. I don’t know the truth, and I could just as easily be wrong.

But for now, the most urgent task was to break this formation and save himself. Otherwise, everything else was just empty talk.

Where is the Crane Sword Saint?

Su Han focused his mind, trying to sense the Crane Sword Saint’s location. His Vajra Subduing Demons technique not only subdued others but also created a special connection with them. But now, that connection was gone. There was only one possibility: the Crane Sword Saint was dead.

It seems the situation is even worse than I anticipated!

CLANK!

The uniform, disciplined scraping of armor plates suddenly echoed through the air.

Su Han looked up and saw a hundred-man squad appear, clad in black armor and wielding longswords. These were not Yin soldiers but real soldiers—soldiers of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty.

The soldiers stood at the ready, silent and imposing. The iron-blooded aura they emanated was enough to make anyone’s expression change. Furthermore, this hundred-man squad was incredibly strong; they were all experts of the Supreme Realm. Though most were only in the First or Second Layer, a force of a hundred Supreme Realm experts was terrifying in itself.

Dead Soldiers!

Su Han’s eyes narrowed as he sensed a peculiar quality from these black-armored soldiers. These were not ordinary soldiers. They were specially trained Dead Soldiers, fearless in the face of death and driven by only one thing: their mission. That made them far more formidable than any regular army.

Seeing these black-armored soldiers immediately brought the Third Prince to mind. It seems my guess was right. This must be his handiwork!

The Third Prince had served in the army for many years, campaigning across the land and expanding the Heavenly Sword Dynasty’s territory. He had earned immense military merit and was considered the foremost figure in the army. This hundred-man squad was clearly from the army. Who else but the Third Prince could deploy a hundred Supreme Realm Dead Soldiers at a moment’s notice?

The Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation, combined with a hundred Supreme Realm Dead Soldiers, was a truly extravagant lineup. Even a Saint would likely perish here. This time, the Third Prince had truly spared no expense. His target was singular: Su Han’s life.

BOOM!

The hundred-man squad was silent and solemn, but their attack was terrifying. Moving as one, they raised their longswords in perfect unison. Every single blade was a Supreme Grade Dao Artifact; not one was of a lower grade.

WHOOSH!

The hundred-man squad attacked at once, their killing intent surging like a tide. In the next moment, they all slashed down with their swords simultaneously, without a fraction of a second’s difference. In an instant, over a hundred Sword Radiances, each brimming with overwhelming killing intent, shot out and fused in mid-air. They formed a single, kilometer-long Sword Radiance. It was so condensed it seemed solid, practically radiating raw killing intent and a terrifying sharpness. Like a Saint’s attack, it effortlessly tore through space with unstoppable Sword Momentum, hurtling straight for Su Han.

BOOM!

Simultaneously, the entire Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation activated. A dragon’s claw, formed from countless Formation Patterns, materialized behind Su Han. It was a hundred meters wide, as large as a small mountain, and seethed with dense Death Qi as it lunged at him.

At this moment, Su Han was caught in a pincer attack between the kilometer-long Sword Radiance from the front and the hundred-meter dragon claw from behind, leaving him no room to escape. Both attacks were terrifyingly powerful. If the real Nineteenth Prince had been here, his only option would have been to use the Sword-shaped Jade Pendant.

”One Sword Breaks Myriad Spells!”

Su Han reached out, retrieving the Soul Severing Sword he had just obtained from his Bronze Ring. He immediately channeled his Slaughter Sword Intent into the blade and executed the technique, unleashing a five-meter-long Slaughter Sword Qi to meet the kilometer-long Sword Radiance.

CLANG!

The Slaughter Sword Qi collided with the kilometer-long Sword Radiance. Both attacks began to fracture, and in the end, they shattered and dissipated at the exact same moment.

But while Su Han was occupied blocking the massive Sword Radiance with his sword, the hundred-meter dragon claw had already closed in, striking his back.

In this split second, Su Han found himself in grave danger, his life hanging by a thread.