215: The Underworld Saint's trump card

“Whoosh!”

A single word stirred up a thousand waves!

Everyone was in an uproar, including the several quasi-Emperor powerhouses who had re-merged into the Void Realm.

Although the burly man who suddenly appeared had considerable strength, how could he possibly think of making the Ji Lian Family submit? That was the Ji Lian Family, whose strength was even greater than that of the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect.

“Your Excellency, you’re asking too much!”

Uncle Ji Lian’s expression turned ugly upon hearing this.

“Asking too much is better than extermination!” A Hui said solemnly.

“How dare you insult my Ji Lian Family!”

The other party’s words were not just an insult to him, but to the Ji Lian Family. A dignified Emperor Sect being threatened like this—if he were to back down, wouldn’t he be ridiculed by others?

“Boom!”

Just then, a roar sounded, and Wu Luo broke free.

“He’s yours!”

A Hui said indifferently.

If he didn’t take the opportunity, then he would only become cultivation crystals.

“That’s exactly what I intended!”

Wu Luo clenched his fists, looking at Uncle Ji Lian with a sinister grin.

“Daring to covet my Ancient Martial Emperor Sect, you’ve truly lived long enough!”

“Wu Luo, how dare you insult me!”

Uncle Ji Lian was furious. He knew that successfully retreating now was impossible.

A terrifying battle erupted between the two sides.

Meanwhile, A Hui, under everyone’s gaze, slowly walked up to Saint Ming.

“Roar!”

Just then, a roar, followed by the Yin Corpse breaking through layers of seals, roared as it charged towards him.

Facing the Yin Corpse, which seemed terrifying to outsiders, A Hui’s expression remained unchanged. He pointed a finger, which passed through layers of Void Realm and unimpededly touched the Yin Corpse’s glabella.

The Yin Corpse, originally with blood-red eyes and a body filled with violent Qi, suddenly stopped moving, as if it had lost its vitality, standing motionless in mid-air.

“Pfft!”

Saint Ming, who was desperately resisting the power of the Emperor Weapon, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Impossible! How could you destroy the life soul I left in the Yin Corpse!”

Saint Ming said in disbelief.

“You truly have dealings with the Netherworld. You even know the unique Corpse Refinement Art of the Netherworld!”

After collecting the Yin Corpse, A Hui said faintly.

Saint Ming’s expression changed drastically upon hearing this!

“What?”

These words were heard by everyone, who couldn’t help but look at Saint Ming, and his expression was self-evident.

“Saint Ming, you actually colluded with the Netherworld?”

“Damn it, you bastard, you’ve harmed us!”

Jian Chuan and He Yun immediately shouted angrily.

It wasn’t that they had such firm principles, but that the Karma involved in this matter was too great, and they hadn’t colluded with the Netherworld. They wouldn’t bear the infamy even if they died.

“Hahahaha! Hahahahaha…”

Knowing that he could no longer hide, Saint Ming couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Cultivating the Dao for three hundred and fifty epochs, scheming against countless people, all for eternal life!”

“For this, what if I trade with the Netherworld? I ask you, whose hands are clean?”

Saint Ming looked at everyone, sneering.

“Even if my hands are stained with the blood of countless living beings, I would never do something that betrays the Human Race!” He Yun said furiously, exasperated.

“Enough. I originally intended to take you all away, but it seems we are not on the same path after all. Then, you shall die for me!”

Saint Ming murmured softly, his eyes gradually brightening.

At the same time, strange blood-red lights surged from his body, transforming into crimson tentacles that lunged at Jian Chuan and the other person.

“Damn it, what are you doing?”

Jian Chuan and the other person were shocked, wanting to use their methods to resist, but the pressure of the Emperor Weapon gave Saint Ming an opportunity, instantly binding the two of them like zongzi!

“Ah!!!”

Piercing wails erupted, while Saint Ming rapidly grew stronger with an expression of enjoyment.

“Blood God Race’s methods!”

A Hui was surprised. The Blood God Race was backed by the Yellow Springs Hall, which was at odds with the Nether Palace. But how could Saint Ming use the methods of two opposing forces?

Soon, the wails grew fainter, and Saint Ming’s cultivation successfully broke through to the Second Step Quasi-Emperor.

A Hui instantly attacked, and the Glazed Bowl descended. A surge of Emperor Might instantly severed Saint Ming’s tentacles.

Pfft! Pfft!

Jian Chuan and the other person’s bodies fell out. They were not dead, but their vitality had been mostly drained, and their cultivation had been largely siphoned away. The Emperor Ring behind them flickered faintly, barely maintaining their Quasi-Emperor cultivation.

A Hui quickly stepped forward, shoved several rewarded Medicinal Pills into their mouths, then sealed their cultivation, and threw them into the Origin World.

“You deserve to die!”

Saint Ming secretly hated. He had used his trump card, intending to use the two of them to Breakthrough to the Late Stage of the Second Step or even the Perfection Realm, but he was forcefully interrupted just as he was about to Breakthrough. He finally understood Uncle Ji Lian’s feelings.

“I deserve to die? You might not be fully awake yet!”

A Hui’s face showed a cruel sneer. He slapped out, and Saint Ming was sent flying like a broken rag. Saint Ming also took the opportunity to instantly escape the suppression of the Emperor Weapon, appearing a hundred thousand li away.

“Do you think you can kill me?”

Saint Ming laughed loudly, then took out a Talisman as black as ink.

“Summoning God Nether Talisman!”

“How do you have that!”

A Hui’s expression changed drastically, and he immediately rushed over, trying to stop Saint Ming, but it was already too late!

He saw Saint Ming cut open his chest, and blood gushed like a pillar into the Talisman.

“By the command of the Blood God, protect my withered body!”

“Blood God, grant me power!”

As Saint Ming chanted loudly, a mysterious power suddenly descended upon him!

As the mysterious power descended, Saint Ming’s cultivation continued to climb: Early Stage of the Second Step, Middle Stage of the Second Step... As his cultivation rose, this commotion also awakened the old monsters hidden in the Wuqian Territory.

“Hmm? The aura of the Netherworld!”

“How bold! Someone is receiving power from the Netherworld across space!”

“Seeking death!”

Wu Qian Ancient City!

This was an ancient city in the heart of the Wuqian Territory, whose age could be traced back to the Ancient Era. It did not belong to any force, nor did any force dare to cause trouble here.

Because since the disappearance of the Wuqian Pavilion, this city had been controlled by the One Pavilion Three Associations, among the Peak forces of the continent.

And at this moment, Saint Ming’s commotion awakened the old monsters hidden in this ancient city.

“It’s that fellow from the Nether God Holy Land!”

“What a waste. We originally intended to use him to lure out the people of the Netherworld behind him, but he exposed himself!”

Several Divine Thoughts intertwined.

If Saint Ming knew the information they were exchanging, he would surely be terrified, for he had apparently been watched by the people of the One Pavilion Three Associations for a long time.

“What should we do? Judging by this trend, that guy’s cultivation is at least Fourth Step, or even Fifth Step!”

A Divine Thought sounded.

“Let’s observe first! That burly man is also from the Netherworld, but he’s been enslaved by someone, and that army gives me an unusual feeling. Let’s watch first!”

“I always feel there will be a surprise!”

A Divine Thought came through.

“Then let’s watch first!”

The Divine Thoughts above Wu Qian Ancient City quickly dissipated.

Above Luo Shen Pass, Saint Ming’s cultivation broke through the Fourth Step shackles and stopped at the Early Stage of the Fifth Step Quasi-Emperor Realm. At the same time, his entire body was enveloped in a strange blood mist.

“Such intoxicating power, even if this power can only last for a period of time!”

Saint Ming felt the surging power in his body, and his entire being couldn’t help but show an intoxicated expression.

If he only had this much ability, he would have fled when his identity was exposed earlier.

The reason he stayed was to create a huge disturbance, and besides, there was so much nourishment here, enough for his cultivation to greatly increase!

“The show begins. Now, can you still kill me?”

Saint Ming looked at A Hui with a triumphant expression.

“How long can you maintain this kind of power?” A Hui retorted.

Saint Ming’s eyes turned cold, and he suddenly struck with a palm. The dark sky outside was instantly enveloped in blood mist.

A Hui’s expression changed. Seeing the terrifying attack, he summoned the Glazed Bowl without hesitation, placing it upside down on his head. A glazed barrier protected him within it.

“Crack!”

With a loud bang, the glazed barrier began to crack.

“Boom!”

Even with a Quasi-Emperor Weapon in his hand, A Hui still couldn’t block Saint Ming’s attack. He was sent flying, and Saint Ming also took the opportunity to instantly break free from the Emperor Weapon’s suppression, appearing a hundred thousand li away.

“Don’t think you’re invincible just because you have an Emperor Weapon!”

Saint Ming sneered, and a terrifying aura surged from his body, instantly sweeping across hundreds of millions of li. Countless living beings trembled under this immense pressure. At this moment, all ongoing battles also ceased under this pressure.