The Human Emperor

Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Wang Chong could sense that the barrage of attacks was as normal as breathing for the High Priest, a thought which terrified him.
“You truly deserve the title of Child of Destruction. Even under this sort of assault, you are able to instantly regather your mind again and again. In this aspect alone, few Psychic Energy practitioners over the last several thousand years can compare to you.”
The High Priest spoke in a calm and unruffled tone, but the barrages of lightning and the attacks from the idols only intensified.
Rumble! Wang Chong sensed something and looked up. Several thousand kilometers above, a massive dragon head manifested, and then the body, claws, tail, scales, and finally, fierce flames around its body.
In the blink of an eye, a massive black dragon with a savage visage had appeared. And then a second, a third, a fourth…
In less time than a breath, the sky was packed with hundreds of thousands of black dragons.
Roooar!
With a mighty roar, the cloud of black dragons spewed black flames at Wang Chong from the high heavens.
Boom! A massive black flame exploded in the air, destroying Wang Chong’s mental body several times, and this was only the beginning.
Black phoenixes manifested in tens of thousands, followed by countless vicious beasts of bizarre form. And in the black sea, tens of thousands of weapons of all kinds appeared and hurtled toward Wang Chong.
The High Priest had strengthened the assault against Wang Chong, and the number of attacks seemed to only be rising.
It’s no good! If this continues, my defeat is certain! I might even die here!
Wang Chong’s heart was heavy. He had always believed that he was about equal with the High Priest when it came to Psychic Energy strength, but it was now apparent that this was far from the case. Moreover, the High Priest’s Psychic Energy was unique in that each attack could inflict some degree of actual harm.
With a thought from Wang Chong, a blazing light brimming with endless heat erupted from Wang Chong’s body.
Supreme Art, Blazing Sun!
Wang Chong rapidly formed a massive sun that proceeded to almost instantly explode. The immense power of this sun fiercely clashed against the divine lightning.
Explosions rippled through the Forbidden Art Sea.
“It’s useless. In the Forbidden Art Sea, everything will be absorbed and transformed into my power. Cease your pointless struggle,” the High Priest casually said. Just as he had predicted, the massive sun Wang Chong had created soon disappeared.
That powerful attack had done no damage to this world.
And after a brief pause, the lightning, the dragons, phoenixes, weapons, and giant idols restarted their fierce assaults.
Wang Chong’s mental body was pulverized and torn to shreds…
Everything was repeating!
And just as the High Priest had said, after this attack, Wang Chong’s Psychic Energy immediately noticed that the Forbidden Art Sea had gotten slightly stronger.
No good! I can’t beat him!
As the second barrage of lightning came down, Wang Chong closed his eyes. Borrowing this brief moment between ‘life’ and ‘death’, he sent countless thoughts through his mind.
Wang Chong was no weakling, and he had already learned all of the Psychic Energy techniques in Masil’s mind and refined them to be even more powerful. In terms of ability, Masil would have no longer been able to defeat him.
Alas, Wang Chong had encountered the High Priest, whose attainments in the mental domain were far greater.
The gap is too great! If I can’t break his Forbidden Art Sea, I’ll only be able to hold on for fifteen minutes at most. If I lose all my Psychic Energy, I’ll die here! Wang Chong said to himself.
Although his mind was imprisoned, he still had his Subtle realm Psychic Energy. He could sense that the Forbidden Art Sea truly was as the High Priest described, created from Psychic Energy arts. Each Psychic Energy art was a ball of light.
And all of them together had created a sea of light!
The High Priest’s store of knowledge had reached an unimaginable level, over ten thousand times as many techniques as Masil’s. If he could obtain the Forbidden Art Sea and the knowledge within, Wang Chong’s mastery of the mental domain was certain to soar.
This was an unimaginable fortune.
But all this rested on the basis of Wang Chong defeating the High Priest. Otherwise, no matter how tough Wang Chong’s mind was or tenacious his will, no matter how times he could ‘reincarnate’ in this Forbidden Art Sea, he would eventually be defeated, and all his Psychic Energy would become soil for the High Priest to increase his strength.
Every person has a flaw, and every art has a weakness. The Forbidden Art Sea is no exception. But how do I do this…
Wang Chong’s mind rapidly worked. He didn’t have much time left. During this battle, he had consumed more than half of his Psychic Energy, and he was going to be ‘assimilated’ by the High Priest soon.
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While Wang Chong was imprisoned in the Forbidden Art Sea, blasted by tens of thousands of bolts of violet-black lightning, in the real world, the battle between the Great Tang and Arabia continued to intensify, numerous soldiers on both sides dying at every moment.
But death was not enough to make either side retreat. All it did was make the battle even more gruesome and callous, each person determined to kill their foe.
In front of the golden tent, Khatabah’s trusted aide suddenly said, “Hierophant, the enemy’s five Great Generals have all entered the battlefield, and that King of Foreign Lands is being held down by the High Priest!”
As the most legendary existence of Arabia, Khatabah was often said to have ‘Ten Servant Generals’. Lucis and Adnan had already gone onto the field, and the remaining generals were waiting in reserve for Khatabah’s orders.
Khatabah nodded in reply.
“Begin!”
Everything was going roughly according to plan. He had pushed the Great Tang into dire straits, to a point where they no longer had the strength to fight back. This eastern empire had committed almost all its soldiers, but Khatabah still had power to spare.
Arabia was now fighting on the battlefield it was used to.
The moment Khatabah spoke, a string of orders began to be issued. In the middle of the intense battle on the front line, few people noticed the subtle shift taking place.
Boom!
Without any warning, two groups of Arab cavalry on the right flank changed direction and attacked the center Tang army.
This was so abrupt that the Tang soldiers were caught completely off guard. Plush! Plush! They were slain by attacks from two sides, their ranks falling into disorder.
If this were all, it would have been a meaningless development on a battlefield involving millions of soldiers, but the abrupt assault from the right flank was only the beginning.
Neigh!
At almost the same time, a group of cavalry that had already penetrated into the Tang defense line suddenly turned around and attacked the Tang soldiers, joining together with a second group of cavalry to almost instantly obliterate nearly one thousand Tang soldiers.
No force could resist being attacked on both the left, right, and front. This force of nearly one thousand soldiers, a mix of axemen, sabermen, cavalry, and shield soldiers, was swiftly brought down in pools of blood.
One area, two areas, three areas… in the long strip over which the Great Tang and Arabia battled, several hundred such abrupt attacks occurred.
When ‘quantity’ reached a certain point, it became ‘quality’, and the situation instantly transformed.
“Not good!”
In the rear of the Tang army, King Song paled, the first to notice the abrupt shift on the battlefield.
In a mostly unnoticed development, the Arabs had suddenly created a U-shaped encirclement on the left flank, almost instantly wiping out tens of thousands of Tang soldiers.
A similar development had occurred on the right flank. In the space of a few seconds, nearly one hundred thousand Arab soldiers had simultaneously advanced on the left and right flanks, joining together in a ‘V’ and surging toward the Nine Dragon Army in the center, encircling Wang Zhongsi, Zhangchou Jianqiong, An Sishun, and their soldiers.
The center army was the soul of the army, the supporting pillar of this battlefield. It was also the army personally led by the commander and the primary force on the battlefield.
Once the center crumbled, no matter what advantage the left flank and right flank had, they would be defeated all the same.
Worst of all was that, in order to kill Saleh and counter the effects of the Moon God Tree, Wang Zhongsi, Zhangchou Jianqiong, and the others had already plunged deep into the battlefield. Retreating now would be too late.
Not only that, in many parts of the defense line, while the Arabs seemed to be purely fighting their own battles, even the Behemoth Army, it was now apparent that all of this randomness had been planned.
Now that Khatabah had given his order, other than the Behemoth Army, almost all the Arab soldiers on the battlefield suddenly changed direction and charged at the Tang center army. If the Nine Dragon Army and the three Tang Great Generals within it could be destroyed, the Great Tang’s defeat was ensured.
“Kiiill!”
War cries came in from all sides, and the three Tang Great Generals and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were swiftly surrounded.
“Not good! Hurry and reinforce the center!”
Gao Xianzhi grimaced, and he immediately prepared to order Cheng Qianli, Xi Yuanqing, and Lou Shiyi to assist the center army. But at this moment, a grandiose saber energy, pitch-black and several hundred feet long, hurtled toward Gao Xianzhi.