Chapter 0141

Chapter 141: Our Weakest Is Your Strongest!

Above the Imperial Capital, saintly might surged and thunder rolled. The world witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime scene: four saints battling in the sky, shaking heaven and earth.

You Jing Feng roared, “Proud Dragon Repents!” A talisman shot forth, piercing the void and blooming with endless light. He followed at once as his muscles bulged like a wild dragon coming into the world. He punched and cried, “Great Might Heavenly Dragon Fist!” The blow pressed down on ten thousand paths.

The two Devil Kings grew grim and each threw out a hidden trump card to break the old man’s assault.

Right then, two drifting hairs fell from the sky and landed on their bodies.

With a soft pop, the Heavenly Devil’s head was sliced off and hovered in midair.

The Sword Saint had acted. All things and all images could serve as his sword. He had reached the realm where no sword wins over the sword.

The devils howled. In an instant the two Devil Kings snapped their heads back on and stood whole again.

You Jing Feng clicked his tongue and said to the Sword Saint, “Young man, why are you so drained?” He had long admired him by name, but what he saw today was off. The Sword Saint showed only about sixty percent of his rumored strength, and his face looked worn-out, which was very unusual for a saint.

The Sword Saint blurted, “Don’t bring it up. It’s because of my lover…” He had worried day and night about his Dao Companion’s safety, and it had dragged down his condition. But in the old man’s ears, that reason got twisted.

You Jing Feng gasped and scolded, “Heavens! As a saint you wore yourself out doing that sort of thing? You’re a lust fiend. Youngsters must learn restraint!”

The Sword Saint sucked in a cold breath and said through clenched teeth, “If you can’t speak nicely, then don’t speak at all.”

“Enough out of you two!” The Eighth Heavenly King and the Ninth Heavenly King barked, cutting off the banter.

For these proud devils, today had been awful. In the last exchange they were completely suppressed. If the Sword Saint had been at full strength, they might have been doomed.

But the reports on Humans said otherwise. Weren’t Human bodies fragile, easy to kill with a light shove? Weren’t their weaknesses obvious, making it impossible for them to last in a drawn-out fight without showing a fatal flaw? Then why were these two as strong as Monsters, beating them into silence?

“Nonsense, all of it is nonsense!” the Ninth Heavenly King cursed. “That lowly traitor Holy Heart left us false intel. We should have killed her long ago!”

Holy Heart kept quiet. She had truly been wronged. Before she met Zhou Tong, she didn’t believe the old legends about Humans either. Now she had to admit it: this race was unfathomable. Even if they looked weakened, anyone who tried to press them down had better be ready to get smashed.

You Jing Feng said coldly, “Surprised? Let me tell you why. You think Humans are weak because at your strongest, you met the weakest Humans.”

The two devils trembled. Thinking it over, cold sweat ran down their backs. The old man had a point. A million years ago, when the Human race stood at its peak, several Emperors reigned side by side, and even the arrogant God Clan was wiped out by Humans. In those days, the Devil Race bowed their heads and crawled under Human might.

Glory rises and falls. A million years passed, and Humans declined just as the Devil Race rose, allowing devils to suppress the Human race. Even so, they still couldn’t crush Humans, and the two sides now stood nearly toe to toe. The more the devils thought about it, the more it chilled them.

The Ninth Heavenly King hissed to his brother, “Eighth, none of these top Human experts can be allowed to live.”

“You’re right,” the Eighth Heavenly King answered. “We end their line today. No second chance for them to rise.”

“Call reinforcements.”

They traded a look and burst with demonic power. The void churned, and a heavier devil aura smashed through space and arrived.

“The third Devil King!” People below went numb. Many just sat down, staring in a daze. It felt like a dream—no, even in a dream they wouldn’t see five saints fighting at once. So they steadied their hearts and watched the sky without fear. Someone even threw his chest out and said, “I bet this isn’t the end. More saints will join in.”

He got booed at once: “Nonsense. You think saints grow like cabbages?”

While they argued, the sky exploded in another clash. This time the Human saints felt real pressure. The Seventh Heavenly King was on a different level from the other two, and with all three devils teaming up, the Humans had to play defense.

“This devil isn’t ordinary,” the Sword Saint said, face dark. With the Wordless Root of Wisdom, he saw a phantom behind the Seventh Heavenly King—his special dharma form, a powerful avatar not weaker than his true body.

Suddenly that avatar struck, vicious and sly, stabbing at You Jing Feng’s vital point. The Sword Saint yanked You Jing Feng back in a rush, but that opened a huge flaw.

“Die!” the three devils roared as they combined a terrifying blow.

“No you don’t!” You Jing Feng snapped. He flicked his wrist, and a talisman flew out. It shone brighter than the last ones. The power inside it exceeded a normal ninth-rank Talisman. It was obviously the full version of Zhou Tong’s auctioned Talisman Ninety-One: Thousand-Hand Pure Heaven Purge Cannon.

The Talisman fired first, so fast that it detonated before the devils could act, blasting them point-blank. The explosion thundered, yet no shockwave spread, because the destructive force was driven inward with no waste at all.

When the smoke cleared, the three devils screamed. This strike carried a force that specifically restrained the Devil Race, dealing them real damage.

“Unbelievable!” Zhao Wu Tian stared, stunned. He had one of these Talismans too. It would serve well as his life-saving trump card.

The three Devil Kings bared their fangs. Though hurt, their auras flared even fiercer. They snarled, “Humans, we will tear you to pieces! You don’t have any more of those Talismans, do you? Then die!”

They rushed in at full power.

But just then, the space behind them split open. A youth leaped out, wrapped in endless, mysterious might. He raised his voice, shaking the heavens as he cried: “Heaven and Earth Manifestation!”