Eternal Holy Emperor
Chapter 381 - 339: Finally Recognized Each Other!

Chapter 381: Chapter 339: Finally Recognized Each Other!

The Fourth Great Robber of the Black Sky Eight Bandits, Wang Ming, finally appeared.

He looked quite burly and robust, even more so than Wang Shan, standing a full ten feet tall like an iron tower.

His muscles were huge and powerful, his arms thicker than ordinary people’s thighs, making him look less like a member of the Human Clan and more like a powerful figure from the Giant Clan.

Drapped in beast skins, with disheveled hair and a rough face, he came across not as a bandit but rather like a wild man, exuding a wild aura.

His appearance caused exclamations among many people present, and the eyes of countless bandits glowed with fervor.

Each of the Black Sky Eight Bandits was legendary, regarded and worshipped as divine by bandits throughout the Black Sky Plain and even the entire world.

Especially the fourth, Wang Ming, despite being among the Eight Great Bandits, he was not very old. On the contrary, he was actually quite young, barely a hundred years old, which is considered tremendously young in a world where Saints can live for two thousand years and Cultivators have lengthy cultivation periods. He was from the same generation as Yuan Yang God King, Sun God, and others, still ranked among the youth of his generation.

Having become the fourth twenty-five years ago upon entering the Black Sky Plain, he was the stuff of legends. Some said he had challenged the former fourth and seized his ranking, while others believed it was pure strength that earned him the spot. Despite his youth, his cultivation was unparalleled and powerful, rivaling that of a Saint.

Such a legendary figure’s appearance naturally caught the attention of many.

But at this moment, Ye Chen’s eyes burst with dazzling sharpness, and after observing the legendary Fourth Great Robber for a moment, a smile, tinged with satisfaction, crept onto his face.

No wonder there was always something familiar about Wang Shan; it turns out his master was none other than Wang Ming.

Because friends of old had all grown up—War King, Taisu, Peacock King, and others had become the utmost zeniths of the Saintly Treasure Realm, just a step away from Reincarnation. And Wang Ming had also reached this step, becoming a legendary Great Bandit of the generation.

The changes in his old acquaintances made him sigh at the passage of time. Indeed, time was the greatest force in the world, capable of allowing the once weak to become magnificent and imposing.

"Master!"

Wang Shan looked up to Master Wang Ming with reverence, their aura sharing the same origin, though Wang Ming was much more powerful. Within the domain of the Saintly Treasure Realm, he was far stronger than Wang Shan, rivaling a Saint. He looked at him and just nodded with an expressionless face, commanding, "Achievements are not enough, and faults are too many. Go back and participate in the domain battle to hone yourself."

Wang Shan suddenly pulled a face, full of distress, quite vexed at the mention of the so-called domain battle.

Then Wang Ming looked toward Chenn Ruo, and his cold face immediately softened. With no trace of majesty but instead an honest and amiable aura, he chuckled, "My niece has come too, and you didn’t even say a word upon entering Uncle Wang’s territory. Had you given me notice earlier, I would have had your nominal junior brother greet you with a million-strong army."

Chenn Ruo giggled, her bright eyes and gentle smile blooming with charm, like the liveliest and loveliest sprite under the heavens, "Uncle Wang, you must be lying. Careful, or I’ll tell mother that you didn’t come to help, even though you were watching from behind."

Speaking of Chenn Ruo’s mother sent a chill down Wang Ming’s spine, the formidable Great Bandit. He hastily affixed a conciliatory smile, "Come now, my good niece, surely you wouldn’t set up your Uncle Wang like that. All I wanted was for you to get some good experience, does it really warrant this?"

Chenn Ruo put her hands on her hips and huffed, "Still trying to justify it? If I hadn’t known you were behind it all, and if I hadn’t called for you, would you have dared not show up?"

The Fourth Great Robber stiffened for a moment before turning his gaze to the young man beside Chenn Ruo, with clear brows and handsome features, who clearly bore the makings of a young sovereign of the newest generation, remarkably extraordinary.

But for some reason, he always felt a sense of déjà vu with this young man, as if they had met somewhere before.

"Wang Ming."

Ye Chen smiled warmly, and the long-absent crescent moon seal in his brow momentarily shimmered into view. Wang Ming was struck as if by lightning, standing there, rooted in place for a good while. But in his eyes, wonder swelled along with glistening tears.

The Fourth Great Robber cried!?

The scene left everyone in shock; what could have possibly happened to make Wang Ming lose his composure like this?

Even Wang Shan had never seen his master so out of demeanor.

"Let’s talk later; first, let’s deal with the immediate problem," Ye Chen said softly, his manner as always.

"Alright!" Wang Ming nodded resolutely, the tears in his eyes evaporating in an instant. He turned, regaining the majesty of a Great Bandit, his dark hair as thick as ink, as he faced the Red God Valley’s Valley Master with a cold, ruthless look, "You’re the Red God Valley Master, I presume? Right now, I don’t have the inclination to tussle with you, nor to waste words. One word, leave!"

Wang Ming was overwhelmingly domineering, showing no regard for the Valley Master, his demand for departure leaving countless onlookers speechless with its force and authority.

The Red God Valley Master’s expression shifted, then darkened, for in all his years since rising as a prodigy from the Red God Valley to the position of a Saint, when he could summon the wind and call the rain, reigning over the land, never had anyone dared to order him away in such a manner.

To suffer such insult today, if word got out, how could he show his face to the world?

"Wang Ming, you’re merely a junior, yet you dare to berate me? Do you really think that being one of the Black Sky Eight Bandits makes you invincible? Compared to Red God Valley, you’re nothing," the Red God Valley Master coldly snapped.

"If you have nothing else to say but this drivel, then roll out of here before I change my mind, otherwise I don’t mind wiping out your projection avatar," Wang Ming said dismissively, as nonchalant as a passing cloud, paying the other no heed.

"Hmph!"

The Red God Valley Master snorted in anger, promptly urged the Holy Weapon Red Divine Furnace into action, reviving it completely. Every inch of the furnace burst forth with dazzling red light, Dao Divine Traces materialized, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as if a Heavenly Sun had come crashing down upon Wang Ming.

"Be careful, Master!" Wang Shan shouted. He had previously suffered greatly from such a force.

But Wang Ming just snorted coldly, his palm in an instant covered the heavens and the earth, slapping forth with a hand that swept across the Ninth Layer Heaven, clashing against it.

A terrifying explosion resounded, the whole city trembled, only to see red light shooting into the sky before rapidly vanishing. The entire Holy Weapon Red Divine Furnace was swept away by a single slap, a clear palm imprint etched upon its body.

The figure of the Red God Valley Master became ethereal and wispy, enduring a serious destructive blow, almost shattering his projection avatar.

Although the absolute strength of the Black Sky Eight Bandits was well known, this scene undoubtedly demonstrated their extreme terror.

The world was shocked. Even though they knew about the extraordinary power of the Black Sky Eight Bandits, witnessing this scene still made them gasp, absolutely incredible in strength.

The Red God Valley Master staggered, surprise flashing across his face. Wang Ming was far too powerful, almost bringing him to the brink of destruction.

Even though it was only one of his projection avatars, infused with his own essence blood and empowered by the Red Divine Furnace, capable of exerting a fighting force not much less than a Saint, yet it was so easily defeated.

It could only be said that Wang Ming was too powerful.

"Do you really want to start a full-scale war with Red God Valley, Wang Ming?" he roared, threatening Wang Ming and also Black Sky Plain.

"What else can you threaten me with besides Red God Valley? An old fellow who has lived for a thousand years?" Wang Ming mocked expressionlessly, sneering coldly: "And what’s Red God Valley to speak of, Immortal Sacred Land? Ridiculous. Black Sky Plain has never feared anyone, and should you dare to offend her, neither Taichu Sacred Land, Ten Thousand Realm Palace, nor Yaochi Heavenly Court will let you off."

He pointed at Chenn Ruo, naming one after another colossal being that terrified the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, true Supreme Sacred Lands, exalted in status, far more terrifying than the usual Immortal Sacred Land. Legends spoke of Supreme Great Powers residing within, revered in the Ten Thousand Domains.

Everyone was astonished, the Red God Valley Master turned pale. Who exactly was this girl, that she had the backing of several Supreme Sacred Lands?

Even Ye Chen felt surprised; he truly didn’t know that Chenn Ruo had such a formidable background. He was now somewhat curious.

But those who truly knew Chenn Ruo’s identity understood the close ties between the girl and the major Supreme Sacred Lands.

"He killed a king of your Human Clan, didn’t he?" Wang Ming pointed at Ye Chen, a cold mockery in his smile, snorted and said: "If you knew who he was, not even a hundred times your courage would suffice to dare pursue him."

The crowd was stunned. Chenn Ruo’s background already seemed terrifying enough, but the boy’s seemed to be even more so.

If it were anyone else speaking, it would be scoffed at, but this was coming from the Fourth Great Bandit, Wang Ming. His words were utterly credible, and many people were speculating just what the youth truly was.

Wang Shan was intensely curious, and only Chenn Ruo seemed to have known all along.

The Red God Valley Master’s expression changed over and over, never guessing that the so-called little ones he provoked were more fearsome than the other, still unclear about their exact status.

"Quit trying to bluff me; who are they?" demanded the Red God Valley Master.

"You don’t have the right to know. Just get lost."

Boom—

Wang Ming took action once again, grabbing the Wolf Fang Club from his disciple, Wang Shan. In his hands, the club, a yet-to-be completely forged Holy Weapon, unleashed untainted Saintly Might. He swung three consecutive strikes, each one stronger than the last, shattering the fabric of heaven and earth, each blow landing on the Red Divine Furnace.

Despite the Red God Valley Master’s face turning pale with terror, desperately driving the Holy Weapon Red Divine Furnace, in the end, it emitted a pitiful cry, the Red Divine Furnace was forcefully blasted apart, transforming into a sky full of red meteors scattering in all directions, no longer whole.

People were astonished, the Fourth Great Bandit was too powerful, a mighty Holy Weapon just like that, blown to bits, truly worthy of being one of the Black Sky Eight Bandits.

"What Red God Valley, Immortal Sacred Land? Laughable," Wang Ming snorted dismissively, holding the valley in no regard then turned away to look at Ye Chen, striding toward him, and Ye Chen, too, smiled broadly, embracing each other tightly—

"It’s been a long time!"

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