The Human Emperor

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

“Khatabah!”

Wang Chong’s face suddenly turned solemn. He knew that Khatabah was strong, but he hadn’t expected him to be this strong.

The Subtle realm!

Khatabah’s cultivation level had undoubtedly reached the Subtle realm, and perhaps even more than that. At the very least, Qutaybah, who had also reached the Subtle realm, was nothing compared to Khatabah.

“Careful!”

With a grim expression on his face, Wang Chong sent out a mental wave, linking his mind with Wang Zhongsi and the other Great Generals.

Clop! Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong trotted his horse forward and unleashed his own cultivation. A beam of energy rose from Wang Chong’s head and pierced through the heavens.

Compared to when he had just entered the Subtle realm upon his return to the capital, Wang Chong was far stronger.

The soul of Arabia, Khatabah, possessed a resounding reputation even in the apocalyptic era. Despite Wang Chong clearly having the strength to deal with the Behemoths, he had remained out of the battle to conserve his strength precisely because he needed to deal with this most powerful existence in the history of the Arabian Empire.

“Wang Chong! You, the Great Tang, and all of the Central Plains will pay for this!”

Khatabah’s thunderous voice was infused with a bone-chilling cold.

Khatabah did not speak these words with his mouth. Rather, a powerful mental wave carried his voice into everyone’s minds.

The High Priest was really dead!

At the start, Khatabah thought that this was just a joke and that the man would soon stand up, but none of this was possible.

With his Psychic Energy, Khatabah could clearly tell that while the High Priest had not suffered any serious injuries, his soul and mind had utterly vanished. His brain had been utterly pulverized. There was no doubt that he had died to some powerful Psychic Energy attack that had caused his soul to disintegrate.

Khatabah did not know what had occurred between Wang Chong and the High Priest, but there was no doubt that the High Priest had completely lost to Wang Chong in the mental domain and died.

The High Priest had been Khatabah’s most important friend, and the High Priest’s shadow had been present in many parts of his ascendancy. His relationship could be considered that of a teacher and a friend, a very deep and sentimental relationship. Khatabah had never imagined that the High Priest would die to Wang Chong.

“So powerful! We’re no match for him! Everyone, be careful!”

An Sishun punched away an Arab general and ten-some cavalry as he leaned his body to the side and sent a mental wave to the others.

Although Khatabah had yet to make his move, An Sishun had sensed an immense pressure from his body.

No one except Wang Chong was any match for him on this battlefield, but… even Wang Chong was still a little lacking compared to Khatabah.

Gao Xianzhi’s face chilled as he pushed Abu Muslim back with a palm and called out, “Everyone, watch out! He’s about to make his move!”

Gao Xianzhi had been through the Battle of Talas and seen Qutaybah’s power, so he knew that Subtle realm experts were extremely frightening. Khatabah’s body was brimming with killing intent, and once he attacked, he was certain to deal immense damage.

Wang Chong said nothing, but he was ready. Though they had never clashed before, he could sense from the energy erupting from Khatabah’s body that this was no easy foe.

But what happened was completely different from what had been expected.

Whoosh!

The air for tens of thousands of feet around Khatabah suddenly began to howl and churn like a massive vortex. And in the center of the vortex, Khatabah flicked his finger. Boom! An azure beam of energy shot toward the massive bronze cauldron behind him.

Bang!

The thick chains bound across the top of the cauldron instantly snapped, and the seal over the cauldron was broken.

“Come out, World-Destroying Ifrit!”

Khatabah’s voice rumbled like thunder, suffused with savagery and power.

Roooar!

In response to Khatabah was a roar that sounded like scraping metal. It was a savage and cruel roar, bursting with a desire to destroy and annihilate.

Upon hearing that inhuman roar, the warhorses on the battlefield shrieked. Those closest to the cauldron instantly threw aside their training to scatter in every direction, disrupting the ranks of the army around them.

“Damn! What’s going on?! Hurry and control those horses!”

The Arab soldiers cursed in anger, but a moment later, their voices faded away.

Boom! An earthshattering boom came from the cauldron, causing the lid of the cauldron to blast into the air. At the same time, black smoke boiled out of it, mixed with intense flames that soon engulfed the entire cauldron.

Neigh!

All the warhorses on the battlefield shrieked, both Arab and Tang, and those millions of soldiers embroiled in battle all turned to the strange development taking place in the rear of the Arab army.

What they noticed was the boiling column of smoke and flames, and a terrifyingly immense pressure.

It was like they were frogs being stared at by a snake.

“What in the world is that?!”

Wang Zhongsi had also noticed this power and instantly grimaced.

Over his long career, he had never encountered something like this. It felt even more frightening than a Behemoth.

At this time, the only person who remained calm was Wang Chong.

“Finally released it!”

Wang Chong’s face turned solemn. Last night, he had already noticed and probed this massive bronze cauldron, but the High Priest had stopped him.

This was undoubtedly Arabia’s trump card, but Wang Chong didn’t know what was inside.

Roooar!

That savage and terrifying roar once more resounded, and a moment later, a ball of fire burst out of the cauldron, then a hand as large as a house reached out with five sharp claws.

Everyone finally saw the form of the monster within the cauldron.

It was a monster more than seventy meters tall, made of smoke, flame, and lava.

It did not have a fixed size. At the start, it had probably been around thirty meters tall, but in just a few seconds, it rapidly expanded as if it was absorbing energy from the air, rising to seventy meters and continuing to grow.

Most frightening of all was that pair of giant, curled black horns with a diameter of more than forty meters, and those burning golden eyes, countless times brighter than the sun and radiating evil and destruction.

What in the world is that?!

Upon sensing the destructive energy from that flame monster, Wang Chong was stunned.

Such a terrifying creature stood at the peak of the food chain. Even if he had never seen it before, he should have heard something about it in the apocalyptic era, but despite searching his vast sea of memories, Wang Chong could find nothing that matched up to it.

Is this another disturbance created by my interference? Did it cause this monster that shouldn’t have appeared to see the light of day again?

Wang Chong instantly considered countless possibilities.

Changing the course of history had a price, and the most obvious came with the response from spacetime.

In his last life, the Great Tang had only one war with Arabia.

But because he had defeated Abu Muslim, advanced all the way to Khorasan, and thrown the entire Arabian Empire into turmoil, he had drawn out the legendary Khatabah, resulting in this war of annihilation.

But Wang Chong had no time to ponder these things. In the distance, Khatabah had ordered that flame monster to climb out of the cauldron and begin its assault.

Bang!

With a tremendous explosion, boundless flames erupted from the Ifrit and rained down over a region with a radius of tens of thousands of feet. “Aaaah!” An Arab horseman was inadvertently struck by a fireball, and both he and his horse erupted in flames.

A few moments later, the Arab horseman had been burned completely black and thudded to the ground.

Around him, tens of thousands of Arab horsemen were also caught up in the attack, screaming as they were burned to ash. But the first to fall were those armored giants who had been guarding the cauldron.

Even though Khatabah had been the one to bring the Ifrit, it seemed that the World-Destroying Ifrit’s desire for destruction did not distinguish between friend and foe. If anyone, even Arabs, got too close, they would suffer its attacks.

“Run! Run! It’s the Ifrit!”

The Arab cavalry paled and began to madly scatter.

The Arabs had always been brave and fearless, but that was when they faced enemies they could actually fight. There was no fighting against the Ifrit.

“Everyone, stand aside!” Khatabah coldly ordered, his voice resounding over the battlefield.

But there was no need for this order. The countless Arab cavalry parted like water to the sides, leaving a spacious ‘highway’ tens of thousands of feet wide.

No one wanted to stand against the Ifrit. That frightening temperature even roasted the air, causing it to blur.

All they wanted was to get as far away from that terrifying being as possible.