The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 611 - 610: Reinforcements

Chapter 611: Chapter 610: Reinforcements

"This move again..."

Ye Xuan, who was incessantly slaughtering the enemy, also noticed the actions of the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor and Changsheng Demon Emperor, but he had no intention of coming to the aid of Meng Chan.

Unless the Demon Lord appeared, he couldn’t show the slightest sign of wanting to save little Meng Chan.

Otherwise, the Demon Lord might personally intervene and suppress Meng Chan, which would make her situation even more dire.

What he needed to do now was to kill every member of the Demon Clan’s army, leaving none alive.

He didn’t believe the Demon Lord could keep on watching indifferently.

Moreover, he didn’t think the Mo family was completely useless.

As far as Ye Xuan knew, the Qian Kun ancestor was still among the living.

Mo Yunchui and Mo Shenchuan, after learning about the events unfolding here, would undoubtedly inform a more powerful existence, and eventually, the exit from the Demon Realm would naturally be reopened.

Of course, Ye Xuan didn’t expect them to come to his aid; as long as they could keep little Meng Chan safe, that was enough.

Otherwise, the Mo family would have a difficult time explaining themselves to the Meng family.

He also didn’t want to see this rare Confucian female saint perish here.

That would be too frustrating.

So...

All he had to do was keep on killing fiercely!

The Narrow Blade Winter Thunder in Ye Xuan’s hand was like an extension of his limbs, and with every strike, swathes of the Demon Clan fell.

Worth mentioning, those of the Demon Clan struck by the Narrow Blade Winter Thunder were instantly frozen, and upon closer inspection, one would discover that the frozen corpses were actually blown to pieces.

This was a very peculiar ability, inherent to the Narrow Blade Winter Thunder itself.

Extremely powerful!

If it weren’t so, Ye Xuan wouldn’t have chosen it as a gift for his wife.

This was originally a gift that Ye Xuan planned to give Youwei when they met on Hengduan Mountain, but he ended up having to use it today.

Originally, Ye Xuan didn’t intend to use it.

But just now, the situation was a bit precarious.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall; with the Demon Lord still not making an appearance, Ye Xuan certainly wouldn’t allow himself to fall into a treacherous position, so he brought out the Winter Thunder Blade.

"Human vermin, if you’ve got the guts, give us a proper battle! What kind of thing are you, running away?!"

Behind him resounded the roar of the Fire Demon Emperor, along with fiery flames in the form of Divine Pillars blasting towards him from the rear.

Those Fiery Flame Divine Pillars held a terrifying power, capable of Burning Sky and Earth, causing the temperature surrounding them to sky-rocket, as if one were in the midst of a furnace!

Ye Xuan exerted the power of the Taoist Body to its utmost peak, his body moving like lightning, swift and unmatched.

From start to finish, not a single attack from these Demon Emperors managed to land on him.

The most peculiar power was that of the Demon Emperor who looked like a young man with a pale face.

He possessed a very rare ability that could severely weaken one’s physique.

It could even make people sick.

This power was very peculiar in the Cultivation World.

You see, after crossing from Body Refinement to the realm of Inscriptions, cultivators were basically invulnerable to hundreds of diseases and possessed strong physiques.

However, the Demon Emperor known as Sick Dragon could cause a drastic decline in a person’s physique and then make them ill.

This kind of power had not been seen by Ye Xuan often, but he understood it rather well.

This power, in the distant Primordial Wilderness Era, was known as the ’Disease Calamity’ force.

The ’Disease Calamity’ force was not a power of heaven and earth but was born from a certain being.

From birth, those with the ’Disease Calamity’ force were in a state of illness, their bodies weak and frail.

Ye Xuan had personally observed these beings, who did not live for long.

Ye Xuan also tried to take one such individual under his wing and intended to cultivate them, but alas, the plan failed, and that disciple died after just eight hundred years.

Although Ye Xuan failed that time, he learned much from the experience.

Before dying, that disciple left behind a legacy concerning the ’Disease Calamity’ force.

Without intervening, Ye Xuan simply observed from the shadows.

Until the next person who mastered the ’Disease Calamity’ force emerged and eventually reached the peak of its power on the shoulders of giants, that person was also known as the ’Sick Emperor’.

But whether due to a curse at birth or some other reason, like a fleeting blossom, the Sick Emperor vanished shortly after becoming Emperor.

It was a mystery for the ages.

The only one who knew the truth was Ye Xuan.

As for what the truth is...

So, understanding the ’Disease Calamity’ force, Ye Xuan did not confront the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor’s attacks head-on.

He wasn’t sure if his Taoist Body could withstand it at this stage.

If it couldn’t, that would spell big trouble.

Better to wait until after suppressing the Demon Lord then try.

At this moment, the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor had already gone to trouble little Meng Chan.

Had he known what was going through Ye Xuan’s mind, who knows what he would have thought.

He, the mighty Sick Dragon Demon Emperor, ranked second among the Ten Great Demon Emperors, was actually being used as a touchstone?!

Fortunately, the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor did not know Ye Xuan’s thoughts.

At this moment, the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor was already rushing with seven mid-level Demon Emperors straight to where Meng Chan was.

Seeing this scene, Meng Chan’s little face scrunched up; she felt so unlucky. She had originally thought that Ye Xuan would attract everyone’s attention, but to her dismay, she was still the target.

"This is going to be a bit difficult..." Meng Chan murmured softly.

Boom——

However, just at that moment, a terrifying tremor erupted from the exit of the Demon Realm, as if it were about to be pierced through in an instant.

"Huh?!"

Meng Chan’s eyes widened in realization.

The Mo family had begun to take action!

It seemed that she just needed to hold on for a moment longer!

"Quick battle, quick decision, the Mo family has started to move," the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor naturally saw this as well and commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The other seven mid-level Demon Emperors, realizing the gravity of the situation, all made their moves against Meng Chan without hesitation!

Boom boom boom——

The simultaneous assaults of the seven mid-level Demon Emperors generated a power so terrifying it seemed limitless.

The void around them distorted wildly, and even time and space in the vicinity appeared to change.

Meng Chan, at the center of it all, appeared utterly warped by the distortion.

It was the void around her that twisted.

Meng Chan herself, however, still sat within the Ritual Protection Circle; cross-legged, she slowly closed her eyes.

The Ritual Protection Circle, formed of ancient golden characters, tirelessly circulated, radiating golden light and enveloping her within its protection.

"The Confucian has Chan."

Meng Chan once again deployed her Lifebound Character.

But this time, she did not use ’Meng’, but ’Chan’ instead.

Hum——

This time, the power was fully concentrated on the Ritual Protection Circle, lifting a piece of the sky to shield Meng Chan directly.

It vigorously blocked the attacks from the seven mid-level Demon Emperors.

If she had been a tiny duckweed under the tumultuous waves before, she was now the rock that stands firm against the current, fearing nothing!

"Lord Sick Dragon, this kid seems to have grown stronger!"

One of the Demon Emperors couldn’t help but exclaim.

Their prolonged assault was ineffective, and with the barrier at the exit of the Demon Realm about to break under the Mo family’s might, fretfulness washed over them.

"I know," the Sick Dragon Demon Emperor replied, his gaze intensifying on Meng Chan, who was shrouded by the Ritual Protection Circle. He too, was silently exerting his strength.

However, the opponent’s defense was too peculiar; it gave him the impression that it was hard to break through.

The Sick Dragon Demon Emperor looked up at the sky without uttering a word.

He did not understand why the Demon Lord had not yet taken action, but since the Demon Lord had not acted, there must be a reason for it.

The Sick Dragon Demon Emperor refocused his mind, intent on vanquishing his foe.

Boom!

Yet the next moment, another loud bang sounded.

The barrier at the exit of the Demon Realm seemed to be forcibly shattered.

Suddenly, a number of fearsome auras surged in.

Leading them was a young man in a red robe.

He stood with hands behind his back, walking on air, appearing young but with infinitely aged eyes.

Behind him followed four others.

Mo Shenchuan, Mo Shanhu.

And two other elders who appeared for the first time.

Following them were Mo Yunchui and a host of the Mo family Elders and some of the ancient patriarchs.

All of them were Great Cultivators of the Saint Realm.

Especially the red-robed young man at the forefront, he exuded a terrifying aura as unfathomable as a deep abyss.

"Miss Meng!"

The moment Mo Shenchuan entered, he caught sight of Meng Chan being attacked by the seven mid-level Demon Emperors and his expression changed drastically.

"Die, old thing!"

Mo Shenchuan roared furiously, his entire being charging forward instantly, as if a great wind was tearing through heaven and earth!

Boom boom boom——

In the blink of an eye, the seven mid-level Demon Emperors were all sent flying.

"Big brother..."

The Sick Dragon Demon Emperor’s eyes suddenly flew open, a trace of solemnity flashing through them as he began to call out for Emperor Changsheng.