Magic Emperors

Episode 1's

a black-robed man with full attention. The man took a deep breath as he spread his hand to the sky, and light gathered on his palm. And the world became dim.

The sun and moon dimmed while the man grew in strength from the rays. Soon, even dark energy started to emerge from it.

With his face battered by the freezing wind, the dark energy grew thicker to cover his entire body. He let out a breath and an evil smile adorned his face.

Rumbles!

With a loud sound as the trigger, the four surrounding mountains erupted while Devil Peak itself was wracked by a terrifying tremor. The man who absorbed the essence of the sun and moon opened his eyes.

With the sound of splitting through space, seven flashes of light appeared. As the light spread out, there stood seven figures that exuded a ruthless power.

His eyebrows trembled but a small part of it as the man spoke in an eerie voice, “How are the seven of you here? Don't you all hate us endless demon cultivators?”

“Huh, Demon Emperor, Zhuo Yifan, isn't it clear why we are here?” An old man stroked his white beard as he looked on with disdain.

His heart skipped a beat and Zhuo Yifan said, "Grandfather Sword Emperor, I don't know what you mean."

"Huh, stop pretending and take out the Nine Serenities Secret Note." A female Daoist stepped arrogantly while throwing her chin forward.

Zhuo Yifan paled.

It had only been a month since he had discovered the legendary Nine Quiet Emperor's residence. After brushing through death many times in the process, he finally got a written account that he wanted to learn throughout his life. How did they know about this?

He suddenly recalled something and his face darkened in a matter of seconds.

“Zhao Chen, come out.” shouted Zhuo Yifan.

A cheerful voice rang through the empty forest on the mountain. Immediately, a handsome young man in white robes walked up from behind the seven people, smiling; while he bowed briefly to Zhuo Yifan, "Hahaha, Master, did you ask me?"

Zhuo Yifan glared with hatred at the hypocrite and said, "Is this what you're doing?"

“Ya!” Zhao Chen nodded with a smile.

“Did you also cancel the guard line?”

“Ya!”

“Why? I never underestimate you in the slightest.” Zhuo Yifan clenched her fists as killing intent shot out from her eyes.

Despite being a demon cultivator, he usually did not kill for no reason. If he did, he only acted according to his nature. Otherwise, those godly cultivators would have come to finish him off sooner. Zhao Chen, in this case, was an orphan that Zhuo Yifan had taken in when she saw his talent. However, who would have thought the day would come when Zhao Chen would betray him.

Despite placing the front in his calm demeanor, before Zhuo Yifan's killing intent increased, Zhao Chen's feet betrayed him as he took two steps back, approaching the seven creatures behind him.

“Teacher, I understand your kindness is as heavy as a mountain. But it does not give you the right to steal the seat of the Eight Emperors and cast Me into your shadow for all eternity. Moreover, about the Nine Words Secret Note. Ever since you got it, you have been training alone, even afraid that I might catch a glimpse of it.”

Zhuo Yifan's heart clenched when she heard this.

Zhao Chen would never know he was doing it for her sake. Having a low cultivation and taking precedence in learning the Nine Words Secret Secret Secret Record would deviate from one's cultivation. He had chosen to understand it as a whole and only then had given it to him.

But all his plans were destroyed in just one month.

“Hahaha, good word. Zhao Chen, you are a true disciple!”

Zhuo Yifan's roar laughter reached the sky and so did her anger, “Therefore, Master will give you a taste of the Nine Silences Secret Note.”

“Zhuo Yifan, this is not your place for such uncontrollable words in front of us seven.” The white-bearded old man stepped in front of Zhao Chen.

“Huh, everyone in the Sacred Region knows me as the Eight Emperors. I don't care if you seven, Emperor, come to me together!”

Not long after, Zhuo Yifan launched a palm at Zhao Chen.

Black claws flashed in the sky reaching out to him.

His eyes shrank, his face paled, and retreated hurriedly, afraid of gripping the young man.

"Huh, the Nine Serenity Secret Note is not a great thing." The old man stood in the wind with his sword ready, a humiliation all over his face.

Zhuo Yifan smiled and waved her palm, "Grandfather, stop being so arrogant."

Booms!

As if endless thunder rumbled, the sky was covered by thousands of black palms, pressing down on the seven. Each palm was twice as big as a claw. Such strength reached new heights that even seven people were shocked.

“How can this happen? Did he break through to the Sacred Stage? ” The Sword Emperor took a cold breath when he saw it.

As they watched, they could feel the courage to abandon them.

Even the seven Emperors together were no match for a Holy stage expert.

Zhao Chen's face grew even paler as regret gnawed at his heart. Who would have thought that just one month of practice would elevate Zhuo Yifan to such a high level of power.

“Huh, fucking traitor, this is the end for you.” Zhuo Yifan's.

Whoosh!

A light fell from the sky above, piercing through the black hands and heading straight for Zhuo Yifan. Without time to react, light penetrates through it.

Red blood spurted from his mouth and thousands of black hands disappeared. Zhuo Yifan looked with her pale face to the sky to see a middle-aged man basking in the aura of holy light.

“Santo!” Zhuo Yifan bit her lips in defiance. He knew in his heart the intentions of the newcomer.

“Devil Emperor Zhuo Yifan, This Saint represents the Sacred Domain in taking the legacy of the Demon Emperor. If you give it up, your life will be saved. " The environment and people entered his eyes but none of them were reflected in them. He would not even be deigned to see Zhuo Yifan, if not for having the Nine Serenity Secret Record.

This was the strongest Saint in the Sacred Domain. Even an Emperor stage expert was merely an ant before him.

With a pitiful laugh, Zhuo Yifan took out a dazzling colorful jade slip from her chest.

Just seeing him changed the expression of everyone present, especially the Saints. Aren't you all just thieves who want the wealth of the poor? I won't let any of you get a single word of the Nine Silences Secret Note even if I have to destroy it.”

As if to prove his confidence, a powerful energy rose up from his body.

“Sial! He will destroy himself.”

The Sword Emperor's eyes shrank further and further, with the others not far behind. Only Saints who exploded in holy wrath and attacked Zhuo Yifan, “Stop!”

With a proud smile, Zhuo Yifan pinched and the jade turned into dust right under the eyes of the Saint. The anger and bitterness he saw in the Saint as he gritted his teeth elicited an uncontrollable laugh from Zhuo Yifan.

Booms!

His laughter was immediately accompanied by a powerful shockwave that leveled the entire Demon Peak .

As the smoke and dust dissipated, it was immediately obvious that the angry face of the Saint, along with his poor attire, was visible.

“Even in the presence of such a terrible explosion. , a Saint can get out of it without a scratch.” The Sword Emperor came before the Saint to express his admiration.

The Saint snorted and was about to leave.

That's when Zhao Chen blocked it, “Please wait, Saint. Demon Emperor Zhuo was cunning and cunning. If he had someone, just by knowing the Nine Silences Secret Records, one day he would take revenge on all of us.”

“Huh, his self-destruction has reached his soul. What treasure?” He took off his sleeve and disappeared.

The hearts of everyone present calmed down after hearing this.

With a Saint reward, an Emperor stage expert would find it impossible to escape with their souls even if they were to self-destruct. It was a pity the loss of the legacy of the ancient Demon Emperor, the Nine Silences Secret Note.

As the people looked at the ruins of Demon Peak, their feelings were each different. Some were happy, some were lamenting, most felt sorry...