192: Chapter 192 The Four Kings Awaken, A Terrifying Sense of Pressure

The Old Priest had not yet finished speaking.

A dull, thunderous roar echoed from deep underground—not four separate sounds, but one combined, earth-shattering boom. The very Foundation of the entire Blood Abyss shook from the impact.

The next moment, four beams of blood-colored light of distinct hues erupted from the darkness of the abyss. They were not mere beams of light, but rather four streams of boiling, living energy-magma, forcibly tearing through the rock layers above. The thousand-meter rock wall they pierced did not shatter; instead, it was melted through by the intense heat, leaving the edges of the holes glowing crimson and the rock flowing like liquid.

A scorching wave of heat swept outwards, carrying the stench of sulfur and burning.

Molten rock dripped into the blood pool, emitting a 'hissing' sound and stirring up vast clouds of blood-red steam. The entire cavern shook, and the stone carvings on the walls, which recorded ancient history, peeled and crumbled amidst the tremors, falling into the pool in a flurry.

Amidst the smoke and blood mist, four figures descended slowly from the newly opened molten holes, hovering in mid-air.

The moment they appeared, the air ceased to be air.

An invisible pressure gripped the entire space; sound was swallowed, light was distorted, and even breathing became an act that required immense effort. This pressure was not singular, but fourfold, each possessing a distinct texture, yet all pointing toward the same source—destruction.

Su Changge had once encountered the remnant soul of the Old Ancestor Xuantian and had witnessed the might of a Golden Core Cultivator, but the four people before him were on a completely different level of life. It was an absolute suppression of Rank that made him feel insignificant from the depths of his Divine Soul.

The Dragon in the pool, formed from energy, now dimmed in light, its massive body instinctively shrinking back, emitting not a roar, but a whimper that sounded almost like a plea.

Su Changge's gaze pierced through the rising blood mist, clearly seeing the appearance of the four individuals.

The one on the far left was a giant of a man, clad in heavily battered blood-red armor, covered in old slash and tear marks, with every scar soaked in dried Evil Qi. His red hair blazed like fire, and his eyes burned with unmasked brutality and Battle Intent. Merely making eye contact with him caused Su Changge's skin to feel a burning pain.

This was the Mad Blood Prince.

Right next to him was a figure wrapped in a black robe, which seemed to be woven from pure shadow, swallowing all of his outlines. Only a pair of narrow, elongated eyes emitted a faint glimmer from beneath the hood; that gaze was cold and viscous, devoid of any emotion, merely assessing the weaknesses of its prey.

That was the Shadow Kill Prince.

The third was a woman with a curvaceous figure. She was wrapped only in a few wisps of light red gauze, her snow-white skin glowing with an ivory luster under the blood-red light. She was smiling at Su Changge, a smile that possessed a magical power capable of reaching the deepest desires of the human heart, yet in her charming eyes lay absolute coldness, as if she were examining an interesting toy that could be crushed at any moment.

The Succubus Prince.

The last person looked the most unremarkable. A middle-aged man with a rigid expression, indifferent demeanor, and simple attire, his aura so faint it could be ignored. Yet among these four, it was the faint, elusive silence emanating from this man that made Su Changge's heart tighten the most. It was a Death Qi that suggested all things returning to their end; his very existence seemed to be declaring the meaninglessness of life.

Prince Jimie.

These were the Four Princes of the blood clan, four ancient existences whose power was sufficient to contend with the top experts of the Human Race.

"Welcome, Mad Blood Prince!"

"Welcome, Shadow Kill Prince!"

"Welcome, Succubus Prince!"

"Welcome, Prince Jimie!"

The Old Priest had prostrated himself on the ground again, shouting their titles in a hoarse voice, his entire body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind due to awe and excitement. He was eager to introduce the existence of the King to these four, his voice cracking from the strain.

"Your Highnesses! The true King has returned! This is…"

"Hmph."

A cold snort interrupted the Old Priest.

It was not merely a sound, but more like an invisible, heavy hammer striking the Old Priest's chest. The Old Priest tasted sweetness in his throat, and his entire body was knocked back several meters by the sonic wave, a mouthful of blood foam spraying uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to steady himself, his complexion ashen, yet he dared not show even a shred of dissatisfaction, bowing his head even lower.

With just a single sound, the combat capability of a Golden Core Cultivator priest was crippled.

The Mad Blood Prince's burning eyes were now firmly fixed on Su Changge upon the throne. In that gaze was naked scrutiny, suspicion, and a matter-of-fact murderous intent.

His thunderous voice rolled through the cavern, each word causing the rock walls to buzz.

"Where did this young pup come from, daring to sit on our clan's throne?"

The moment the words fell, four distinct, terrifying pressures closed in from four directions, with only one goal—to grind the figure on the throne, along with the bone throne beneath him, into powder.

Su Changge sat there, motionless.

There was still no expression on his face, and his gaze had not shifted a fraction from its calmness. He did not even look up at the Four Princes, simply sitting securely, appearing like a stone statue that had coexisted with this cavern for ten thousand years.

But in reality, his back beneath his wide robes was already soaked with cold sweat.

The instant he was locked on by those four pressures, all the muscles in his body went rigid. Let alone standing up, he felt he could not even move his knuckles. His body no longer belonged to him, forcibly solidified by an external force, his bones groaning under the unbearable burden.

His legs, hidden beneath his robes, had actually gone weak. If he were not still sitting on the chair, he had no doubt he would have collapsed immediately.

【Warning! Ultra-high energy level life form detected!】

【Warning! Host is being locked on by four ultra-high intensity malicious auras!】

【Warning! Life threat level: Extremely lethal!】

On the System panel, blood-red text refreshed rapidly, the blinding red light jumping wildly in his field of vision like a dying heart.

Su Changge forcibly suppressed the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat due to fear.

He knew this was the closest he had come to death since his Transmigration.

The role he was playing was the "returning King."

A King, when facing the provocation of subordinates, could be indifferent, could be angry, could be disdainful, but he could never be afraid.

At this moment, if he showed even the slightest sign of weakness—even a shift of his gaze, a disruption in his breathing, an unconscious curling of his fingertips—it would be instantly captured, and then death would follow.

He could not move.

To move was to fail completely and be doomed beyond salvation.

Keep acting.

With his life, keep this performance going.