The Emperor's Blade Novels & Stories

"But if you insist, I will not hold back myself." The emperor rises from his seat as well and extends his right hand perpendicular to his head. He summons his sword and in a split second, his shining black blade flies its way to his grip. Who knows where exactly does he leave his sword? The princess laughs evilly. Whether she's just mocking his brother or it's just out of excitement, no one can tell. She sways her fan vertically and created a sharp wind blade approaching her brother. Though this is not a fatal blow, the attack is not to be underestimated. Yin Renshu on the other hand sways his sword and easily countered the approaching attack.

"Of course, I know who you are. You're the scum from the Northern Martial Union, aren't you? You'd better kill me tonight, because if I survive, I'll wipe your entire group off the map." The martial emperor's eyes blazed with fury. "Fine. If you insist on being stubborn, then I'll take your corpse back instead." His blade lifted, its dark steel glowing with murderous energy. When he swung it, the force of the strike roared through the air, louder than the crashing waterfall itself.

The 24 Moves of the Saber Technique, Blade Three. Whoosh! Blood splattered everywhere. The Demon Emperor was unable to dodge this slash, and his enormous body with the size of a large beetle was severed into two. Large drops of greenish blood poured down like torrential rain. "Ah, are... are you the Younger of the Twin Gods of Massacre?" The Demon Emperor was greatly shocked. He had been seriously injured by a single strike.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the long saber in his hand. At that moment, the long blade in his hand seemed to have been activated by the Martial Emperor's blood. Terrifying broadsword light instantly surged out from the deepest part of the long broadsword. Katou Wudo was stunned. "What's this move?" It was a bit familiar! However, he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Bang! The blade was about to land on his body. Katou Wudo shifted his feet and immediately dodged. He dodged.

Emperor Sunwoo stood at the bottom of the stage, holding the handle of his sword, his black dragon robe drapes on his body, he look majestic. "This Emperor will change the punishment." This words made the people around bustle. "What?" "Does His Majesty forgives a traitor?" "This is not good!" "Oh no, what will happen now?" "Beloved Subjects, please calm down." Emperor Sunwoo said, waving his hand. "The last time, This Emperor said out of fury that The second prince will be granted a death by thousand cuts, but This Emperor thought that it is too cruel." When Kana heard it, he frowned.

Bladed energy's entire body was golden, carrying endless killing intent. A huge figure slowly appeared behind Star Sword Emperor. It was an unparalleled emperor. It wore a Dragon Shadow Divine Robe, and its eyes were full of emperor's power. It held a peerlessly sharp emperor sword in the hand.

" Flashback. A few centuries ago, where Blade was still human. He was an emperor that was feared by all, He is known as what they called the tyrant Emperor. "Your Highness, Don't you think it is time for you to chose an empress?" His subjects asked him once again. What everyone cared about was the Emperor's offspring, and which family that he would choose his empress from. "How long has it been since i killed the last person that brought up the topic of an empress?" Blade looked at them coldly, as Dillan who was standing next to him immediately handed him a sword.

“Why the hell did you call for me?” It was his first sentence. His groggy eyes and unkempt clothes were telling them that he was, in fact, still sleeping in his chamber. He was only rushing because his power was mixing with Shadow. It was enough of a signal for Emperor Hisoka to come running with bloodshot eyes. He dealt with the soldiers at ease, regardless of their rank or race. In fact, there were a few dragon races in the mix. He had successfully defeated them without a hitch. A few moments later, the two kings heated the situation and finished up everything with their perplexed expressions.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

In just a blink of an eye, his saber was almost approaching the front of Lucas. Lucas lifted his Immemorial Dragon Sword to block it! Clang! The huge metallic saber in the hands of the Emperor of the Green Saber chopped aggressively against the Immemorial Dragon Sword. 'What?!!' At that moment, the Emperor of the Green Saber was utterly horrified. That was because his huge metallic saber was broken. "My huge metallic saber is broken?" The face of the Emperor of the Green Saber had a look of disbelief but the broken saber in his hand told everything.