Chapter 1797: Mediocre Emperor's Tactics

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

Seeing the opponent discard all pretense and attack directly, Emperor Chen Yong struggled to raise his long blade. The blade ripped through the air, instantly erupting into black flames, as if a heavenly fire calamity had descended. This was Emperor Chen Yong of the Spirit Tribe's most powerful martial skill: Heavenly Fire Blazes the Plains! With a single strike, heavenly fire arrived, unparalleled in sharpness, destroying everything in its path!

"Heh!" As if knowing his move, Emperor Chen Ling chuckled softly, pressing down with his palm with all his might. The surrounding air solidified instantly. In his prime, Emperor Chen Yong was considered the strongest among the Spirit Tribe; even Emperor Ling and Emperor Xing combined might not have been his match. However, at this moment, severely wounded and with vital energy greatly depleted, his strength was less than one-tenth of what it once was. Although the Heavenly Fire Blazes the Plains technique was powerful, its might was far from what it used to be. Upon contact with the opponent's palm force, the heaven fire was extinguished, lacking its previous unstoppable power. The long blade flew backward, its whereabouts unknown. Emperor Chen Yong himself was thrown back like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground, his face ashen, spurting blood. Having been besieged by the Hundred Schools of Philosophers, the Master Teacher Pavilion, and his own tribesmen, along with over twenty ancient sages, his injuries were simply too severe. Surviving was already a miracle; how could he possibly withstand a super expert of comparable strength?

"Haha!" Having succeeded in one move, Emperor Chen Ling's eyes gleamed. "Emperor Yong, you once dominated the world, but did you ever imagine a day like this?" He stepped forward, placed his foot on Chen Yong's chest, and laughed uproariously, looking up at the sky. The man who was once invincible and glorious now lay beneath his feet, suffering a fate worse than death.

"Emperor Xing, how have I treated you all these years? Are you truly going to conspire with him and kill me? If you help me overcome this crisis today, I will act as if nothing happened once we return, just like before..." Lying on the ground, suppressed and unable to move, Emperor Chen Yong's face was ashen. He turned to look at the other emperor not far away.

"I..." Emperor Chen Xing hesitated. He had always been neutral, and this betrayal of Emperor Yong was truly out of helplessness.

"Emperor Xing, from the moment we allied, you lost your way out... If he recovers, we will both die!" Seeing his hesitation, Emperor Chen Ling raised an eyebrow. This fellow was good in every aspect, and strong, but his biggest flaw was his indecisiveness. In this situation, how could there be a retreat?

"I'm sorry, Emperor Yong! The conditions Emperor Ling offered me were simply too hard to refuse..." Recalling the methods of the person before him and the benefits the other party had promised, Emperor Chen Xing paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his palm, and struck down directly at Emperor Yong, who lay on the ground. This strike was full of power; if the latter couldn't evade it, his head would explode, resulting in instant death.

"Although I didn't want to admit your betrayal... the Spirit God specifically warned me, so how could I be so careless?" As the opponent's palm was about to land on his head, Emperor Chen Yong, far from being nervous, became even calmer. "Hmm?" Seeing his expression, both Spirit Tribe Emperors simultaneously felt a bad premonition. Emperor Chen Ling could no longer hold back: "Kill him!"

Knowing that the longer they hesitated, the lower their chances of success, Emperor Chen Ling didn't say more and also struck down. Just like Emperor Xing, before his palm could reach the opponent's head, a sudden sharp pain shot through his chest. Immediately, two bony hands pierced through their backs, emerging from their hearts. These were the Savage Bones! These had previously been trapped by the Star Map and the straw cloak, rendering them unusable. Unbeknownst to them, they had somehow come under control again, appearing before them and piercing through both of their backs in one swift move!

"You..." With their hearts crushed by the bony hands, the two Emperors immediately felt their strength recede like a tide. Their bodies swayed, and they simultaneously fell to their knees. Although those at the Blood Rebirth realm could revive from a single drop of blood, it required time and an accumulation of power. This skeletal structure had directly destroyed their life force. Even if they miraculously survived, their strength and lifespan would undoubtedly be severely damaged.

"The straw cloak was the Savage Ancestor's artifact during his lifetime, capable of controlling the skeletal frame. How could it be..." Feeling his life force rapidly draining away, Emperor Chen Ling couldn't believe it. The straw cloak released by Bu Yu was the Savage Ancestor's artifact from his lifetime. With it, one could control the will generated by the skeletal frame, making it obey commands, fuse obediently, and ultimately restore its true form... After releasing it, under normal circumstances, the skeletal frame should no longer be able to move. How could it still be controlled by Emperor Chen Yong?

"The will born within the skeletal frame was long ago purged by the Spirit God and replaced with mine... I deliberately allowed it to be controlled just now, waiting for you to make your move..." Struggling to his feet, gasping for breath, Emperor Chen Yong said. While a will would indeed be born within the skeletal frame, it had already been erased by the Spirit God and replaced with his own. Therefore, despite the power of the straw cloak, it couldn't control it. Upon hearing that the Hundred Schools of Philosophers were collaborating with these two to kill him, he had guessed they would come in person. He deliberately let the bony hands obey commands to actually lull the opponents into a false sense of security! His earlier question to Emperor Chen Xing was actually an opportunity for him to reconsider. Since he still chose to betray him... there was no need to be polite anymore.

"I'll fight you to the death..." Unexpectedly, after planning for so long, not only had he failed to kill his opponent, but he had also been outmaneuvered. Emperor Chen Ling gritted his teeth, gathering power within his body. The bony hand that had pierced him from behind was shaken off, flying backward. He raised his palm and struck down at Emperor Chen Yong once more. However, before he could reach his opponent, his figure abruptly vanished, as if he had leaped into a spatial channel.

"Emperor Yong, you are formidable. I couldn't kill you this time, but there will be plenty of opportunities later. Let's see about that..." His voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely. He had expected Emperor Chen Ling to attack, but unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, he had escaped.

"I... wait for me..." Seeing how unreliable his companion was, Emperor Chen Xing dared not remain. He also spun around and hastily fled into the distance. After the two left, Emperor Chen Yong's face turned pale once more. Unable to stand any longer, he collapsed onto the ground.

The skeletal frame that had just ambushed the two Emperors now seemed to have lost all its power. It fell down like a heap of mud, devoid of its previous strength and profound energy. Clearly, despite Emperor Chen Yong's fierce words just now, he was actually at the end of his tether. If those two had been a little bolder, he would undoubtedly have been the one to die!

"Emperor Yong, considering you a hero of your generation, we shall grant you some dignity... End your own life!" The surroundings were silent. A moment later, Ancient Sage Yan Qing and other human ancient sages flew over. The two Emperors had fled, but they remained.

"End my own life?" Seeing so many human ancient sages appear before him, Emperor Chen Yong understood he could no longer escape. He sighed, his eyes filled with dejection. "To think that I, Chen Yong, who once dominated everything, would ultimately die here!" He raised his hand, about to strike his forehead.

"Wait!" Just then, Zhang Xuan flew over.