157: Chapter 157 The Nine Netherworld Demon Emperor Bows His Head: Humiliatingly Obeys His Command

The Horned Elder felt the terrifying power coming from the palm of the Jiuyou Demon Emperor.

He struggled in terror but was unable to move in the slightest.

Despair flashed in his eyes, knowing that Your Majesty the Demon Emperor had already fallen into an abyss of madness.

Following the command of the Jiuyou Demon Emperor, the entire demon palace shook once more.

Countless powerhouses of the Yao Race were forcibly summoned; fear flickered in their eyes, yet they dared not defy the will of the Demon Emperor.

One after another, ancient transport Formations were activated, and massive demonic power was poured into them, emitting a deafening hum.

In the capital, above the Imperial Palace.

Chu Tiankuo was as pale as paper, vomiting blood mouthful after mouthful.

He felt the intense pain in his mind connected to the golden dragon of dynastys fortune, as well as the weakness left behind by the backlash of that massive power.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Although that blood-colored beam of light was eventually suppressed by the power of the Great Chu Dynasty's Foundation.

It still caused irreversible damage to the Luck of Great Chu.

This kind of damage would be difficult to compensate for in a short time, and might even affect the future development of the Great Chu Dynasty.

"Your Highness!"

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, Ximen Lie, and other powerhouses struggled against their injuries and quickly came to Chu Tiankuo's side.

They looked at the bottomless, huge hole under the night sky.

And the remaining Demonic Qi that was still permeating, their eyes filled with worry.

"The Yao Race has truly gone mad this time!"

Ximen Lie spoke in a deep voice; the whisk in his hand was already broken, and his Face was full of horror.

"Such methods have touched the Foundation of the race's Luck."

"What kind of existence could make the Demon Emperor act so regardless of everything?"

Chu Tiankuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the broken Imperial Palace below and the panicked citizens in the capital.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging Qi in his body.

"This matter must be investigated thoroughly!"

His voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Li Mu, convey my orders."

"Strengthen the guard inside and outside the capital! All guard armies are to be mobilized."

"Conduct a carpet search, and do not let any suspicious person go!"

Chu Tiankuo bypassed Emperor Yuanwu and issued the order directly.

"Yes!"

Li Mu, at this moment, could not care about his own injuries; he endured the intense pain and left to carry out the order.

At this time, far away in the Demon Domain, the Jiuyou Demon Emperor had ordered the demons to open the transport Formation.

Following the command of the Jiuyou Demon Emperor, the entire demon palace shook once more.

Countless powerhouses above the Great Demon level were forcibly summoned; fear flickered in their eyes, yet they dared not defy the will of the Demon Emperor.

One after another, ancient transport Formations were activated, and massive demonic power was poured into them, emitting a deafening hum.

That was the most ancient forbidden transport Formation of the Yao Race.

Once fully opened, it could cross the endless Void Realm and project the true body of the Demon Emperor into the heartland of the Human Race.

Just as the light of the transport Formations shone brightly and was about to tear through the Void Realm.

A cold and majestic voice, like Nine Heavens thunder, suddenly exploded over the demon palace.

"Jiuyou, stop!"

Before the words fell, an incomparably powerful Demonic Qi descended from the depths of the Void Realm, instantly shrouding the entire demon palace.

That Demonic Qi was not violent, but carried an ancient, silent, yet majestic pressure capable of suppressing all things.

All the powerhouses of the Yao Race trembled violently under this pressure, as if pressed by an invisible giant hand.

They knelt down one after another, unable to even lift their heads.

A figure slowly walked out from the Void Realm.

He was slender, with a dark green robe fluttering in the wind, a Face as handsome as a demon, and eyes as deep as the endless starry sky.

He did not emit any violent aura.

Yet, it caused the Jiuyou Demon Emperor's manic rage to instantly solidify, like lava frozen by ice.

"Demon... Demon Saint!"

The Horned Elder exclaimed in a trembling voice.

The newcomer was one of the supreme existences in the Yao Race, the Demon Saint!

"Jiuyou, you are too presumptuous!"

The voice of the Demon Saint was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"For the sake of a mere Clone and the backlash of a Karma secret technique,"

"You dare to disregard the safety of the race and forcibly open a forbidden transport Formation,"

"Intending to spark a full-scale war?"

The Jiuyou Demon Emperor was suppressed by the aura of the Demon Saint, his body stiff, but the blood light in his eyes did not dissipate.

He suddenly broke free from the pressure of the Demon Saint and let out an unwilling roar.

"Demon Saint!"

"That Human Race junior ruined my great plan and swallowed my Origin remnant thoughts."

"He even blocked my secret technique twice."

"Such a great humiliation, if I do not take revenge, where is my Face?"

The Demon Saint's gaze was deep.

He glanced lightly at the Jiuyou Demon Emperor's nearly collapsing Origin aura, as well as the ground in the palace corroded by demon blood.

He sighed lightly.

"Your Face, compared to the survival of billions of creatures of the Yao Race, which is lighter or heavier?"

"Besides, the plans of those few adults are about to succeed."

"You must not disrupt it at this time."

"Otherwise, if those adults blame me, I cannot save you."

Immediately, he slowly raised his hand, and a dark green light flew from his fingertip.

It instantly merged into those transport Formations that were about to start.

The humming stopped abruptly, and the light quickly dimmed.

The ancient Formation patterns were like being wiped away by an invisible force, falling completely into silence.

"Demon Saint!"

The Jiuyou Demon Emperor's eyes were about to split.

He wanted to stop it, but was suppressed by the terrifying pressure emitted by the Demon Saint, unable to move at all.

"Jiuyou, your Origin has been damaged, and your mind is lost."

The voice of the Demon Saint carried a trace of fatigue, but it was even more firm.

"Forcibly descending into the heartland of the Human Race at this moment is no different from throwing yourself into a net."

"Although the Great Chu Dynasty has declined,"

"However, its Foundation is far beyond your imagination."

"They are still capable of killing a Demon Emperor."

"Also, can you defeat the person who just blocked your 'Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation'?"

The pupils of the Jiuyou Demon Emperor shrank, and he suddenly remembered the vast power that tore through his forbidden secret technique.

That power indeed exceeded the category of the Nirvana Realm.

"Although there is a long-standing feud between our Yao Race and the Human Race, this is not the time for a full-scale war."

The Demon Saint continued.

"The Human Race has a deep Foundation and even hidden powerhouses sitting in the background."

"Once the war is fully ignited, even if our Yao Race can win, we will surely pay an unbearable price."

"At that time, those beasts in the sea will reap the fisherman's profit."

"The creatures in the abyss will swarm out."

"Your move is pushing the Yao Race into the abyss."

"But..."

The Jiuyou Demon Emperor was unwilling.

"No buts!"

The voice of the Demon Saint suddenly became severe.

"You consumed the Luck of the Yao Race and have committed a great mistake."

"If it were not for the Face of that person,"

"I would have already taken you down."

"If you persist in your stubbornness, do not blame me for suppressing you and locking you in the Demon Cave forever!"

The Jiuyou Demon Emperor's body trembled; he felt the unquestionable determination in the Demon Saint's words.

He knew that the Demon Saint was by no means alarmist.

Within the Yao Race, the status of the Demon Saint was transcendent.

Even as a Demon Emperor, he could not disobey.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped.

But in the end, he could only lower his head unwillingly.

"Jiuyou... obeys."

His voice was hoarse, full of humiliation and unwillingness.

Seeing this, the Demon Saint flicked his dark green robe, and his figure merged into the Void Realm again, disappearing without a trace.

Only the twisted Face of the Jiuyou Demon Emperor and the dead silence in the demon palace remained.

The Demon Emperor's anger did not dissipate; instead, like a suppressed volcano, it was brewing an even more terrifying eruption in his heart.

He knew that today's shame could only be washed away by the blood of that Human Race junior.