The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1233 - Chapter 1233 Chapter 1232 The Sword of the Kingly Tao

Chapter 1233: Chapter 1232: The Sword of the Kingly Tao Chapter 1233: Chapter 1232: The Sword of the Kingly Tao Boom, boom, boom~~~

The thunderous roaring sounded above the sea, as fierce winds accompanied by giant waves swept across, as if the vast ocean itself raged, venting its endless fury.

Even martial artists of profound cultivation would feel a sense of insignificance in the face of such terrifying waves.

A man with a longsword stood upon the angry sea, his body enshrouded in a golden light, exuding peerless majesty, as if he alone towered above all in heaven and earth.

This man was none other than the Tang Emperor.

The Tang Emperor’s visage was fair and seemed quite young. However, his cultivation had reached an unfathomable level, standing at the pinnacle of the Nine Countries, overlooking the world below.

Within the Nine Countries, countless people openly and secretly compared the cultivation of the current Three Emperors.

It was said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, especially for personages like the Three Emperors, whose esteemed positions naturally became a topic of enthusiastic discussion.

The people of Qing Nation naturally considered the Qin Emperor to be the foremost among his peers, stronger than the other two emperors, yet many of the elder generation knew that the current Qin Emperor had once suffered at the hands of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Although it was not a defeat, it was by no means a glorious event.

Among the Three Emperors, the Yuan Emperor was the most low-profile. Ever since he ascended to the throne and became one of the Three Emperors, he rarely made any moves, with almost no record of action in recent years.

However, in earlier years, the Yuan Emperor had developed an affection for the North Spirit King, who in turn had a strong aversion towards him. They once fiercely clashed, and within thirty moves, the Yuan Emperor had already gained the upper hand. If he hadn’t been concerned about the Pill Alliance’s face, perhaps defeating the North Spirit King would not have been a difficult task.

As for the Tang Emperor, quite a few people believed he was the strongest among the Three Emperors. Others thought that the Tang Emperor was weaker than the other two emperors.

Both views were held steadfastly, with neither side able to convince the other. The fact was that the Tang Emperor lacked any particularly illustrious battle achievements, and even his rare interventions usually ended in a draw.

But one aspect confounded the world.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who had once caused the Qin Emperor to suffer and scorned the heroes of the world, held the unassuming Tang Emperor in high esteem, befriending him. In the entire Human Clan, only the Tang Emperor could claim to be a friend of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Without sufficient strength and ability, how could one gain the respect of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?

At that moment, the Tang Emperor, wielding a longsword, stood above the vast ocean, facing the angry sea with composure, the dignity of a ruler apparent for all to see.

Behind the Tang Emperor lay the lands of the Nine Countries, the territory of the Tang Country. He stood there like a mighty barrier, ready to stop the looming catastrophe from befalling the Nine Countries.

“Tang Emperor, are you alone?” A gentle voice sounded, and then a scholar in white was seen gracefully approaching, stepping over the waves.

This was a middle-aged scholar carrying a jade book, densely engraved with minute characters that continuously changed upon closer inspection.

“I alone am enough.” The Tang Emperor gave a brief glance at the white-robed scholar approaching over the waves and spoke indifferently.

“You alone cannot stop us.” Another voice echoed, and a man in a blue robe appeared, striding over a thousand li in a single step.

The blue-robed man wore a golden crown and dragged a purple-gold small tower behind him, his presence authoritative without anger.

“Amitabha.” A resonant Buddhist chant followed, revealing a figure clothed in a cassock, one shoulder bared, hands clasped together, seated upon a white lion.

The white lion, carrying the monk upon its back, approached with a seemingly slow gait, yet in the blink of an eye, it arrived before the Tang Emperor.

The monk had a somewhat peculiar appearance, as he was naturally born with only one eye, and the other eye had not developed.

These three individuals approached the Tang Emperor, subtly forming a united front, yet the Tang Emperor faced the three of them alone without a hint of fear, his gaze even showing utmost arrogance.

Top masters from Buddhism, Daoism, and Confucianism of the Seven Seas emerged, ready to challenge the Tang Emperor on the grandiose battlefield of the vast sea.

“Top experts of the three sects, have only the three of you come?” the Tang Emperor said coldly when no one else appeared.

Upon hearing this, the One-Eyed Monk maintained his kindly faint smile without reaction, and the white-robed Confucian scholar also appeared unchanging, showing little expression.

However, the Taoist holding the purple-gold small tower glared at the Tang Emperor with anger in his eyes.

Clearly, this master from the Taoist sect had a volatile temper and was easily angered.

“Hmph! You are far too arrogant. It’s not just the three of us you cannot stand against–even if it were just one of us, you would struggle to resist. The so-called Three Emperors are but a joke,” the blue-robed Taoist said coldly, his words filled with disdain for the Three Emperors.

The Tang Emperor looked at him, his eyes deep and vast, seemingly with the brilliance of the vast stars twinkling within them.

“If you can withstand a single strike from my sword, that would be something indeed,” the Tang Emperor said with a smile, his longsword moving soundlessly in his hand.

“Not to mention one strike, but ten or a hundred. What could they possibly do to me? Watch as I shatter your sword,” the blue-robed Taoist said, pointing his fingers, and his entire cultivation surged forth, transforming into fierce finger rays, with the terrifying might of falling stars.

Such a strike could easily tear apart the flesh of Spirit Source experts, and Martial Artists with Spirit Bones would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The Tang Emperor didn’t make any superfluous movements, simply wielding a sword with a relaxed grace that concealed the true power of The Sword of the Kingly Way.

One sword to vanquish all foes under the heavens!

The finger rays collapsed, the cultivation was severed, and the blue-robed Taoist’s pupils contracted, feeling as if his whole body was torn apart.

The white-robed Confucian scholar and the One-Eyed Monk also changed in complexion.

“Attack together!” Without the slightest hesitation, the white-robed Confucian scholar and the One-Eyed Monk took action simultaneously, and only by joining forces with the blue-robed Taoist were they able to block the Tang Emperor’s sword strike.

Even so, the three of them each let out a muffled groan, their faces looking rather unpleasant.

“The Sword of the Kingly Way is indeed extraordinarily formidable!” the white-robed Confucian scholar said, his eyes full of gravity and his tone carrying a measure of respect.

The blue-robed Taoist was seething with anger; he had spoken grandiosely beforehand, not taking the Tang Emperor seriously, but upon this confrontation, he was completely overpowered–the humiliation had come too swiftly.

“Summon the other top masters of your three sects. Today, I shall slay all top masters of the three sects,” the Tang Emperor said, showing an unprecedented level of tyranny.

Within the eyes of the people of the Nine Countries, the Tang Emperor was a benevolent monarch, deeply beloved by the subjects of the Tang Country.

But today, there was not a hint of his usual gentleness, as he radiated a fierce aura of bloodlust.

“Tang Emperor, you are too conceited. Even if your mastery of the Sword Tao is astonishing, the course of this world is not something you can stem alone. Even if the Three Emperors unite their forces, we of the Seven Seas will still engulf the lands of the Nine Countries,” the blue-robed Taoist said, his voice losing the contempt he had for the Tang Emperor previously.