581: Kneel! Here! Before! This! Cliff!

The shrill, desperate pleas for mercy and screams came to an abrupt halt! Four streaks of black light were instantly swallowed by the mouth of the bottle!

The jade bottle flashed with light, then returned to tranquility as Yao Delong retracted it into his sleeve.

The four Nascent Soul Elder were completely stripped of even the chance to enter Reincarnation; what awaited them was the eternal torment of the Yin and Yang within the Demon Refining Bottle!

Within the sword formation, Bai Chi, who was firmly imprisoned, witnessed this slaughter, which was like crushing ants!

Those four sect-mate Nascent Soul Elder, who usually held high status, hadn't even put up a decent resistance before their Physical Body were shattered by a single palm strike, and their Nascent Soul were snatched away like little chicks!

His whole body turned cold, his teeth chattered uncontrollably, and a stream of foul-smelling urine ran down his pant leg!

Despite both being at the Late Stage Soul Transformation, in front of Yao Delong, he truly didn't even have the qualifications to struggle!

Complete and utter crushing! Absolute control!

Yao Delong slowly turned around, his cold gaze like two tangible sharp swords, piercing toward the trembling Bai Chi in the sword formation.

In that gaze, there was no anger, only an indifference like looking at trash.

"Heard..." Yao Delong's voice carried a trace of playful coldness, like a cat playing with a mouse, "So you are the old dog who wanted to snatch my spirit pet? And you wanted her to be your 'mount'?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "mount".

Bai Chi shuddered from being pierced by that gaze. Under the stimulation of extreme fear and Yao Delong's indifferent attitude, he actually developed a sense of absurd, slighted humiliation. Forcing himself to maintain a shred of ferocity, he hissed:

"Yes... so what if it was me! In the world of cultivation, the weak are prey to the strong! That White Flood Dragon had no owner; since this Elder took a liking to it, it is mine! You... you rely on your profound cultivation to forcibly seize others' Opportunity! You... you have no sense of morality! If you have the guts, let me out, and we shall have a fair fight! See my Nine Nether Sect Divine Ability..."

"Pfft!" Before Bai Chi could finish his words, You Yuan, sitting on Yao Delong's shoulder, could no longer hold it in and let out a crisp, disdainful scoff.

"A fair fight? Morality?"

You Yuan dug her ear with her little finger, as if she had heard a huge joke. Her little face scrunched up, full of disgust, "You old piece of dog shit, why don't you go pee and look at your own face in the reflection? With your third-rate skills, you aren't even worthy of carrying this kid's shoes! And you wanted to snatch his spirit pet? Oh, wait, no!"

She seemed to suddenly remember something and exaggeratedly patted her little head, "Qiong Shuang, that silly dragon, is not some spirit pet! She is our companion! She is family! Your dog-shit brain can't even tell this difference; you are truly stupid enough to smoke! Living is just a waste of the Spiritual Qi of this world!"

You Yuan's little mouth was like a machine gun, cursing viciously and ruthlessly, every word stabbing at the heart. Yet, it carried a childlike crispness, making the contrast incredibly damaging!

Bai Chi, being insulted in public by an artifact spirit, was so angry that his old face turned green and then white, wishing he could die from shame and anger! He just wanted to open his mouth to retort, but met Yao Delong's increasingly cold and impatient eyes.

"Enough." Yao Delong spoke indifferently, interrupting this meaningless verbal sparring.

He couldn't be bothered to pursue the process further, nor was he interested in listening to the sophistry of this ant. He raised his hand and pointed across the air at Bai Chi in the sword formation!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several streaks of Yin and Yang Sword Qi, condensed into substance, instantly pierced through the Domain of the sword formation, accurately stabbing into several vital acupoints all over Bai Chi's body!

The Sword Qi entered his body like the most overbearing chains, instantly sealing off his Dantian Qi Sea, Sea of Consciousness Primordial Spirit, and the Meridians of his entire body!

"Arghhh!" Bai Chi let out a miserable scream, as if all his strength had been drained away; the violent Devilish Qi around his body instantly dissipated without a trace!

His whole body, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell straight down from mid-air, and with a "thud," he heavily smashed onto the cold, hard black rock ground in front of Ghost Cry Cliff!

Pfft! The huge impact made him spit out another mouthful of old blood. His bones felt as if they were all broken, and the pain was piercing! But what hurt even more was the humiliation that went deep into his marrow!

He, a dignified Nine Nether Sect Elder, a Late Stage Soul Transformation great Cultivator, at this moment... his cultivation was completely sealed! He lay paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog!

Yao Delong's figure slowly descended like a deity, looking down from above at the disheveled Bai Chi on the ground, whose eyes were filled with resentment and fear.

"For me..." Yao Delong's voice was like a cold wind blowing across an ice field, carrying an unquestionable will, "Kneel! At! This! Cliff! Front!"

As the words fell, an invisible, overwhelming, and irresistible terrifying pressure descended upon Bai Chi!

"No—! Dream on! I, Bai Chi, would rather die... Thud!"

Bai Chi tried to struggle and roar, but that power was too strong! It was like a ten-thousand-fathom divine mountain pressing down on his head! His pitiful Physical Body strength was instantly destroyed!

His leg knees emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound; his entire body was forcibly pressed by that power, and his knees heavily smashed onto the cold rocks! In an incredibly humiliating posture, facing the abyss of Ghost Cry Cliff, which was surging with the aura of death, he knelt down!

"Arghhh!!!" The excruciating pain of his shattered knees and the mental blow of being forcibly and humiliatingly made to kneel caused Bai Chi to let out a shrill, inhuman scream!

He struggled desperately, wanting to lift his head, wanting to straighten his waist, but the power pressing on his body was as heavy as the might of heaven, pinning him firmly in place, unable to move! He could only, like the most devout worshiper, or like a prisoner being judged, humiliatingly bow his head toward the abyss!

The entire perimeter of Ghost Cry Cliff was dead silent! There was only Bai Chi's irrepressible painful panting and whimpering, as well as the whimpering wind coming from the depths of Ghost Cry Cliff, as if echoing this tragic scene.

Everyone's gaze toward Yao Delong was filled with extreme awe and fear! Thunderous methods! Ruthless and decisive! This was the true nature of a fiend god!

Bai Chi's heart-wrenching, humiliation-filled screams gradually grew weaker amidst the whimpering wind of Ghost Cry Cliff, leaving only painful twitching and desperate whimpering.

He was like a living sacrifice forcibly nailed to a pillar of shame, facing the abyss, his knees shattered, his cultivation completely sealed, unable to even commit suicide.

Across the entire perimeter of Ghost Cry Cliff, countless gazes focused on the back of Yao Delong, whose profound star manifestation dao robe was rippling, with awe, fear, shock, and a trace of secret gratification intertwined.

The air seemed to still retain the thunderous aura of slaughter and the chill of Heart Sword annihilation.

Nine Nether Sect, within the territory of the Xuan Ye Dynasty, Netherworld Rift. This was a land of dead silence, shrouded in thick, unmelting Evil Qi and cold winds.

The earth looked as if it had been split open by an ancient devil god with a giant axe, forming a bottomless, giant rift winding like a vicious dragon.

The cliffs on both sides of the rift were not ordinary rocks, but presented an eerie dark purple color, covered in twisted runes and reliefs of unknown Vicious Beast, as if silently swallowing light.

Deep in the rift, massive and ferocious black building complexes rose from the steep cliffs, like the fangs of a giant beast.

The construction material was neither metal nor stone, emitting the cold light of metal and the pale white of bone. Sharp spires pierced through the churning clouds of Evil Qi, and huge skull carvings were embedded in conspicuous positions of the buildings. In the hollow eye sockets, ghostly green phosphorus fires were burning; those were the resentful souls detained by Nine Nether Sect Disciples using secret arts, burning eternally.

This was the top Evil Path immortal sect of the Eastern Region—Nine Nether Sect! Bloody, cold, and eerie were its underlying colors.