Chapter 1091: Chapter 1092: Jiuli Saintess!
As Ling Feng lost consciousness, the transformation of Chaos Rebirth dissolved on its own, reverting back to the original form.
The Silver Wolf Demon Emperor snorted slightly, also returning to his normal form, glancing at Mu Qianxue, and raised his right hand, with sharp claws flashing with a cold light on his fingers.
"Get out of the way! If you want to be buried with him, I can fulfill your wish!"
With Mu Qianxue’s cultivation, even a flick from the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor could take her life, but he still wanted to give some face to the Purple Dragon Envoy.
If Mu Qianxue insisted on not stepping aside, he could not be blamed for being ruthless.
"If you want to kill Brother Ling, you’ll have to step over my dead body!"
Mu Qianxue bit her silver teeth tightly, her eyes filled with absolute determination.
This time, it’s my turn to protect you!
Even if it means dying with you!
"Xue’er, come back!"
Bai Su frowned deeply, today’s Ling Feng was doomed, but Mu Qianxue didn’t need to die with him!
This silly girl!
"I won’t let anyone harm Brother Ling, never!"
Mu Qianxue gritted her teeth, standing protectively in front of Ling Feng, unmoved.
"Fine, very well! You’ve brought this upon yourself!"
The Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, covered in blood, had borne the brunt of Ling Feng’s final frenzy in the previous battle. Even with his Peak Demon Emperor cultivation, he had been battered by Ling Feng’s counterattack.
Since Mu Qianxue wanted to be buried with him, he didn’t mind killing one more.
"Then you can die with this little bastard!"
Suddenly, the figure of the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor shot out like a ghost, and just one claw could easily snap Mu Qianxue’s slender neck.
Closer!
Getting closer!
However, just when everyone thought Mu Qianxue was about to perish, a massive stele, several meters high, descended from the sky above, crashing heavily onto the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor’s head like a meteorite.
Bang!
A cloud of dust billowed open.
The next moment, flesh and blood splattered!
A Peak Demon Emperor’s brains burst, as the stele smashed him hard into the ground, his body twitching, clearly on the verge of death.
"What is happening!"
"This... what is going on?"
Everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe the scene unfolding before them.
Even the Emperor Dark Dragon frowned. Someone had approached right under his nose without a sound and killed the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor instantly!
As the dust gradually settled, everyone’s gaze fixed on that massive stele.
On the stele, the words "Jiuli" were boldly engraved, and atop the stele stood a cold-faced youth, one foot lightly touching the stele’s top, his cloak fluttering in the fierce wind.
"Jiuli..."
The pupils of the Emperor Dark Dragon contracted sharply, as if recalling something, yet also slightly disbelieving.
"Demon Emperor! Damn it, your life is forfeit!"
The Silver Snake Demoness was enraged upon seeing the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor die on the spot, and she channeled her Demon Essence, ready to attack the youth on the stele, but was struck and sent flying by the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor mid-air.
"Demon Emperor, you?"
The Silver Snake Demoness spewed a mouthful of blood in confusion, looking at the Emperor Dark Dragon.
"Who are you?"
The Emperor Dark Dragon ignored the Silver Snake Demoness’s question, took a deep breath, rose slowly from his golden throne, and stared gravely at the youth.
Though he sensed that the youth’s cultivation was not strong, the stele engraved with "Jiuli" made him extremely cautious.
"Who I am doesn’t matter, what matters is that the Jiuli Divine Race’s Saintess is not someone you can just kill."
That cold-faced youth swung his sleeve, speaking coldly: "That Silver Wolf Demon Emperor courted death by offending the Saintess. I’ve cleaned your house on behalf of the Demon Emperor, lest in the future, the Divine Race holds you accountable and flattens your Dark Dragon Palace, and that wouldn’t be good, right?"
"Is it really... the Jiuli Divine Race?"
The Emperor Dark Dragon couldn’t help but draw in a breath. Even though the cold youth spoke such outrageous words as "flatten the Dark Dragon Palace," he dared not challenge it.
The Jiuli Divine Race, legendary existences! Among the Divine Race, there were beings far beyond a Great Emperor, even at the Saint Realm or Ancestor Realm level!
The stele that the youth just released was clearly an Immortal Artifact, capable of easily killing a Peak Demon Emperor on the spot.
"You don’t believe?"
The cold-faced youth glanced at the Emperor Dark Dragon, and the once sovereign-looking Demon Emperor lowered his head, hurriedly explaining, "Dare not, dare not."
All the Elders and disciples of the Dark Dragon Palace were dumbfounded; the origins of this youth were terrifying to the point that even the Demon Emperor was so tolerant of him.
Only those at the level of the Eight Great Dragon Envoys might have heard some legends about the Divine Race to understand the current feelings of the Emperor Dark Dragon.
Could beings of such caliber really descend to a small place like the Eastern Spirit Domain?
Especially the Purple Dragon Envoy, Bai Su, stared in disbelief at Mu Qianxue. Her little disciple was actually a Saintess of the Divine Race?
The Divine Race!
"Hmph, of course, you wouldn’t dare!"
The cold-faced youth leaped from the stele, landing lightly on the ground, completely ignoring the Emperor Dark Dragon, and calmly approached Mu Qianxue, sighing softly: "Saintess, it’s time to return with me. I imagine your memories should have been restored to this part by now."
"It’s you..."
Mu Qianxue raised her eyes, looking at the cold-faced youth, indeed it was Yee Weiyang.
(PS: When Ling Feng took Mu Qianxue and others to the Southern Border, it was mentioned that Yee Weiyang had also followed Mu Qianxue away from the Imperial City. See "Chapter 960: The Road of the Strong.")
"It’s me."
Yee Weiyang lightly raised his hand, covering his right eye, and with a bitter smile said: "This eye of mine has finally seen clearly, and I believe you should also remember. We have very important matters to attend to now."
Saying this, Yee Weiyang moved his hand away, and his right eye flashed with a golden light. Mu Qianxue stared at this golden light, briefly lost in thought.
A moment later, Mu Qianxue’s expression became calm; the chaotic memories in her mind had finally been sorted out.
She was the Saintess, the Saintess of the Jiuli Divine Race!
Her existence was for the most important mission of the Jiuli Divine Race.
"Originally, I hoped you would recover these memories on your own, allowing you to more perfectly integrate with that power, but unfortunately, circumstances do not permit it."
Yee Weiyang smiled faintly, slowly saying: "Destiny guided me to find you. Now, Saintess, you should take me to return to the Divine Race."