206: Chapter 205 A Celestial Lord Descends? Sorry, this is my brother!

Nine Nether Heavenly Prison, eighth floor underground.

The air here was as thick as liquefied corpse water, every breath carrying a nauseating stench of blood. Before the massive bronze gates leading to the core Forbidden Ground of the ninth floor, three towering figures stood like demonic mountains.

These were the three Grand Elders of the Nether Palace guarding the Heavenly Prison, all of them old monsters who had reached the Peak Golden Immortal realm. Black demonic flames swirled around them, within which the faint wails of countless vengeful Souls could be heard—the "trophies" of their tens of thousands of years of refining Demonic Techniques.

"Rumble—"

The sound of footsteps.

It wasn't the gallop of a thousand horses, but the lonely and steady footsteps of a single person, echoing through the deathly silent corridor.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into the Nether Forbidden Ground!"

The Grand Elder in the center suddenly opened his eyes, two beams of blood-red light piercing through the Void Realm like physical swords. He sensed the layer upon layer of shattered Restrictions, as well as the sky-piercing Killing Intent that was rapidly approaching without any concealment.

"Kneel and accept your death! Hand over your Divine Soul, and perhaps this old man can grant you a quick end!"

Another Elder grinned hideously, brandishing a bone banner in his hand. Ghostly shadows flickered on the banner, emitting Soul-shaking shrieks.

However, there was only one word in response.

"Scram."

A figure clad in tattered black robes stepped out from the shadows. Beneath the bronze mask, those eyes were as cold as if they lacked any human emotion. It was as if, in his eyes, these three renowned Peak Golden Immortals were nothing more than pebbles blocking his path.

Lin Feng did not stop, nor did he even unsheathe the Life-Slaying Blade on his back.

He simply raised his right hand, curled his fingers slightly, and threw a casual punch.

The Myriad Dao Furnace operated frantically, the immortal essence within his body boiling like lava at this moment. Fused with the Concept of "Abi Prison-Suppressing," this punch sent visible ripples of distortion through the surrounding space.

"Arrogant brat! You're courting death!"

The three Elders were furious, and their Golden Immortal Laws erupted, attempting to crush this ignorant intruder into powder.

But in the next second, their expressions froze.

That ordinary-looking punch, the moment it contacted their protective devilish light, actually erupted with a terrifying suction and destructive force akin to a collapsing star!

Boom!!!

There was no intense struggle, no flashy exchange of techniques.

This was pure, absolute suppression on the level of raw power! A dimensional strike!

"No—!!"

The Grand Elder only had time to let out a short scream before his entire body, under that domineering Fist Intent, exploded like a watermelon crushed by a hydraulic press!

Then came the second, and the third.

Bang! Bang!

Three clouds of blood mist bloomed before the massive bronze gates, enchanting yet cruel. Their Divine Souls had just attempted to flee when they were forcibly torn apart by the devouring vortex emerging from Lin Feng's palm, turning into the purest nourishment to replenish the energy Lin Feng had consumed on his killing spree.

[Ding! Successfully killed 3x Peak Golden Immortals!]

[Triggered 'Proving the Dao with Strength' bond, critical hit multiplier increased to 182,000 times!]

[Obtained critical hit points: 1.5 trillion!]

Lin Feng expressionlessly shook the blood from his hand and kicked open the massive bronze gates that had been sealed for thousands of years.

"The ninth floor..."

He murmured softly and stepped inside.

However, the moment his feet touched the ground, an abrupt change occurred!

Buzz—!!!!

The originally dark and damp space of the ninth floor suddenly became as bright as day.

An indescribable, sacred pressure descended from the depths of the Void Realm without warning. This pressure was so strong that it caused the sturdy spatial barriers of the ninth floor to groan under the burden.

Flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses surged from the earth, and bursts of immortal music drifted through the air, as if ancient gods were chanting.

But for such a sacred scene to appear in this Nine Nether demonic realm seemed exceptionally eerie and ironic.

A massive crack opened in the Void Realm, and a grand path paved with brilliant starlight extended from the rift, reaching all the way to the center of the ninth floor.

At the end of that starlight path, a man dressed in star-patterned robes, wearing a purple-gold crown, and possessing a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, stood with his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly.

With every step he took, a lotus bloomed from the starlight beneath his feet, and the surrounding foul Devilish Qi retreated and dissipated as if encountering a natural enemy.

The head Disciple of the Seven Luminaries Immortal Lord—Yuheng Immortal Lord!

A terrifying existence at the Half-step Immortal King realm!

His gaze was indifferent and aloof, as if everything in this world was nothing more than ants and dust in his eyes.

"So this is... the deepest part of the Nine Nether Heavenly Prison?"

Yuheng Immortal Lord frowned slightly, covering his nose and mouth with a pristine white handkerchief, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust. "That madwoman, the Ghost Mother of the Nether, really chooses places that are each more disgusting than the last."

His gaze did not linger on the mess on the ground at all; instead, he looked straight toward a specially made crystal cage floating in mid-air in front of the black tower.

The cage was covered in dense runes that continuously drained the essence of the creature inside.

Inside that cage, a Yellow Weasel Demon—so thin it was just skin and bones, its fur withered and falling out, looking as if it were at death's door—was curled up in a corner, shivering. Its aura was weak to the extreme, as if it would stop breathing at any moment.

Seeing this Yellow Weasel Demon, a hint of satisfied greed finally appeared in Yuheng Immortal Lord's proud and cold eyes.

"Found it."

"Is this the legendary Gold-Swallowing Divine Beast cub? Though it has been somewhat ruined by its upbringing, its Bloodline Origin remains."

The corner of Yuheng Immortal Lord's mouth curled into an elegant arc. "As long as I take it back and use this beast as a medicinal catalyst to refine the 'Seven-Revolution Star Pill,' I will have hope of breaking through that bottleneck and attaining the Dao of an Immortal King!"

He reached out a slender, jade-like hand and made a light grasping motion toward the crystal cage from a distance.

"Come here, little beast. This is your honor."

Just as that invisible suction was about to touch the cage.

"Squeak! Squeak!!"

Huang Fugui, who had been unconscious, suddenly seemed to sense a familiar aura, and his dull, clouded beady eyes snapped open!

He struggled to turn his head and looked toward the black-robed figure covered in Evil Qi at the entrance.

At that moment, an extremely complex expression erupted on his rat-like face, which looked even more wretched due to his emaciation.

It was grievance, disbelief, and even more so, the wild joy of finding life in a desperate situation!

Using the last shred of his strength, he desperately beat against the hard crystal cage walls and let out a heart-wrenching, tearful shriek:

"Boss!!!"

"Help! This pretty boy isn't human! He wants to use me for Alchemy!!"

"He even wants to skin me to make a scarf for his Junior Sister! Boss, save me!!"

Yuheng Immortal Lord's movements paused, his brow arching slightly as he followed Huang Fugui's piercing gaze.

There, in the shadows of the entrance, Lin Feng stood silently.

The long blade in his hand was still dripping blood, which hit the ground with a "patter, patter" sound that felt exceptionally jarring in the deathly silent space.

Their gazes collided in the air.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Feng looked at his brother in the cage, who was so thin he was unrecognizable, looked at the wounds on his body festering from the erosion of Devilish Qi, and looked at the unreserved reliance in his eyes.

His heart felt as if it were being squeezed hard by an invisible hand, the pain making it difficult to breathe.

This was the brother who had been following him since that small place, Qingyang County, mooching off him, and although he was cowardly and greedy for sex and money, he had dared to block a blade for him at critical moments!

An unprecedented, violent Killing Intent surged from the soles of Lin Feng's feet to the crown of his head, causing his originally clear eyes to instantly turn into a crimson sea of blood!

"Let him go."

Lin Feng's voice was very soft, like a lover's murmur, yet it carried a chill capable of freezing the Soul.

But to Yuheng Immortal Lord's ears, this voice sounded so laughable, so reckless.

"Oh?"

Yuheng Immortal Lord looked down at Lin Feng from his high position, as if looking at an ant roaring at a dragon, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"I wondered who it was; so it's that Lower Realm ant who cut off the arm of the Blood Prison Demon Lord."

"Sword Demon Zhang Cheng, that useless fellow, must have died at your hands, right?"

"Interesting."

"I hadn't even gone to look for you, yet you've delivered yourself to my doorstep."

Yuheng Immortal Lord lightly hooked his finger, and the crystal cage instantly flew into his hand. He held the cage like a piece of trash, looking at Lin Feng playfully.

"You want this beast?"

"Unfortunately, it is my designated medicinal catalyst."

"Not only it, but even you..."

Yuheng Immortal Lord's gaze fell upon Lin Feng, his greed undisguised. "That treasure on you that can hide the secrets of heaven, as well as your strange Physique... I want them all!"

Lin Feng did not speak.

He simply, slowly, raised the Life-Slaying Blade in his hand.

The blade's body vibrated, emitting a hum that craved to drink blood.

The tip of the blade pointed directly at the center of Yuheng Immortal Lord's forehead.

"Medicinal catalyst?"

"Beast?"

Lin Feng laughed—a grin that was hideous, crazed, and so full of malice that even the bronze mask on his face seemed to take on a sinister air.

"That's my brother!"

"Since you've reached out your hand..."

"Then this hand, along with your life..."

"I'm taking them both today!"