Master of the Demon Emperor

Piercing through layers of cloud seas, and five hundred feet above, clinging to the mountain wall, Su Yie could already see the sparkling firelight on the mountaintop.

It was as if even the sky was scorched by the blazing flames, causing visible spatial ripples.

Su Yie's nerves were on edge as he quietly climbed upwards.

The oppression from the Three-legged Golden Crow was intense, making him feel as though he was carrying a small mountain, incredibly heavy, and a single misstep might cause him to fall and shatter into pieces.

Of course, he wouldn't die from the fall—he could still fly.

However, once he stirred his demonic power, he would inevitably alert the Three-legged Golden Crow.

It took a long time.

Finally, Su Yie quietly reached the edge of the mountaintop, where the mountain wall was scorching to the touch; any mortal touching it would instantly turn to ash.

He cautiously peeked his head out from behind the rocks, looking forward.

The top of Immortal Emperor Peak was a flat area nearly half a mile in size, filled with rubble, and in the center was a withered tree reaching a hundred feet tall, leafless as if burned by a great fire, and a firebird perched upon it.

This firebird resembled a crow yet also a crane, immensely majestic, its body engulfed in blazing flames, like a radiant sun, with three legs and seemingly deep in sleep.

Although this Three-legged Golden Crow was not massive, with a wingspan of at most thirty feet, its aura was formidable, especially the True Sunflame on its body, which even made Su Yie feel terrified.

"Could it be that the tree's branches are the Dragon Branches?"

Su Yie frowned at the thought, considering it a suicide mission.

Soon, he noticed several withered branches under the tree.

His eyes suddenly lit up, ready to move forward.

"Wait!"
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Just then, Feng Long suddenly shouted in Su Yie's mind, causing him to shudder.

"Can you not scare people?"

Su Yie cursed inwardly; he could feel that a single breath of the True Sunflame from the Three-legged Golden Crow could annihilate him—how could he not be nervous?

This was a legendary Ancient Divine Beast!

Even more terrifying than True Dragons!

"The Three-legged Golden Crow is awake."

Feng Long lowered his voice, but that statement was even more terrifying than the previous one.

Awake?

Sweat broke out on Su Yie's forehead. From his angle, the Three-legged Golden Crow clearly had its eyes closed—could it be pretending to sleep?

Why pretend? It must be waiting for Su Yie to deliver himself to death!

The thought made Su Yie's face turn grim; he asked inwardly, "Can I borrow your power to seize the Dragon Branches?"

"No, the True Sunflame is too tyrannical; even if I control your body, I cannot overpower it,"

Feng Long vetoed, stating that even this juvenile Three-legged Golden Crow was beyond their challenge.

"Back when Ancestor Xia stormed the Immortal Emperor Peak, he was even stronger than the current Nameless Imperial Ancestor!"

These words from Feng Long caused Su Yie's heart to sink to the valley—was he to retreat now?

Caught in a dilemma, Su Yie struggled with the decision whether to retreat or to take the risk.

Wait a moment!

Suddenly, Su Yie remembered something, and his eyes sparked with brilliance.

The Cultivation Technique that Li Huahun had submitted as a resource when he joined Emperor Su's Sect was the Art of Stealing.

It could steal the bloodline of any creature and merge it into oneself, a defy-the-heavens act, deceiving the heavens without incurring heavenly retribution!

One-time use only!

The bloodline of the Three-legged Golden Crow in front of him was definitely top-tier from the Ancient Wilderness, and combined with his Great Cang Invincible Body, even the Emperor's body would have to kneel and call him daddy!

Being a Half-Demon himself, what would it matter if he truly transformed into a Demon?

The only question was, could he still transform back into human form after becoming a Three-legged Golden Crow?

He did not want to maintain the appearance of a Three-legged Golden Crow forever.

Su Yie's mind raced like lightning flashing through his brain.

Having come all this way to Immortal Emperor Peak, if he were to retreat now, how would Li Huahun's father view him?

As the Fang Tian Divine Fist said,

In a lifetime, why vie for anything less than honor!

Damn it!

All in!

Su Yie clenched his teeth, immediately leaped up, and landed on the flat ground at the mountain peak, causing the ground to crack.

He spread his arms, both the Zhou Wu Sword and the Sword of Defeated Grudges appearing in his hands.

If the Three-legged Golden Crow is feigning sleep, then Su Yie couldn't be bothered to keep hiding.

"What are you trying to do?"

Feng Long exclaimed in Su Yie's mind.

Su Yie's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Kill it! Snatch the Dragon Branch!"

With a step, a sound like a thunderclap rang out; his figure, like a thunderbolt, charged towards the Three-legged Golden Crow.

"Caw—"

The Three-legged Golden Crow suddenly lifted its head and shrieked, its voice metallic, echoing across the entire Immortal Scorching Ridge.

Even Han Yuandao and the Piercing Arm Monkey, still making their way through the Immortal Scorching Ridge, could hear it.

"That is... a terrifying bloodline pressure..."

The Piercing Arm Monkey stood on a blood-drenched demon corpse, looked up at the sky, and a deep fear was evident in its eyes.

In another part of the forest, Han Yuandao began to calculate again, spat blood, his old injuries flaring up, and he fell to the ground, looking completely feeble.

"What... is that..."

Thinking fearfully, Han Yuandao wondered why, after encountering Su Yie, his calculations had repeatedly backfired, though he had traveled across the Eastern Lands relying on the Art of Calculating.

Just then, a series of ghostly wails came, and from the dim depths of the forest, evil ghosts with fierce faces began to approach him.

Seeing this scene, Han Yuandao coughed up blood in anger, nearly suffocating.

...

Immortal Emperor Peak!

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The Three-legged Golden Crow flapped its wings and circled around, dropping clusters of True Sunflame, turning the mountain peak into a hell of fire.

Su Yie relied on his Divine Skills to keep dodging. His Primordial Yellow Robe barely protected his flesh, preventing the high temperature of the True Sunflame from scorching him.

Even so, Su Yie could feel his skin growing more and more painful.

If this continued, he was definitely going to be burned to death.

The Three-legged Golden Crow seemed to be playing with him, deliberately surrounding him with True Sunflame, fueling the fiery rage in his heart.

"This little beast!"

Su Yie cursed under his breath and fiercely threw out the Zhou Wu Sword.

Immortal-Slaying Heart Sword!

Whoosh—

The sword light shone coldly across the sky dome, yet the Three-legged Golden Crow easily dodged it.

Immediately after, Su Yie's right index finger executed the Nine Heavens Immortal Finger, shooting out a beam of blazing light, but still, the Three-legged Golden Crow adroitly dodged it.

"Feng Long! It's your turn! You must bring it down!"

Su Yie yelled furiously in his mind; only by incapacitating the Three-legged Golden Crow could he then use the Art of Stealing to steal its bloodline.

"Are you joking? I already told you, even with my help, we can't defeat it!"

Feng Long retorted desperately, annoyed by Su Yie's reckless behavior, as if he were not afraid of death at all.

Just as Su Yie was about to continue speaking, the Three-legged Golden Crow suddenly dived down.

The speed was too fast!

Su Yie only felt as if the sun was crashing down on him; before he could dodge, the Three-legged Golden Crow swallowed him whole, with the Zhou Wu Sword and the Sword of Defeated Grudges falling to the ground.

After swallowing Su Yie, the Three-legged Golden Crow circled in the sky and let out a long cry, seeming very excited.

It thought its hunting skills had improved again.

Inside the Three-legged Golden Crow, Su Yie was gradually burned to the bone; though the Primordial Yellow Robe was unharmed, it could no longer protect him.

The unimaginable pain drove Su Yie to despair.

"It's over..."

Feng Long sighed faintly in Su Yie's mind, ready to embrace sleep.

Just then, Su Yie, now reduced to a skeleton, suddenly burst into bright light.