578: Encountering the Nine Nether Gates Again

"You don't know who Yao Delong is?!"

The voice of a Cultivator, clearly at the Nascent Soul Stage, suddenly rose, filled with awe and a hint of lingering fear.

"Back when I was defending against the Beast Tide at Biqiu City, I caught a glimpse of that fiend god from afar!"

"He was only in the Nascent Soul Realm back then! Killing Yao Beasts of the same rank was as easy as chopping vegetables!"

"Furthermore, at the Yin Yang Sect's True Inheritance Ceremony, he actually killed the Nine Nether Sect's peerless Prodigy—Blood Net—who was said to be able to fight across realms against the Void Refining Early Stage!"

"He slaughtered him! His Soul and body were completely annihilated on the spot!"

"Blood Net?! That Blood Demon Hand Blood Net?! Hiss... He was killed by Yao Delong?!"

The discussing crowd instantly erupted, filled with shock and fear.

Yao Delong didn't hear another word of the discussion regarding his past achievements.

"Ghost Cry Cliff... Ninth-grade White Flood Dragon... forced into a corner... Golden Core female Cultivator... Nine Nether Sect..."

Several keywords were like the sharpest icicles, stabbing ruthlessly into his heart!

Qiong Shuang! Luo Yan!

Boom—!

A bone-chilling, terrifying killing intent that seemed capable of freezing even space itself erupted from Yao Delong without warning!

It was like an invisible tsunami instantly sweeping in all directions!

"Crackle, crackle..."

Within a hundred-foot radius, all the vibrant flowers were instantly covered in Qiong Shuang, then eerily and silently turned to dust!

Thick, black Mystic Ice condensed on the ground!

The several Cultivators who were talking suddenly felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Nether Ice Hell.

Their Souls were trembling, and they froze in place with fear, their breathing coming to a halt!

Even the You Yuan, who had been frolicking, stopped abruptly, the smile on her small face vanishing.

She looked with uncertainty and alarm at Yao Delong's profile, which had instantly become incredibly terrifying.

"Nine Nether Sect..."

Yao Delong's voice seemed to be squeezed out from ten-thousand-year-old Mystic Ice.

Every word carried a bone-piercing chill and a sky-toppling Evil Qi.

"You're looking for death!"

Whoosh—!

The golden light rose again! It was even more violent and more resolute than when they were traveling before!

It was no longer a simple journey, but one carrying a sky-toppling rage that could burn the eight desolations and a will to kill.

Tearing through the sea of flowers and space itself, it headed straight for that sinister cliff to the east, shrouded in dark clouds and ghostly wails—Ghost Cry Cliff!

Behind him, he left only a group of limp, pale-faced Cultivators and a silent sea of flowers completely frozen by his terrifying killing intent.

Chila—!

The air seemed to be forcibly torn open, leaving a scorched rift!

As the golden light faded, Yao Delong's figure stood in mid-air like a demon god!

Only a few breaths had passed!

Before the aftershocks of the terrifying killing intent had completely dissipated, that chill that froze all things and pierced the Divine Soul had already enveloped the entire outer perimeter of Ghost Cry Cliff!

The originally noisy discussions and arguments instantly fell silent!

All Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, felt their hearts being gripped tightly by an invisible icy hand, and their every breath carried a bone-piercing chill!

Their gazes all turned in horror toward the figure that had suddenly descended.

The outer perimeter of Ghost Cry Cliff was currently like a massive colosseum.

Cultivators of all kinds were either clustered together or occupying advantageous terrain, their gazes filled with greed and wariness as they looked at the churning black mist at the bottom of the cliff.

Among them, the most prominent and arrogant was a group of people occupying the best observation position—the Nine Nether Sect!

Ferocious deep-black dharma robes with twisted skull ghost patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collars.

They exuded a cold, sinister aura, which was the hallmark of Nine Nether Sect Disciples.

Leading them was a thin, withered old man with a hooked nose and gloomy eyes, whose aura had reached the Late Stage Soul Transformation.

He was currently standing with his hands behind his back, a smug and lewd smile on his face.

He was boasting loudly to several Nascent Soul Cultivators beside him, who also possessed significant auras.

"Hmph! A beast that doesn't know what's good for it!" The withered old man was Elder Bai Chi, his voice sharp and ear-piercing.

"A ninth-grade White Flood Dragon that has just transformed and has an unstable Foundation..."

"Being chosen by this Elder to be a mount is a blessing she has cultivated for ten lifetimes!"

"She actually dared to be ungrateful and even tried to resist? She's simply looking for death!"

"She even dragged that Golden Core little wench, who doesn't know the height of the heavens, into this dead end? Stupid! Utterly stupid! Hahaha!"

"Exactly! What kind of status does Elder Bai have? Being able to take an interest in her skin is her good fortune!"

A Nine Nether Sect Elder at the Late Nascent Soul Stage nearby flattered him, his eyes flickering with lewd light.

"Tsk tsk, you didn't look closely. That White Flood Dragon's face and figure after transformation... tsk tsk tsk, they're truly exceptional!"

"And that Golden Core female Cultivator next to her, in her water-blue Daoist robe, that temperament, that figure... Hehe, she's got some kick!"

Another Elder-level figure, also at Nascent Soul Perfection, added with a lewd and sinister smile:

"Old Bai, why act serious with us? What mount? What are you talking about?"

"I think you want to 'ride' her, don't you? Eh? To pin her down and restrain her..."

"Hearing those cold tones turn into low moans, that's what I call real enjoyment, right?? Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Chi was not angry but instead let out an even more arrogant and lewd laugh:

"Hahaha! The one who knows me best is Brother Hei Sha! Restrain her? She restrains me? It's all the same! All the same!"

"As long as she falls into this Elder's hands, won't I be able to play with her however I want?"

"This Elder doesn't mind! Doesn't mind at all! Hahaha!"

Their foul language echoed around the silent cliff valley, like a snake's tongue, making one feel nauseous!

Many Cultivators around, from Righteous Path Sects or Loose Cultivators, heard such unbearable words.

Especially since they were directed at a ninth-grade great Yao who would rather die than submit and was forced to jump into a dead end, and an innocent female Cultivator.

All of them showed anger on their faces, their fists clenched.

However, when they met the cold, sweeping gazes of the Nine Nether Sect group...

That bone-deep evil and unmasked killing intent forced them to swallow their rage.

The Nine Nether Sect! One of the top immortal Sects in the Eastern Region! Their actions were eccentric, ruthless, and unrestrained!

Although they didn't frequently slaughter cities and refine Souls like those in the Demon Realm, exterminating entire families, forcibly seizing treasures...

And violating female Cultivators were as common as a home-cooked meal to them!

If it weren't for the faint checks and balances from the three great righteous leaders—the Moyang Sect, the Yin Yang Sect, and the Myriad Sword Valley—how would their conduct differ from that of demons?!

"Beasts!!"

"They are truly polluting our ears!"

"I really wish... Sigh..."

Countless Cultivators cursed in their hearts, but in the end, they could only remain silent in their anger.

However, at the very moment when the lewd laughter of Bai Chi and the others was at its most unrestrained and ear-piercing—

BOOM!!!!

A bone-chilling killing intent, colder than the dark winds deep within Ghost Cry Cliff and more piercing than the Nine Nether Devilish Qi...

As if coming from an endless abyss, it erupted like a violent cosmic cold current without warning!

Its target was aimed directly at the core area occupied by the Nine Nether Sect!

This killing intent was cold! Pure! It contained a terrifying will that could annihilate all life and freeze eternal time and space!

What was even more terrifying was that it was mixed with an invisible, intangible, yet Soul-piercing vibration that made one's Divine Soul feel as if it were about to crumble and be annihilated!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In the Nine Nether Sect's position, all the Golden Core Disciples felt as if their chests had been struck by an invisible giant hammer!

Blood sprayed out as if it were free!

The protective evil light on their bodies shattered like paper, and their eyes rolled back.

They couldn't even let out a scream, collapsing on the spot like soft mud with their spines removed.

Their auras instantly withered to the extreme, and it looked as if they were about to suffer a Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!