137: The demon world is dark and there is no life, and the Nine Netherworlds enter the world!

Hearing the System's prompt, Jiang Xuan's heart filled with joy; the Dragon Clan mission was finally complete.

However, he was not in a hurry to evolve his Bloodline; he would wait until he returned to Kyushu, just in case.

He had more important matters now; he saw the Vermilion Bird Demon Emperor's Great Emperor Dao Fruit fly out of his body. Jiang Xuan reached out and, with a pull, took the Dao Fruit into his hand.

Last time, Ao Feng's Dao Fruit allowed his Clone to directly enter the Saint King Realm. He wondered what Realm he would reach this time, and Jiang Xuan's heart was filled with anticipation.

He glanced at the Vermilion Bird Demon Emperor, extended his palm, and took out the Emperor Pills from his body. These were all good things! The Vermilion Bird Demon Emperor, having lost his Emperor Pills, instantly reverted to his original form.

A massive Vermilion Bird lay before Jiang Xuan. With a wave of his hand, he stored it in his ring, thinking, 'I said I'd roast your wings, and I will.'

Jiang Xuan suddenly thought of the little monk from Myriad Law Temple. 'Heh heh, if he knew I was roasting Vermilion Bird meat, how greedy would he be?'

Finally, Jiang Xuan glanced at the remaining Vermilion Bird Clan members and said coldly, "Hand over your Divine Soul imprints."

There was no trace of resentment in the eyes of the remaining Vermilion Bird Clan members, only fear of Jiang Xuan. They even blamed the Vermilion Bird Demon Emperor, thinking, 'This is a Demon God! Is he someone you can offend? Now look, the whole clan suffers because of you.'

After collecting their Divine Soul imprints, Jiang Xuan brought all the Vermilion Bird Clan members into the Heavenly Realm. From now on, they would be the Heavenly Realm's mounts.

In the future, when the people of the Heavenly Realm travel, Vermilion Birds will lead the way. Just thinking about it felt grand enough.

Late at night, at Jiang Xuan's residence, Jiang Xuan looked at the Demon Ancestor's Clone, which was emitting a faint Emperor's might, and marveled, "You've already reached Quasi-Emperor?"

A hint of envy flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. 'This is what you call cheating! It's only been a few days, and he's already a Quasi-Emperor.'

The Demon Ancestor looked at his main body triumphantly, "Hehe, who told you that you couldn't use it? You can only Break through with limit points."

"Alright, alright, don't rub it in," Jiang Xuan interrupted.

"You stay in the Monster Realm; I should return to Kyushu."

The Demon Ancestor nodded, then a glint appeared in his eyes, "When shall we visit the Li Tian Clan!"

He now controlled the entire Monster Realm. What could an ancient Emperor Clan do to resist?

A cold light flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes, "No rush. The appearance of a Monster Realm Great Emperor in the Human Race territory means those old fogeys won't sit idly by, especially since it's an ancient Emperor Clan."

"But it will be soon. When the Kyushu Emperor Road opens, and also the Three Realms Battlefield, I think the System will definitely issue missions. By then, I might have already Broken through to a limit Great Emperor, invincible in the universe!"

At that time, whoever dared to obstruct would be slain.

As Jiang Xuan finished speaking, an invincible Aura emanated from him, causing ripples in the air.

After a long while, the surroundings returned to calm. "It's time to go. I leave the Monster Realm to you."

The Demon Ancestor smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, with me here, the Monster Realm is safe. As for you, Kyushu is not like the Monster Realm; there's no Progenitor Dragon Bloodline suppression, so be careful with everything."

Jiang Xuan grinned. If he really encountered a Great Emperor, he could just hide in the Heavenly Realm. In a sense, he was invincible.

Before long, a spatial fluctuation appeared around Jiang Xuan, followed by a white pillar of light. His entire being instantly vanished from the spot.

After Jiang Xuan left, the Demon Ancestor's expression was playful. 'A little mouse has come. A troublemaker is a troublemaker.'

In a jungle a few miles from the Dragon Clan, at the top of a tens-of-meters-tall tree, Ming Wusheng stood in the night sky, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked in the direction of the Dragon Clan.

A chillingly cold voice emanated from his mouth, echoing in the dark night sky, "Killing my Demon Race royal Bloodline, no matter who you are, you must die!"

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded behind Ming Wusheng, startling him.

"Who!"

Ming Wusheng shouted, turning around quickly. In the darkness, an enchanting face appeared before him.

"It's you!"

The message returned by the black-robed man that day naturally included a description of the Demon Ancestor's appearance. Therefore, Ming Wusheng recognized the person in front of him as the killer of his Demon Race royalty at a glance.

Ming Wusheng sneered, "Heh heh, indeed, the road to heaven was open, but you didn't take it; the gates of Hell were closed, but you barged in. Perfect, it saves me the trouble of going to the Dragon Clan to find you!"

"Jie jie, dare to kill my Demon Race? I will cut your flesh piece by piece, making your life worse than death!"

After he finished speaking, a giant skull appeared behind him, and the Aura around him became extremely evil and sinister.

The Demon Ancestor's expression was calm, as if he were dealing with an ant. With a wave of his hand, Emperor's might emerged, and Ming Wusheng was instantly sent flying backward.

"What! This Aura, you're a Quasi-Emperor!"

Ming Wusheng was dumbfounded. 'Which idiot sent back that message?! You tell me a Quasi-Emperor is a Saint?'

He cursed the entire family of the Demon Race member who sent the message. He swore that after returning, he would slaughter their entire clan to appease his hatred!

Ming Wusheng would never have imagined that someone could Break through from Saint to Quasi-Emperor in just a few days.

In the Void Realm, Ming Wusheng dared not linger. A black-glowing bracelet appeared in his hand. He tossed it into the sky, and instantly, the black bracelet spun rapidly, forming a dark hole in the Void Realm.

Ming Wusheng glanced at it, his face full of heartache, and without looking back, he plunged into the black hole.

Jiang Xuan looked at the closing black hole, his expression unreadable.

In the Demon Realm's Void Realm, a black hole appeared, and Ming Wusheng emerged from it with a gloomy face, "Damn it, I wasted a spatial Sacred Artifact!"

Recalling his encounter, he gnashed his teeth in hatred. He had originally thought it was just killing a Saint, effortless, and he could also get the Old Ancestor's Emperor Weapon, gaining some prestige. Who would have thought he almost lost his life?

"Damn it, I'll go back and torture that Demon Race member to death!"

"Thump thump thump..."

Suddenly, heartbeats echoed through the world, and Ming Wusheng's mind was greatly shaken, as if he had fallen into boundless Hell. "Why... why is there such a terrifying feeling!"

"This heartbeat..."

Just then, he suddenly sensed something, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He slowly turned around, shaking.

He saw a black-robed youth staring at him with a cold expression, his body emitting dense Devilish Qi. The black, eerie runes on his forehead connected to the corners of his eyes, extending like a spiderweb to his earlobes. His entire being was like a devil returned from the Nine Nether Hell!

Ming Wusheng's Devilish Qi, in front of him, was like a small witch meeting a great one.

A strong fear arose in his heart, "Who is this person? How can he have such dense Devilish Qi!"

Among all the Geniuses in the Demon Realm, he had never seen anyone whose Demonic Path Qi was so strong, even more so than a Demon Race member.

Ming Wusheng was extremely wary, wondering why this mysterious figure appeared behind him.

He tried to stabilize his mind, cautiously saying, "Your Excellency, I wonder..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ming Wusheng suddenly let out a roar!

"How dare you!"

In the Void Realm, a spatial force instantly confined Ming Wusheng. Black mist appeared around him, engulfing his entire being.

Without any screams, the black mist dissipated, and in the space, only a drop of Demon Race essence blood remained.

The black runes on his forehead glowed, absorbing the Demon Race essence blood, and the light emitted was a few shades brighter than before.

Not long after, the runes returned to calm. The Nine Nether Clone's expression was cold, his pupils dark, and his figure slowly vanished into the blood-soaked space.

From this point on, the Demon Realm would usher in a huge storm!