The Human Emperor

Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The divine sword had gathered such terrifying amounts of energy that it drew even Khatabah’s attention. Looking up at the sky, he saw Wang Chong.
“Hmph, so you’re trying to use the power of lightning to deal with me?”
The Black Flame Ifrit sneered as it knocked back those around it with a single strike. Though his reaction had been slightly slow, Khatabah had still almost instantly realized what Wang Chong was trying to do upon seeing that brilliant blue-white light.
“What an idiot! Not knowing your own strength! The Ifrit has no physical body and does not fear lightning. No matter how much power you gather, it will do no damage to me! And here I thought that you had understood a little from fighting the Ifrit for so long, but it seems that you understood nothing!”
Khatabah coldly laughed.
Wang Chong’s earlier performance had been too dazzling, with even the High Priest being slain. This had made Khatabah very cautious toward this young Tang commander, but it now seemed that his opponent was suffering from a case of wishful thinking.
“That being the case, let me end you!”
Khatabah pushed back Zhangchou Jianqiong and the others with another punch, an intimidating glint of cold light in his eyes. Behind the Black Flame Ifrit, the image of the massive Moon God Tree grew larger and more distinct. Silver divine characters began to emerge in the flames, all of them bursting with the mysteries of the universe and a lethal energy.
Buzz!
Khatabah’s eyes closed and opened, upon which a massive, complicated, and mysterious golden sign bloomed forth from his forehead. This sign seemed to be made of golden liquid, countless things flowing within it.
“Come! I’m waiting for you!”
Khatabah looked at the flashing lightning above and that tiny black point in the midst of it all, his eyes bright and cold, brimming with murderous desire. At the same time, he brought his blazing black fists to his ribs while the flames and smoke condensed together. All of his destructive power condensed and focused like a bow being pulled to the maximum, ready to unleash its power at any moment!
One strike!
As long as he could kill Wang Chong in one strike, he could end this war!
Khatabah was in no rush. He was like a lion that had found its target and was building up strength to deal the final blow!
Boom!
Finally, as the dazzling lightning continued to incessantly strike the Xuanyuan Sword, Wang Chong sensed that the sword had reached its limit.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong unleashed his supreme strike!
“Lightning Flash!”
With a thunderous roar from the heavens, Wang Chong used the Xuanyuan Sword’s strongest move.
Boom!
There was a massive boom that seemed to hearken back to the beginning of the universe, and the skies of the northwest trembled and shuddered. Even the sand blowing through the world seemed to pause. Then, under the guidance of some invisible and powerful force, all the lightning in the clouds converged on a single point.
And at that moment, Wang Chong disappeared.
Kacrack!
Through the sand, through the wind, through the dark clouds, a massive and blinding lightning bolt slashed down from the heavens, drawing down all the other lightning bolts with it.
Whoosh!
It was impossible to describe the power of this blow. The moment that blue-white lightning bolt appeared, it superseded all other light in the world, making everything else seem dim in comparison.
“Ah!”
Cries of alarm came from all around. Anyone who could see that battlefield felt like a calamity was approaching, as if that lightning bolt of oblivion was aimed at them.
The Arab cavalry in particular were stricken with fear.
Rumble!
A split-second later, that massive blue-white lightning bolt and all the tens of thousands of naturally-created lightning bolts blasted into the Black Flame Ifrit. Raaaa! Khatabah angrily bellowed as he punched with both hands.
There was a massive explosion as the Black Flame Ifrit released all of its terrifying destructive power against the Xuanyuan Sword and all the lightning it had brought with it.
Lightning bolts and black flames exploded through the air, and even the hardy earth seemed as fragile as paper as it fiercely shuddered.
Their clash was enough to make even the earth gasp in shock.
“Wang Chong!”
On the Great Tang side, Wang Zhongsi, Li Junxian, Zhangchou Jianqiong… all of them stared nervously at the clash between Wang Chong and Khatabah.
Wang Chong had used the Xuanyuan Sword to muster the power of nature, to call upon tens of thousands of lightning bolts to use against Khatabah. This was the final move. If not even this could do anything to Khatabah, they could only close their eyes and accept death.
Bang!
After a seemingly interminable second, the boundless lightning pierced through the Black Flame Ifrit’s body and blasted into the earth.
On the other side, Khatabah’s flames and their destructive power finally broke through Wang Chong’s resistance and sent him flying.
“Milord!”
“Your Highness!”
As Wang Chong flew away like a ragdoll with blood flying out of his body, everyone on the Great Tang side paled, their hearts sinking.
“Haha, just an ant trying to shake a tree. Did you really think that lightning would be effective against me? What a fool! An Ifrit that has lived for countless years is not something so easily destroyed. Now, let me end your life and this war!”
Khatabah’s cold and majestic voice rang out as clearly as a bell, resonating in everyone’s souls.
Boom!
As Khatabah spoke, he strode toward Wang Chong, the Ifrit’s steps causing tremors through the earth.
Adnan, Abu Muslim, and the others were elated.
“Wonderful!”
The two of them were brimming with enthusiasm.
This battle had been full of so many twists and turns, and with the sudden attack of Bahram and his Aswaran Cataphracts out of the sandstorm, the entire Arab army was in disarray and on the verge of collapse. But if Wang Chong were killed, the Tang army would be like birds scattering from a falling tree. No one left could stand against the assault of the Black Flame Ifrit and the Arab army.
The Black Flame Ifrit’s terrifying flames would easily wipe out the Tang!
“I’ll use your head to end this sandstorm!”
Khatabah’s cold voice continued to ring out through the world as waves of flame swept forward.
Just when it seemed like Wang Chong was going to die to Khatabah’s flames, his cold and unperturbed voice rang out in Khatabah’s ears.
“Is that so?”
Khatabah suddenly grimaced. Several hundred feet away, Wang Chong was kneeling on the ground, his hair in disarray, but his cold eyes were tinged with derision.
Buzz!
Khatabah paused, and that flood of black flames froze in the air.
This was not Khatabah showing mercy. Rather, just when Khatabah was about to punch down, he felt like he had run into some invisible wall.
“What did you do?”
Khatabah’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Wang Chong.
Not only could he not complete his punch, he couldn’t even move.
“Milord!”
Abu Muslim and Adnan also noticed something strange, and they began to rush toward Khatabah.
But nobody cared about them by now.
“Heheh, you got too arrogant! Did you really think nothing in the world could touch you?”
Wang Chong coldly chuckled as he stood up.
The moment had finally come. The fusion of Khatabah and the Ifrit was simply too strong. If not for that lucky opportunity, Wang Chong would have been the one to lie defeated on the ground.
“You really shouldn’t have gotten greedy and brought the Moon God’s power into the Ifrit! That Moon God Tree might have allowed you to link with the Ifrit, but it also proved to be your weakness!
“Lightning can’t do anything to the Ifrit or to you, but is it so helpless against that ritual tool made of bronze inside the Ifrit?”
On the other side, Khatabah scowled in understanding.
Behind him, Abu Muslim and Adnan were left confused, their eyes wide open.
The sandstorm continued to rage over the battlefield, but anyone around the Black Flame Ifrit who had noticed this scene fell silent.
Khatabah?
Lightning?
The Moon God Tree?
They could understand the meaning of the individual words coming out of the mouths of Wang Chong and Khatabah, but put together, they were nonsense.
“What is going on here?” Zhangchou Jianqiong muttered nearby. He was no fool, and from Khatabah’s reaction, he could tell that something had happened to him. But at this time, no one understood what had happened between the two.
Crack!
A soft crack came from within the Black Flame Ifrit’s body.
It was almost inaudible, lost amidst the howling of the sands, but for two people, it was as loud as a crack of thunder.
And this soft crack was only the beginning.