Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

In the blink of an eye, two streaks of light came breaking through the distance.

"That person ahead is from the Human race," exclaimed Ye Qiu.

"The one behind is from the Three-eyed race," the Tauren chieftain gave a piercing stare.

A human was frantically fleeing ahead, shouting and yelling as he escaped, as if he wished he had eight legs instead of just two.

Following him was a man dressed in magnificent attire, exuding an air of nobility. He held a staff in his hand and had an incredibly handsome face. The most striking feature was the eye on his forehead, although the third eye was closed.

This characteristic was a perfect match for the Three-eyed race. Who else could it be?

He emitted a powerful aura, moving at an incredible speed. He rode a flying blue fish that seemed to close the distance as they chased.

Lying on the chariot and leaning against Li Xiang, the Black Emperor suddenly widened its eyes and stood up instantly. Its black fur began to tremble as a glint of green light sparked in its eyes. It stared intently at the human figure ahead while revealing its fangs.

"Is that Sikong Zhairi? Why is he here?"

Not only the Black Emperor, but Li Xiang also recognized that figure at first glance. If they had met before, there would be no way he could forget. With his memory, a mere glimpse would leave an indelible mark on his memory.

Sikong Zhairi, it must be Sikong Zhairi.

Woof!

"Let me avenge myself first. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. The events of that year were the greatest humiliation for me!"

The Black Emperor roared and transformed into a black light, swirling a gust of dark wind in mid-air, madly pouncing towards Sikong Zhairi. Its eyes bore an intense, seething hatred reaching deep into its core.

"Who is this Sikong Zhairi? To make the Black Emperor hold such a grudge, and to still be alive while being pursued by the Black Emperor. Who is this remarkable individual?" Ye Qiu murmured to himself, his mouth agape.

"Could it be that the Black Emperor and Sikong Zhairi share some unforgettable past? How come I've never heard of it before? Amitabha, fellow Sikong, truly a valiant warrior of our Human race!" Lu Zhishen also exclaimed in admiration.

Whoever it was, they deserved respect to have earned the Black Emperor's enduring grudge and still lived on.

"Is that black light the Black Emperor?"

Sikong Zhairi never expected a black light to suddenly charge toward him. His face instantly contorted, and the deep-seated trauma in his heart intensified infinitely. The past events rushed to his mind like a nightmare.

Ever since he first encountered the Black Emperor all those years ago, he discovered something that terrified him. His hand had truly lost control. He did not know if it was the influence of the Black Emperor or if he had simply become accustomed to it, but he would grab anything within reach. This single aspect led him to a life where everyone despised and persecuted him like a street rat.

However, upon seeing the Black Emperor, Sikong Zhairi was no longer afraid. Instead, his face contorted with resentment as he roared, "Black Emperor, you wicked dog! You have ruined my innocence. Today, I won't let you off the hook. Good, good, good. Let's settle all the old and new scores! Witness the unparalleled magical power I have cultivated specifically for you. Take this, the Supreme Fart Technique - Five-Spice Arhat Fart!"

Sikong Zhairi let out a wrathful yell, ignoring the powerful Three-eyed race pursuers behind him. He turned around, instantly positioning his back towards the Black Emperor.

His eyes glowed with madness, a frenzied gaze filled with the anticipation of avenging a great vendetta.

"What? How brazen of you to point your rear at me? I will reduce you to ashes," pronounced the Black Emperor as its face turned green with fury.

Using all four limbs, it abruptly halted its charge toward Sikong Zhairi. Seeing him turn his back heightened the vengeance in the Black Emperor's heart.

With a wave of its hand, the Black Emperor sent a green fireball rolling toward Sikong Zhairi.

"Take my fart first!" Sikong Zhairi shouted.

Farting, for cultivators, was a simple matter.

As long as they had true essence and mana in their bodies, it could be easily accomplished. However, Sikong Zhairi believed that farting was not so simple. It required the mind to be completely free, with the pneuma flowing naturally, and the mind and intention focused inward.

Only then could one produce a fart that could rock the heavens and sway the celestial spheres.

Ever since his first feud with the Black Emperor, Sikong Zhairi discovered an awakened talent within himself. This talent was none other than the "Fart Emperor Talent."

After awakening this talent, Sikong Zhairi never dared to speak about it publicly. However, he diligently practiced and refined his origin energy day after day, all for this moment, for the day he would face the Black Emperor with a winning trump card in his hand.

Seeing the Black Emperor, all his apprehensions vanished. He turned around and presented his buttocks to the Black Emperor.

"Fart Emperor Talent - Five-Spice Arhat Fart!"

"Behold my power, a fart that will shatter the heavens!" Sikong Zhairi's face contorted as he let out a mighty roar.

This airflow was extraordinary, capable of shaking the heavens with a single breath.

Boom!

After a loud explosion resonated from his rear, a surge of air current flowed out from behind Si Kong Zhairi. This pneuma had transformed from invisible to tangible, forming a statue of a colorful Arhat. Iridescent lights shimmered around the statue as if five different types of pneuma were ascending, rendering it vivid and lifelike.

As soon as it appeared, it charged toward the Black Emperor.

The Arhat emanated an extremely strange and terrifying scent from the five distinct gases. Each individual gas, on its own, was incredibly fragrant, providing an incomparable sensory pleasure.

The collision between the Five-Spiced Arhat Fart and the Black Emperor's green fire was akin to a divine entity wielding a fist, intending to directly shatter and annihilate the green fire. However, the green fire was peculiar, almost illusory, passing through the Five-Spiced Arhat's body and rushing toward Si Kong Zhairi.

Nevertheless, the Five-Spiced Arhat did not stop and, under exertion of force, appeared in front of the Black Emperor. The Arhat's face twisted into a sinister smile, which morphed into an almost wicked grin as the five different gases converged and entwined around its body.

A dreadful scene unfolded.

The entire Five-Spiced Arhat burst forth with a dazzling display of five-colored lights. Its body violently expanded before ultimately exploding in front of the Black Emperor.

Boom!

The explosion was louder than thunder, overwhelming in its might. The destructive force of the Arhat was incredibly ferocious, unleashing a pressure that could split the heavens, easily surpassing the attacking power of any mythical realm powerhouse.

"Ah, it stinks! My nose!"

Almost simultaneously, two cries of anguish could be heard.

A green water curtain manifested around the Black Emperor's body, enveloping it completely. Despite the explosion caused by the Five-Spiced Arhat, it did not inflict any physical damage. It merely shattered the green water curtain. Immediately after, the Black Emperor let out a cry of agony, clutching its nose with both claws, its eyes going blank. It then began to retch incessantly, regurgitating the food it had consumed moments ago.