Divine Replication System

High above, Demon Ying bellowed as he tightly clutched a blood-colored saber as tall as himself. With a powerful swing, he brought it down towards the Void in front of him.    

The various False Profound Meanings he had mastered were invoked, enhancing his strike.    

A blood-red arc of light, as if capable of ripping through the heavens and the earth, burst forth with astonishing might, unstoppable in its descent.    

Opposing him was a gaunt old man, seemingly frail as he floated in the air, as if a mere breeze could whisk him away.    

Yet, he was every bit as formidable as Demon Ying, standing firm and unshaken under the assault.    

This was Wei Zhengzhen, the peak Emperor Level warrior of the East Saint Sect.    

Despite how effortlessly Wei Zhengzhen seemed to crumble under Lin Xuan's hand, being flung away with a mere slap and utterly defenseless, he was far from weak.    

Indeed, as a peak Emperor Level force just below the Devil Cloud Sect, the East Saint Sect was formidable.    

It was simply that Lin Xuan's overwhelming strength made the gap between them appear vast, rendering Wei Zhengzhen's efforts futile.    

Not just Wei Zhengzhen, but even stronger figures like Ouyang Jing from the Overlord Level Forces of the Central Essence Continent stood no chance against Lin Xuan.    

Unless one had attained the Half-level Emperor status, they were all the same to Lin Xuan, easily crushed with a flick of his hand.    

Wei Zhengzhen was, in fact, the strongest among the six forces present.    

Otherwise, the scene where Lin Xuan easily dispatched Wei Zhengzhen, prompting the Canglan Sect, Thunder Yang Pavilion, and other forces to quickly bow in submission, wouldn't have occurred.    

Among the seven peak Emperor Level warriors allied with Lin Xuan, only Wei Zhengzhen could face Demon Ying and maintain an undefeated stance without Lin Xuan intervening.    

"The sun rises in the east, and I alone am unbeatable. Sky Cutter!"    

Wei Zhengzhen, wielding a large axe, unleashed a slash that sent a blinding edge of light slicing through the void to meet the blood-red blade light.    

A thunderous boom followed.    

Both vanished in an instant, leaving behind visible ripples in the air.    

Wei Zhengzhen remained stationary, while Demon Ying was sent reeling back dozens of meters.    

"Demon Ying, I didn't expect you to have become so weak. Well then, you might as well leave your life behind!" Wei Zhengzhen said, his smile twisting into a malevolent sneer.    

His aura surged, growing threefold in intensity.    

He had Lin Xuan's command etched in his mind.    

Should an Emperor Level Martial Cultivator escape, it would cost him his life.    

And if it were a peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator? The thought of the repercussions was daunting.    

For a formidable warrior like Lin Xuan, peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were insignificant, hardly worth a mention.    

He could effortlessly eliminate several peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators without batting an eye.    

His own life was at stake, so holding back was not an option.    

Without hesitation, he launched another attack.    

Transforming into a streak of light, his axe gleamed with silver as he brought it down on Demon Ying with the force of a mountain cleaving strike.    

Demon Ying's face was etched with gravity. In his previous move, he had spared no effort to put as much distance between himself and Lin Xuan as possible, aiming to make his escape.    

He had held nothing back.    

Backed by the Demon Aura Palace, the martial arts secrets and Spirit weapons of the Devil Cloud Sect were beyond the reach of the other five major forces of the Dongyuan Continent.    

Martial artists hailing from the Demon Aura Palace were typically a cut above those of the same level from the Dongyuan Continent, regardless of their rank.    

Yet today, he found himself at a disadvantage in his battle with Wei Zhengzhen, a peer in rank.    

Whether it was due to injuries, the breaking of the sect's protective formation, a sudden bout of fear, or some other factor was unclear.    

But in this critical moment, where his life hung in the balance, there was no room for error.    

With a look of madness, he gripped his large saber and charged into the fray.    

The five peak Emperor Level warriors of the Devil Cloud Sect were intercepted by six counterparts from the six great powers, each staking out a territory in the sky for a fierce battle.    

Below, within a mere few hundred meters, the mere shockwaves of their clash were enough to kill or injure the numerous mid and lower-tier martial artists engaged in combat.    

If they were all warriors from the Devil Cloud Sect, there wouldn't be any issue.    

The Devil Cloud Sect wouldn't care about the number of their disciples lost in battle.    

However, this place, despite being the Devil Cloud Sect's headquarters, was a battleground for countless martial artists from the six great powers.    

And this time, they had brought their elite forces.    

Should the casualties be severe, it could spell the end for this generation.    

That was a price they were not willing to pay.    

Six against five.    

Even with each member of the Devil Cloud Sect being a formidable opponent of the same rank, they were momentarily entangled and unable to break free.    

Let alone make a distant escape.    

The idea of fighting while retreating, fleeing to a far-off place, and tearing through the Void to escape had occurred to both Devil Ying and the higher-ups of the Devil Cloud Sect, as well as to Wei Zhengzhen and his companions.    

But Lin Xuan had issued a clear command.    

If Devil Ying and his people didn't die, they would.    

They certainly couldn't allow things to go as he wished.    

The Martial Puppet, on the other hand, didn't join the fray.    

Even at the peak of the Emperor Level, the Martial Puppet wasn't among the top contenders in its rank.    

Joining the battle wouldn't have made a decisive difference in a short time.    

He opted to overpower the less skilled and dominate with his cultivation level.    

Having once been a warrior of the Devil Cloud Sect, he was assigned to infiltrate the Elemental Spirit Sect as a spy.    

This gives a sense of his standing within the Devil Cloud Sect.    

A spy is scorned and battered by many, pleasing neither side.    

Who would willingly take on the role of a spy unless absolutely necessary?    

Especially considering that within the Elemental Spirit Sect, one of the six great powers, there were peak Emperor Level cultivators stationed.    

At the time, he was merely at Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage.    

In the Dongyuan Continent, the late period of the Emperor Level is referred to as the Super Monarch Level, a term typically reserved for the countless mid to lower-tier martial artists.    

For those at the peak of the Emperor Level, it simply doesn't suffice.    

If his identity were to be revealed, death would be certain.    

No ordinary martial artist would willingly take on such a perilous task.    

Even those who were direct descendants or slightly related would balk at undertaking such a grueling task. It simply wasn't worth the effort. At that time, Wu Juechen had already reached Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage. While not the absolute elite, he was certainly among the higher ranks. Typically, he wouldn't be assigned to such roles. However, he had inadvertently offended someone. Despite his reluctance, the individual he had crossed was affiliated with the Sect Master's lineage and had a peak Emperor Level supporter behind them. Given the other party's influence, Wu Juechen had no choice but to endure the hardship.    

But the circumstances had changed. He was no longer the Wu Juechen of old. His cultivation had ascended from the late Emperor Level to the pinnacle of Emperor Level. At this tier, he stood at the zenith of power across the entire Dongyuan Continent. Now, he was sufficiently powerful to exact his revenge. Far from being benevolent, Wu Juechen, as a practitioner of the Demon Force, believed in clear-cut retribution. It was only natural for him to avenge past grievances.    

"Demon Prison Qiu, do you still remember me?" Wu Juechen confronted a middle-aged martial artist who bore a resemblance to Mo Ying. The man's cultivation was at the same Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage that Wu Juechen had once been. It was precisely this person's coercion that had forced Wu Juechen to adopt a pseudonym and infiltrate the Elemental Spirit Sect as an undercover agent.    

"May I ask who you are, senior?" Demon Prison Qiu, taken aback by the presence of a peak Emperor Level figure blocking his path, inquired cautiously. He failed to recognize Wu Juechen. Indeed, the gap in their cultivation levels was vast, with his former adversary now at the peak of Emperor Level.    

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