The Modern-Day Legend of the Beauty Emperor [Completed] (Author: Unknown)

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The dark night, after a period of emptiness, silence, and suffocation, suddenly erupted from the distance, unleashing a blinding, pale flame, accompanied by the furious roar of thunder descending from the heavens.

This was a steep mountain peak, jagged and barren, devoid of any vegetation. The solitary, imposing cliffs, as if carved by a knife, offered no pine, cypress, or vines for climbing; only an ever-flowing sea of mist churned and surged, its depths unknown, its destination unfathomable.

The wind rose, like a demon yearning to burst forth from hell, suddenly bursting through the gates of darkness, howling and raging across the land, horribly ravaging all that was weak.

Lightning flashed, and large raindrops pounded violently against the cliffs, as if the dark sky were about to collapse. Thunder and lightning, fierce winds and torrential rain, threatened to engulf the entire universe. Suddenly, a terrifying thunderclap ripped through the dark sky, as if a flaming divine sword had torn a slit in it. In that instant of lightning, a figure in black appeared atop the cliff.

This person appeared with ghostly speed and mystery; no one could fathom how he had arrived, or even whether he was human or ghost.

This figure in black possessed a human appearance, though his hair was disheveled, his body stiff and rigid like a statue, his face empty and wooden, yet his eyes radiated a terrifying, ancient killing intent, as if he wanted to destroy everything in the world.

His clothes appeared to have been snaggled by countless sharp objects, leaving them tattered and torn. The torrential rain and wind soaked him to the bone, thunderclaps exploded incessantly above his head, and lightning flashed around him constantly, yet he didn't even blink, as if nothing in this world could frighten him.

He slowly circled the cliff top, then suddenly let out a howl that was neither a cry nor a laugh. The sound roared and echoed through the mountains like a tidal wave, even suppressing the enormous thunder in the sky.

The howl lasted for half an hour before the man in black finally stopped. He muttered to himself, "Six hundred years, six hundred years, and only my Heavenly Fiend Clan can find this way out. What will the outside world be like..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone behind him suddenly said, "You're wrong. It's not only your Heavenly Fiend Clan that can ascend here."

The man in black abruptly turned around. A white-clad man in his forties had appeared on the cliff. Although his clothes were just as disheveled as his, he stood tall, with a handsome and refined face, a calm and composed demeanor, and an elegant and leisurely air, giving people a sense of warmth at first glance.

The man in white silently gazed at the man in black, and slowly said, "Once the Heavenly Fiend Clan enters the world, the outside world will become a bloodbath, a living hell. I will not allow you to have a chance to leave, never." As soon as he finished speaking, his arm flicked, and a long sword gleaming with snow-white light appeared in his right palm.

The man in black did not speak, but let out a beast-like growl. He stretched his right arm back, drawing a dark, narrow, flat weapon that resembled neither a sword nor a knife.

The two had sparred more than a hundred times, large and small, and both knew that the other was their greatest rival. Now, they stood silently facing each other, gathering their strength, neither willing to make the first move.

Another flash of lightning, and the man in white seemed to move. Taking advantage of the deepest darkness after the lightning, the man in black suddenly launched an attack. He was dressed in black, and his weapon was also dull and lifeless. He seemed to melt into the night. This attack was swift as lightning, silent and stealthy, leaving no room for defense.

Unexpectedly, the man in white had anticipated his attack. His body moved with the agility of a dragon, leaping into the air and landing behind the man in black, thrusting his sword towards his back.

The man in black was incredibly skilled; losing sight of his opponent, he didn't hesitate, unleashing a black flash that blocked the man in white's fatal blow.

The man in white, his sword blocked, showed no sign of stopping, unleashing over a hundred sword strikes in a flurry of motion, the sword light crisscrossing, the wind whistling, enveloping the man in black completely.

The man in black didn't turn around, having perfectly calculated the trajectory of the man in white's sword attacks. With a flick of his arm, he wove a massive black net behind him, preventing the man in white's swift and stormy swordplay from penetrating even an inch.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the man in black's right arm suddenly passed under his left rib, diagonally stabbing towards the man in white's waist. This sudden and bizarre move caused the man in white to involuntarily take a half-step back.

But in that brief respite, the man in black gained a chance to catch his breath. He suddenly shot upwards, transforming into a sharp black arrow that pierced the white-clad man's chest.

The white-clad man, recognizing the danger, retreated while simultaneously drawing his sword to block the attack. At this moment, a strange scene appeared on the storm-swept cliff. Two figures, one in black and one in white, one horizontal and one vertical, danced and weaved through the sky, their weapons clashing and sparks flying. The thunder and lightning seemed to concentrate entirely on this cliff.

Leaping and falling, the two had already exchanged over a thousand blows on the cliff, still evenly matched. After a while, two shouts rang out, and the two leaped onto a large rock, their weapons pointed directly at each other, their chests heaving.

In the midst of the standoff, the man in black suddenly gripped his weapon with both hands, leaping into the air once more and slashing high towards the man in white. In that instant, his black weapon emitted a dazzling light, brighter than all the lightning in the sky.

The man in white cried out in alarm, "It's the Three Forms of Annihilation..." He wanted to retreat, but seeing that everything within a ten-zhang radius was under the power of the man in black's attack, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise his sword to meet the man in black's weapon.

The two weapons clashed, producing a deafening sound. A flash of sparks disappeared in an instant, and the man in white felt an immense, ghostly force surge through him. In that instant, his arm lost all feeling, and his longsword involuntarily flew from his hand. The tiger's mouth of his right hand, where he was holding the sword, was also deeply ripped open, and blood trickled down to the ground like a thin stream of water.

The man in black, having gained the upper hand, immediately launched a frenzied attack on the man in white from the boulder. While his moves no longer possessed the terrifying power of before, they remained sharp and ruthless as he relentlessly pressed forward. The man in white, unarmed, was overwhelmed by the relentless assault, struggling to defend himself. He was on the verge of being forced off the boulder, and if he fell, his opponent, positioned high above, could deliver a fatal blow.

Suddenly, a look of unwavering resolve and defiance appeared on the man in white's face. With a roar, he leaped into the air, raising his palm to strike at the man in black. A sinister

smile spread across the man in black's face. He knew that his enemy's lower body was now under his attack, and that the opponent's palm strike was still far away and lacked power. He only needed to deliver a simple, clean slash to easily sever the man in white's legs.

With a swift swing of his blade, blood splattered, severing the white-robed man's legs at the knees. But the white-robed man's palms continued their relentless assault, unleashing a deafening roar like a collapsing mountain. An unparalleled force, like a mountain crashing down, struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying. The force of his own blow sent the white-robed man plummeting backward off the boulder, his head slamming against a sharp rock, instantly rendering him unconscious.

The black-robed man, on the other hand, was sent flying over ten feet before crashing to the ground, his ribs and internal organs shattered. He died with a bitter will, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, struggling a few times with his last strength before falling still.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind and rain gradually subsided on the cliff, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the white-clad man slowly began to move. He reached out and touched his severed leg a few times to stop the bleeding. Enduring immense pain, he slowly sat up, looked at the black-clad man's corpse in the distance, and sighed softly, "Blood Wolf, Blood Wolf, it's a pity you didn't finish learning the Three Heaven-Destroying Techniques, otherwise I would be lying here."

After saying this, an indescribable melancholy and sorrow appeared on his face. He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Heavens, Heaven is inherently good, and all Buddhas are compassionate. I hope you will bless me so that I can find a rare talent to save humanity from this impending catastrophe..."

As the man in white spoke, he slowly crawled towards the other side of the cliff with his remaining hands. He crawled with difficulty and pain, gradually disappearing among the rocks.

The wind and rain finally stopped, and a sliver of gray-bright dawn appeared on the dark horizon. The rocks, washed by the rain, shone brightly like crystal. Everything returned to its usual silence, as if nothing had happened. (
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