There is a legend that tells of an ancient divine notebook so powerful that everyone desires it. Unfortunately, the book is said to be nothing more than a myth.
After centuries, the book's existence was heard of again, but its owner was a cruel demon emperor. Only a few dared to challenge him, but those who did met a gruesome end.
The ancient emperors, upon hearing of this, immediately went to confront the demon emperor.
Meanwhile, the demon emperor was conversing with his wife about the matter.
"My husband, are you sure about keeping that notebook? Everyone keeps attacking you. Is it really more important than your life?" asked Xu Mei, the demon emperor's wife, with concern.
"Are you worried about me? Hahahaha, don't worry. No one can defeat me, not even those ancient emperors," replied Zhao Ying arrogantly.
"It's not that, I just have a bad feeling," said Xu Mei sadly.
Zhao Ying stroked his wife's head and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I promise." His voice was calm, trying to reassure Xu Mei.
Xu Mei's sadness turned into emotion and a bit of joy. "You promise, right? That you won't get hurt. You have to keep that promise," she said with a happy expression.
With a faint smile, Zhao Ying replied, "Yes, I promise."
However, as they were talking, the ancient emperors suddenly arrived and challenged Zhao Ying.
"Is this the place?" asked the Sword Emperor, the leader of the group.
"Yes, Master. This is the place," replied a disciple from the sword sect.
"Zhao Ying, hand over the ancient divine notebook, and I will spare you," said the Sword Emperor sternly.
Hearing the challenge, Zhao Ying prepared to go out, but Xu Mei stopped him, still filled with worry.
"My husband, wait. You'll be okay, right?" asked Xu Mei nervously.
Zhao Ying smiled softly. "Yes, I'll be fine," he said calmly.
With confident steps, Zhao Ying went out to face the ancient emperors. Arrogantly, he said, "Just a bunch of old men? You think you can defeat me? Hahahaha, how amusing!"
The Dao Emperor, one of the ancient emperors, laughed. "You're amusing too, Zhao Ying. There are seven of us, and you're alone. Do you really think you can defeat us?"
Zhao Ying simply smirked. "Very well, I'll show you the difference between us."
The battle erupted. Zhao Ying swiftly attacked the disciples of the sword sect, cutting off their hands and draining their life force until they withered. The Sword Emperor, seeing his disciples brutally killed, became enraged and charged at Zhao Ying.
"You truly are a demon, Zhao Ying! I'll make sure you die today!" shouted the Sword Emperor.
A fierce battle ensued. The ancient emperors fought with all their might, but Zhao Ying seemed unstoppable. During the fight, the Dao Emperor was struck by Zhao Ying's attack, resulting in his hand being severed. Zhao Ying picked up the hand and tasted it, showing a satisfied expression. The ancient emperors were stunned, shocked by Zhao Ying's cruelty.
The battle continued, and Zhao Ying increasingly displayed his terrifying power.
There is a legend that tells of an ancient divine notebook so powerful that everyone desires it. Unfortunately, the book is said to be nothing more than a myth.
After centuries, the book's existence was heard of again, but its owner was a cruel demon emperor. Only a few dared to challenge him, but those who did met a gruesome end.
The ancient emperors, upon hearing of this, immediately went to confront the demon emperor.
Meanwhile, the demon emperor was conversing with his wife about the matter.
"My husband, are you sure about keeping that notebook? Everyone keeps attacking you. Is it really more important than your life?" asked Xu Mei, the demon emperor's wife, with concern.
"Are you worried about me? Hahahaha, don't worry. No one can defeat me, not even those ancient emperors," replied Zhao Ying arrogantly.
"It's not that, I just have a bad feeling," said Xu Mei sadly.
Zhao Ying stroked his wife's head and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I promise." His voice was calm, trying to reassure Xu Mei.
Xu Mei's sadness turned into emotion and a bit of joy. "You promise, right? That you won't get hurt. You have to keep that promise," she said with a happy expression.
With a faint smile, Zhao Ying replied, "Yes, I promise."
However, as they were talking, the ancient emperors suddenly arrived and challenged Zhao Ying.
"Is this the place?" asked the Sword Emperor, the leader of the group.
"Yes, Master. This is the place," replied a disciple from the sword sect.
"Zhao Ying, hand over the ancient divine notebook, and I will spare you," said the Sword Emperor sternly.
Hearing the challenge, Zhao Ying prepared to go out, but Xu Mei stopped him, still filled with worry.
"My husband, wait. You'll be okay, right?" asked Xu Mei nervously.
Zhao Ying smiled softly. "Yes, I'll be fine," he said calmly.
With confident steps, Zhao Ying went out to face the ancient emperors. Arrogantly, he said, "Just a bunch of old men? You think you can defeat me? Hahahaha, how amusing!"
The Dao Emperor, one of the ancient emperors, laughed. "You're amusing too, Zhao Ying. There are seven of us, and you're alone. Do you really think you can defeat us?"
Zhao Ying simply smirked. "Very well, I'll show you the difference between us."
The battle erupted. Zhao Ying swiftly attacked the disciples of the sword sect, cutting off their hands and draining their life force until they withered. The Sword Emperor, seeing his disciples brutally killed, became enraged and charged at Zhao Ying.
"You truly are a demon, Zhao Ying! I'll make sure you die today!" shouted the Sword Emperor.
A fierce battle ensued. The ancient emperors fought with all their might, but Zhao Ying seemed unstoppable. During the fight, the Dao Emperor was struck by Zhao Ying's attack, resulting in his hand being severed. Zhao Ying picked up the hand and tasted it, showing a satisfied expression. The ancient emperors were stunned, shocked by Zhao Ying's cruelty.
The battle continued, and Zhao Ying increasingly displayed his terrifying power. Yet, behind his arrogance, there was a promise he made to Xu Mei—a promise that he would remain unharmed. Would he be able to keep that promise, or would this battle change everything? Only time would tell.