Divine Replication System

With a cold snort, the Martial Puppet unleashed a powerful strike.    

"Thrusting Mountain Palm!"    

His palm struck with the force of a collapsing mountain, its might overwhelming. The momentum surged, relentless and unending.    

Feeling the familiar attack and energy, Magic Prison Qiu quickly realized something, his face a picture of disbelief.    

"Wu Juechen, it's you! How can this be?!"    

Wu Juechen was the Martial Puppet's true name, adopted only while he was undercover within the Elemental Spirit Sect.    

Magic Prison Qiu's eyes shook with shock, unwilling to believe that his old adversary had reappeared at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level, equal to his uncle, Mo Ying.    

Hadn't he been at Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage during the upheaval in Devil Essence City?    

How much time had passed since then for him to have reached the peak of Emperor Level?    

Such rapid advancement was astonishing.    

This wasn't the Void Martial Stage or the Martial King Stage.    

This was the Martial Monarch Stage, the highest realm on the continent, and he was in its late period.    

Such a leap in cultivation was almost beyond belief on the Dongyuan Continent.    

But now, it was a stark reality.    

Magic Prison Qiu had no time to ponder further.    

The mountainous palm print from the Martial Puppet was bearing down on him.    

The same martial technique, now magnified in power with the increase in cultivation.    

Before, he could have easily countered it.    

But now, it bore down on him with an oppressive force.    

"Demon Prison Heaven-Shattering Fist!"    

Qiu Mo hastily unleashed his punch to meet the attack.    

The fist imprint was pitch black, swallowing up the light, heavy beyond measure.    

The two forces collided.    

Predictably, the black fist imprint shattered into pieces.    

The mountainous palm print, however, merely trembled slightly, hardly damaged at all.    

It continued its relentless descent toward Qiu Mo.    

Boom!    

An explosive sound echoed.    

Qiu Mo was flung away like garbage.    

By the time he came to a halt, he was covered in blood, his energy greatly diminished.    

The Martial Puppet's palm strike had left his opponent grievously wounded.    

Such was the gap between the pinnacle of Emperor Level and the seventh level of the Martial Monarch Stage.    

On the Dongyuan Continent, at the Emperor Level, there were scarcely any who could challenge and defeat those above their own rank.    

The disparity between each level was immense.    

"Wu Juechen, you're this powerful?! Have you truly reached the peak of Emperor Level?!"    

Qiu Mo coughed up blood incessantly, wracked with excruciating pain throughout his body.    

It was at this moment he realized that his once rival had indeed ascended to the peak of Emperor Level.    

"My uncle will not let this slide!"    

Qiu Mo was aware of the deep-seated enmity between them. The Martial Puppet was not about to spare him.    

Escape was futile in the presence of a peak Emperor Level, especially in his gravely injured state.    

His threats were his last resort, a plea for a swift end.    

"Longing for a quick death? It won't be that simple!"    

A sinister sneer crossed the Martial Puppet's face.    

With another slap, Qiu Mo was hurled to the ground, his Dantian and limbs rendered useless.    

A sliver of Pill Essence was injected into him, squirming incessantly like a worm, prolonging his torment.    

The Martial Puppet was not one to be trifled with; he would not easily forgive a past adversary.    

"Wu Juechen, you'll meet a terrible fate!"    

"Ahhh~"    

Qiu Mo writhed and screamed in agony within the vast crater.    

The Martial Puppet looked on with an icy demeanor, paying him no further heed.    

With his Dantian destroyed and his cultivation gone, his broken limbs left him immobile.    

Escape was no longer an option.    

His quest now was to confront those who had once wronged him. Their skills were formidable, but he was no longer the man he used to be—he was ready to face them.    

If possible, he aimed to seize the moment and eliminate the most formidable of them all, Demon Ying.    

On the field of battle, seven at the peak of Emperor Level each engaged in their own fierce combat.    

The Martial Puppet moved among them, cutting down the high-ranking members of the Devil Cloud Sect from the late Emperor Level.    

Though he did not engage in the clash of those at the very summit of Emperor Level, his contributions were significant.    

Lin Xuan's hatred for the Demon Aura Palace ensured that he would not spare a single martial practitioner from the Devil Cloud Sect. He showed no mercy. For his former sect members, it was one devastating blow after another.    

He was well aware that his current level of cultivation far exceeded his past capabilities, reaching a strength that was once unimaginable. He knew exactly what needed to be done.    

The fierce battles raged both in the air and on the ground, involving warriors below the Emperor Level, those at the Martial King Stage, the Void Martial Stage, and even those of lower ranks.    

For the warriors from the six major forces, this was a tremendous opportunity as long as they avoided the high-level combat zones. The Devil Cloud Sect didn't have many warriors at the same level, and despite being somewhat stronger, they struggled against multiple opponents.    

The strategy was to sweep through and decimate the Devil Cloud Sect warriors of higher cultivation levels. The spoils of war were plentiful, with minimal risk and the added satisfaction of vengeance. Such favorable circumstances were rare.    

The warriors fought with all their might, engulfed in a ferocious battle that enveloped the land and sky. Every moment, numerous warriors fell, their cries and the sounds of clashing metal and explosions were relentless. It was a veritable slaughterhouse.    

Lin Xuan, the catalyst of this chaos, paid little heed to the carnage. With a simple gesture, he summoned a palm from the core area of the Devil Cloud Sect. It belonged to Mo Yuhe, and on it was his storage ring. Before it could reach Lin Xuan, an invisible force obliterated the palm, leaving only the cleansed storage ring to fall into Lin Xuan's grasp.    

Mo Yuhe, the Head Elder of the Devil Cloud Sect, possessed peak Emperor Level cultivation. The contents of his storage ring were bound to be substantial. Lin Xuan was not one to miss such an opportunity. With a surge of spiritual energy, he accessed the ring and a vast space filled with neatly arranged treasures unfolded before his eyes.    

Sparkling top-grade spirit stones gleamed among the treasures. Various colored ores, dull and sturdy, lay alongside a vast collection of herbal medicines and bottles brimming with pills. Martial arts manuals and spirit weapons were also in abundance, each item radiating an impressive aura of power. Clearly, these were all Emperor Level treasures, the kind that would only pique the interest of someone like the Devil Controlling River, who stood at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level.    

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the collection, and a smile crept onto his face. Among the trove were over a thousand top-grade spirit stones. Additionally, there were numerous high-grade Emperor Level ores, medicinal pills, herbs, and spirit weapons. All together, these items were on par with the Elemental Spirit Sect's sole ancestor, the Elemental Spirit Sect Master, if not slightly superior.    

Devil Controlling River was not the highest in rank when it came to cultivation within the Devil Cloud Sect. Above him stood at least Devil Ying, the Sect Master. This disparity highlighted the difference between the two sects. It's possible that the recent expansions and conquests of the Devil Cloud Sect had significantly increased the Head Elder's wealth.    

Regardless, all these riches now belonged to Lin Xuan. Most of the other items didn't catch his interest, but the top-grade spirit stones were a different story. They could sustain his intensive cultivation for a period, allowing him to enhance his cultivation level. With his innate talent, mastery of various profound techniques, and the Emperor Level Spirit weapon, the Terminator Sword, any advancement in his cultivation signified a substantial leap in his power.    

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