CHAPTER 872 TIME FRAGMENT RULE (PART ONE)
Everyone seemed to see the deepest darkness in the world as the black monkey stood there. None of
them ever remembered feeling so terrified and horror-stricken before. It was as if something utterly evil
and perilous was clutching at their hearts and dragging their souls down.
"I am the Misty Emperor. Who are you?"
Although scared, the lord of the Space-time Palace ventured to ask with a tone that conveyed both fear
and awe.
"The Misty Emperor?" The black monkey eyed him from head to toe as he asked.
"Yes." The Misty Emperor nodded.
The black monkey burst into laughter. "You have the cheek to call yourself an emperor? Do you believe
your skills qualify you for that title? I've killed tons of half-step emperors, and every one of them was
stronger than you, asshole!" the black monkey jeered with disdain.
"Who the hell are you?" the Misty Emperor asked as fury coursed through him. "Don't try to deceive me
with your foul words. You're not as strong as you think. If I have estimated correctly, you are the so-
called Primitive Emperor. Am I right?"
As tales of the Primitive Emperor had been in his mind, without much thought, the Misty Emperor
concluded that the monkey was the one that Darren and Luther had mentioned.
"Me?" The black monkey paused and glanced around. He noticed that everyone present was waiting
for his answer with eyes widened and bated breaths. A cunning smile danced on his lips, and when it
seemed intolerable for the Misty Emperor to wait any longer, the black monkey declared, "I am your
grandfather."
Boom!
The black monkey's words had hardly left his lips when the wrath of the Misty Emperor burst forth like a
gushing flood and shook the entire space.
"Did that anger you? Taste the power of my stick. Perhaps it will help you cool down!"
the black monkey taunted as he lifted his golden stick. The stick flew out of his hand and hovered in the
air like a flame. Then, it began to enlarge in size and brightness. Finally, with a great and compelling
force, it descended upon the Misty Emperor.
The Misty Emperor was dumbstruck with astonishment. He realized that the space around him had
been stilled, and he was unable to move.
The piercing light of the stick blinded Luther and Chandler, and so, they couldn't see what had become
of the Misty Emperor after that blow. They heard a dull thud and a harsh roar.
Soon, the light faded, and the unexpected view took everyone's breath away. The Misty Emperor was
still there, alive and unhurt. But it was not the reason that Luther and Chandler were amazed. To their
wonder, the lord of the Space-time Palace had changed into a handsome young man. What was more,
he was furiously battling the stick. In fact, he was hitting it with such speed that none could see the
movement of his arms clearly.
Thunder and lightning emanated from his strikes and swirled around the stick.
Like a frightened animal, the stick cowered before it began to dwindle, and at last, to the astonishment
and relief of the Misty Emperor, the stick vanished into nothingness.
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A tremendous blast ejected the Misty Emperor into the air like a shooting star.
The light from the golden stick hadn't dispersed. Instead, it had consolidated and exploded—and the
violent release of energy attacked the Misty Emperor. After he was thrown into the sky, the golden stick
with runes appeared where he had stood. Blood glistened on top of the stick.
"You are a five-tribulation junior holy warrior!"
The Misty Emperor landed on the ground a few seconds later. Blood oozed from his mouth as he
stared at the black monkey.
"What? I don't know about any warrior, and I am not interested in them. My name is Barnes, and I am a
killer of holy emperors." The black monkey looked bestial and ferocious as he licked his lips and spat
on the ground.
"Barnes?!"
"Is it really him?"
The mere name of Barnes astounded not only the Misty Emperor, but also Luther and Chandler, who
had been watching the fight from a safe distance.
"Darren told me that Barnes had regained his strength in the forbidden area. It appears to be true,"
Chandler said.
"Why is he so malicious?" Luther frowned.
"I don't know. But he is exactly how Darren described him to me," Chandler answered with a frown.
The Misty Emperor was silent as he was too shocked to utter another word.
After a while, he composed himself and ventured to ask, "You are Barnes the Holy? What a big joke! If
you are really him, you could have ended my life in a second. I can predict your strength so accurately
that I am confident you only have the cultivation base of a five-tribulation junior holy warrior. That being
said, you are not Barnes the Holy. Don't try to deceive me, you rascal!"
The Misty Emperor was indeed doubtful, for he had never thought that the famous Barnes the Holy
would look like a ferocious black monkey.
Moreover, he clearly perceived that his strength was even no stronger than that of a senior holy warrior
who had survived six tribulations. The Misty Emperor continued to ponder over the situation in his
mind. Gradually, he became more confident that the black monkey could never be Barnes the Holy.
From his understanding of senior holy warriors who had survived six tribulations, he judged that killing
a new half-step emperor like himself would be just like smashing an ant to them.
So, at length, the Misty Emperor concluded that the black monkey was not Barnes the Holy.
"It matters little whether you believe that I am Barnes the Holy or not. You are going to die anyway!"
Barnes growled and gritted his teeth.
Once again, he released his golden stick and flung it at the Misty Emperor.
"Space-Time Collapse Skill!"
the Misty Emperor roared. He was prepared this time, so he instantly put his mightiest skill into action.
A few seconds later, a seven-colored beam of light rose from his palms.