Chapter 897: Emperor Gao

Since a few minutes ago, Jiang Xiaohua had been in a critically wounded state, which meant his concealment of Chen Ling’s aura had almost completely failed. But before, Chen Ling and the others had been focused on dealing with Mo Lian and had completely forgotten about this!

"Not good!"

Bai Ye, who was still trying to reset Sun Bumian’s liver, changed his expression. His gaze toward the imperial remnants above was filled with astonishment. "How did we attract these ones..."

Under the pressure of these imperial remnants, even Bai Ye felt the strain. Although he couldn't see their posthumous titles, he could tell from their imperial might alone that they were no simple figures. Without hesitation, he hoisted Sun Bumian up and rushed toward Chen Ling!

However, just as he was about to move, a golden giant sword, like a mountain, fell from the hand of one of the emperors!

The golden giant sword fell like a roaring mountain peak, its blade sinking deep into the earth. The surging ripples of the imperial divine path spread in all directions, knocking Jian Changsheng—who had just pulled out his sword and stumbled to his feet—back to the ground... He looked up, cursing, and saw that the sword stood like a natural chasm, blocking everyone.

The ripples of imperial might blew Chen Ling’s theatrical robes. He barely steadied himself, his gaze fixed on the golden figure who had dropped the sword...

The next moment, a line of text appeared before his eyes:

—【Emperor Gao】.

"This is..." Chen Ling couldn't understand the long posthumous title of the previous emperor, but he recognized these three characters.

"Han Gaozu Liu Bang???"

Before Chen Ling’s shocked eyes, the second golden figure made a move.

The person was wearing imperial robes. With a casual wave, a broken bowl fell from his palm, expanding rapidly in the wind!

As the bowl flipped over, its size grew exponentially, rivaling the golden giant sword dropped by Emperor Gao. From afar, it looked like a pitch-black sky crashing down upon the earth, with mountains and rivers pouring endlessly from the bowl’s mouth, as if it contained another world.

And the target of this bowl was Chen Ling!

The vast imperial might surged from the broken bowl. Chen Ling knew he absolutely could not be sealed by it. Gritting his teeth, he hoisted Jiang Xiaohua onto his back, and the surrounding environment shifted rapidly!

The next moment, he mobilized the power of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury and vanished from the spot.

Boom—!!

The bowl, as large as the sky, slammed into the earth, but it failed to capture Chen Ling. The imperial remnant in the sky flicked his sleeves, seemingly displeased.

Immediately after, the gazes of the several imperial remnants fell upon Bai Ye nearby... As the master of this place, they could sense that Bai Ye’s body seemed to radiate the aura of many treasures from the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury.

A thief stealing imperial treasures was naturally unforgivable.

Bai Ye felt the emperors staring at him, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. His first thought was to put Sun Bumian down and lead the emperors away himself, because he knew these remnants were after him, and bringing Sun Bumian would only put him in danger...

But seeing the liver in his hand and the dying Sun Bumian, Bai Ye gritted his teeth and ran into the distance with him and the liver!

If he lost the liver, Sun Bumian would undoubtedly die in this Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury.

Two imperial remnants stepped through the void, chasing directly after Bai Ye. The bowl inverted on the ground and the giant sword standing on the earth also flew up, vanishing into the vast horizon...

In the snow, Jian Changsheng, who had stumbled to his feet, was completely bewildered.

"They all ran away???"

Jian Changsheng watched the others being chased away, scratching his head. He didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky... If he were lucky, he seemed to have been abandoned; if he were unlucky, it seemed no emperor had come to chase him.

Just as Jian Changsheng was pondering what to do next, the outline of an imperial remnant slowly took shape before him...

With the appearance of that figure, an ancient and extreme imperial might, like an endless ocean wave, surged toward Jian Changsheng!

"This is..."

Seeing the posthumous title of that emperor, Jian Changsheng froze in place.

【An emperor who has always been watching you invites you to become his subject】.

……

Under the gloomy clouds.

A figure in theatrical robes, carrying a charred corpse, stumbled out from the void.

Lush mountains and forests surrounded them, birds swept over the dense canopy, leaving behind chirps... Chen Ling didn't know where this was. The teleportation had been too urgent, and he had just chosen a random spot to escape to.

He carried Jiang Xiaohua, stumbled to the nearest large tree, placed him on the ground, and sat down, gasping for breath.

Chen Ling had just used a "Card," and his mental and physical strength were already at their limit. Coupled with the battle against Mo Lian and being chased by imperial remnants, he had forcibly mobilized the power of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury to teleport. His state was now at its absolute worst...

"I wonder how Senior Bai Ye and the others are doing?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.

If Chen Ling could still fight those imperial remnants who led their own armies in the first layer, "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss," the figures he had just encountered were simply beyond his ability to contend with... They carried the massive destiny of creating a new era and had the great achievements of changing the fates of countless people. In this ancient treasury, they were near-godly existences.

Even Bai Ye might not be their match... But after all, he was the Saint of Thieves; even if he couldn't win, running away shouldn't be a problem.

Chen Ling’s gaze fell on Jiang Xiaohua. By now, the flames on his body had completely extinguished, and his bandages were mostly burned away. Large patches of charred black covered his original skin, looking shocking.

But the good news was that all his bleeding had stopped, and his life force hadn't been extinguished; it was faint but very stable.

"Jiang Xiaohua." Chen Ling called out to him.

Jiang Xiaohua didn't respond, as if he were completely unconscious.

Chen Ling carefully examined the charred scars on his body. He knew that with such severe burns, infection was highly likely, but Jiang Xiaohua seemed to have a special constitution. Whether it was organisms or bacteria, anything that touched his skin seemed to be cursed...

He just didn't know where this curse came from.

Chen Ling didn't think too much about it. After resting for a moment, he hoisted Jiang Xiaohua up again and walked out of the forest.

Just then, a rustling sound came from afar, mixed with voices, as if a group of people were approaching in this direction.

Chen Ling frowned and immediately hid his figure in the shade of the trees.

A moment later,

Numerous youths, looking disheveled, walked over from the distance.

Chen Ling scanned them and found Li Fu, who was wearing hemp clothes. His eyes narrowed slightly...

"Brother Li... don't be sad. It said you couldn't bear the imperial destiny; maybe it’s just temporary? Isn't it just a weak destiny? If we train more, there will definitely be a chance." Han Dong couldn't help but comfort him.