Chapter 1236: Is He Dead?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

1.2 million!

2.4 million!

The vitality pressure, menacing and formidable, seemed on the verge of overpowering all the prominent figures present.

Frediano Jadanza’s vitality continued to erupt, fueled by the accumulated power from himself and the influence of the First Emperor’s seed.

Frediano’s eyes turned pitch-black, devoid of any whites, resembling a great emperor with dominion over the world.

His aura exuded extreme terror.

This vitality pressure exerted dominance over the First Emperor himself.

The Vitality coursing through Frediano’s entire body surpassed a staggering 3 million Na!

What an astonishing value!

The peak vitality for supreme pinnacles was 2.56 million Na, and yet Frediano’s own vitality surpassed that peak.

Adding to the awe, he let out a long howl toward the sky, and his glabella emitted a bright light.

“The First Emperor has passed down the technique. He has already opened his spiritual aperture. Protect him!”

Lazlo Abbott declared with sharp eyes, putting all the Northern Army sons on high alert.

Simultaneously, Wilder Jansky, a ruthless individual who was contending with the 13 giants, witnessed his aura grow even more majestic and terrifying.

Observers found it hard to believe that this ruthless person could single-handedly suppress the 13 giants.

Even an emperor appeared less imposing than him.

Wilder was once an emperor, but he was then attacked by another expert.

At this moment, no one was willing to risk their lives to fight someone who was about to die.

All the significant figures retreated, sensing the unusual energy surrounding Wilder.

Finley Yanagi’s sharp gaze focused on Wilder, noticing something amiss.

“Wilder, you…” he began, anger evident in his voice.

“Can you tell? Today, I will enter the emperor realm again!”

Wilder’s words sent shockwaves through the assembly.

Wilder, on the brink of entering the emperor realm?

How was this possible?

The general belief was that when one fell from the emperor realm, the imperial path was forever severed.

Unless he had cultivated a new imperial path.

After being crippled for many years, Wilder had apparently comprehended a new imperial path, a testament to his remarkable talent.

This ruthless individual, once a betrayer of Mount Sino, had eluded the suppression of even the three brothers Winslow Jansky, Wilbur Jansky, and Waylin Jansky.

Holding the Banished Immortal Sword, he spoke softly, “The emperor sword path, an extension of the six forms of the banished immortal, has been abolished. I’ve mastered a new technique. Today, I invite everyone to witness it. This technique is called Asking the Heavens!”

Swoosh!

The sword tip of the Banished Immortal Sword pointed skyward, and the sword intent pierced the heavens with a single thought.

One sword asking the heavens.

Yet, the heavens remained silent!

Swords possessed a spiritual essence, capable of flattening the four seas and sweeping the eight wastelands—an unparalleled force that could level oceans and desolate lands alike.

The 13 giants all suffered injuries from the sword intent, and Finley, spitting out blood, hastily retreated.

All 13 quasi-emperors were wounded, with Syon Janis, in proximity to Wilder, narrowly escaping death after being impaled through the left shoulder by a sword.

“This lunatic!” exclaimed a big shot from the Doyle family, frustration evident. “Even if he becomes an emperor today, his body has already rotted to this extent, his life force is almost completely drained. He won’t be able to survive!”

“He wants to enter the emperor realm before he dies so that the world would remember him as an emperor and not a quasi-emperor!” Finley explained softly.

“I cultivate the sword path for the sake of the common people and to protect Hansworth,” Wilder roared, wielding the Banished Immortal Sword once more.

The giants, all heavily injured, found themselves incapable of challenging him.

Everyone fled, yet Wilder made no pursuit, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

His aura seemed to have reached its zenith, faintly breaking through his own limitations.

An emperor’s might enveloped the land, energy rushing through the mountains and rivers like a bull.

Wilder had entered the emperor realm, the golden light of the imperial path shrouding his entire body.

Standing between heaven and earth, his clothes dancing in the wind, he resembled a human emperor.

The imperial path materialized above his head, and the ten-meter-long imperial path had already emerged.

The birth of the new emperor of the South Pole Island astonished everyone.

“You’ll die when you enter the emperor realm,” sighed Finley.

Some big shots displayed a hint of fear in their eyes, recognizing the sword emperor, Wilder.

The birth of a new emperor deserved celebration.

“Congratulations from the Northern Army, Senior!” Luther Carden bowed.

Old Devil Yanagi also offered his respects. “The birth of a new emperor is naturally worthy of congratulations!”

However, when Wilder asked Luther if he was willing to inherit his mantle, he gently shook his head, ultimately rejecting Wilder’s offer.

While the sword path held its merits, Luther, dedicated to the talisman path, had chosen a different path.

Tobey Lapras stepped forward, raising his hand. “Senior, I’ll learn the sword path!”

“Good!” Wilder wielded his sword, showcasing his sword path, Asking the Heavens!

The sword’s frost permeated the world, creating a dazzling light that seemed to reach out to the heavens.

The unmatched sword intent cut through the starry sky, captivating Tobey, who became engrossed in the mental power released by Wilder.

The entire South Pole Island was shrouded in the terrifying sword intent of those who had entered the emperor realm through the sword path—far stronger than ordinary emperors.

Wilder completely displayed his sword path, leaving a faint sword scar on the ground.

Even quasi-emperors like Syon dared not let themselves be enveloped by this sword intent.

Wilder taught all eight moves to Tobey, concluding the lesson with the Banished Immortal Sword falling from the sky.

His body, tall and sturdy, lost the golden light, and his aura dissipated.

He died but remained standing on the ground.

After a moment of silence, Syon asked in a low voice, “Is he dead?”

“He was attacked by a divine priest of the Oracle Palace in the 14th ruin. Though fortunate to survive, he was fatally injured. Fighting today hastened his demise, and the day he becomes an emperor is the day he died,” explained the Doyle family’s representative.

The birth and fall of an emperor were both significant events.

According to Hansworth’s traditions, the death of an emperor was a national tragedy, a death of the country.

Wilder, once a disciple of Mount Sino and Hansworth, had initially signaled a national celebration with his ascension.

However, now that he had fallen after his birth, it became a nationwide mourning.

“The birth of a new emperor is a celebration for the entire nation. The death of an emperor is a mourning for the entire nation,” Luther said softly, expressing the gravity of the situation.

Westley Hader then said, “The Northern Army owes their ancestors for protecting the country, allowing us to grow in better environments.”

Skylar Neal spoke coldly, “Escort Senior’s coffin back to Hansworth. He’ll return to where he came, and we will build Senior Jansky an imperial tomb.”

“Senior Jansky should be treated with such reverence,” added Jonah Shaw, acknowledging the necessary rituals.

Syon, however, turned cold, stating firmly, “The Northern Army has obtained the emperor’s inheritance and benefited greatly, but your troops cannot enter the South Pole Island.”

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