Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 372 Why Are You Kneeling to Him?

Taishu Ming, the number one master of the Demon Fist Technique!

Never mind them; even when the Demon Lord was alive, he was unwilling to trade fists with the man. This Ning Xuan really had a death wish!

"Fuck, Young Master, don't fight him—"

Shentu Yi, who had just returned and squeezed his way through the crowd, saw Ning Xuan about to clash with Taishu Ming and hastily shouted a warning.

Ning Xuan was certainly strong, but when it came to fist techniques, Taishu Ming was an absolutely invincible existence in the same realm!

Unfortunately, it was too late. Before he could finish speaking, their two fists had already collided.

It's over!

Shentu Yi's face turned pale. He twisted his head away, unable to bear watching.

BANG!

A deafening boom echoed through the air. Even with the Saint-Sealing Veil active, Evil Demon Island still trembled violently.

"How is this possible?!"

"He... he took a punch from Taishu Ming!"

"Shit, this is just outrageous!"

Cries of astonishment erupted from the crowd. Shentu Yi whipped his head back toward the center of the clearing and was greeted by the sight of Ning Xuan standing tall and proud!

On the other side, Taishu Ming was clutching his right arm with his left hand!

In a duel of fist techniques, Ning Xuan had achieved a complete victory!

Shentu Yi was dumbfounded.

"Shentu Yi, did you hear me?!"

Suddenly, a voice like muffled thunder exploded in Shentu Yi's mind.

"Ah, Elder Mo, what did you say?"

"I asked you, how old is Ning Xuan this year?!"

Shentu Yi snapped back to his senses and shot Moting Du a wary look, transmitting his voice in reply, "Why are you asking about this?"

Moting Du had the urge to smack him over the head. Why does this guy always side with outsiders? But that was no longer important.

"Don't worry, I mean him no harm!"

Shentu Yi hesitated for a moment before answering, "He should be turning nineteen soon."

Hearing this, Moting Du's eyes lit up. Then, he sighed dramatically. "Alas, I'm getting old. The Saint-Sealing Veil must not be working properly. You, you... and you! All of you, work together to power the Saint-Sealing Veil!"

Among those Moting Du pointed to, several immediately responded. Some of them had already suspected something was wrong with the Saint-Sealing Veil. Otherwise, how could a young man who appeared out of nowhere possess such power!

After taking control of the Saint-Sealing Veil, the first thing they did was naturally to push the seal's Majestic Pressure to its absolute limit.

Ning Xuan grunted and staggered, visibly struggling to regain his footing.

This sight invigorated the spectators from the Demon Path.

"Dongguo Shou, you're up! You must cripple him!" Moting Du ordered in a timely manner.

BOOM!

The moment his words fell, someone appeared before Ning Xuan. He descended from the sky and slammed into the earth. With his feet as the epicenter, everything around him was pulverized into dust!

"Dongguo Shou's leg technique is unrivaled! Ning Xuan, you're so arrogant, do you dare challenge him with leg techniques?" Moting Du's voice taunted from outside the fighting area.

"Young Master, don't agree! Dongguo Shou is even stronger than Taishu Ming—"

Before Shentu Yi could finish, Moting Du silenced him with a sharp, "Shut up!"

"Hahaha, why wouldn't I dare!" In the center of the field, Ning Xuan laughed heartily. Then, he was the first to strike... with his foot. He even shouted a flashy taunt, "Hiyah! Witness my Wind God Leg!"

RUMBLE—

A fierce battle erupted between them. The area was filled with flying dust and shattered stones as the very void around them trembled. This time, it wasn't a fight decided in a single move. The two clashed powerfully, exchanging countless kicks.

Suddenly…

THWACK!

Someone was blasted out of the central area. The moment he landed, several Demon Path masters rushed to catch him.

It was Dongguo Shou!

His clothes were in tatters, and his exposed skin was covered in footprints! Even his face had been kicked several times. His face was bruised and swollen, a truly pathetic sight!

"Haha, the Young Master is magnificent!" Shentu Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight. The people around him shot him murderous glares, but Shentu Yi didn't care in the slightest.

"Nangong Jian, you go! Remember to use your strongest sword technique!" Moting Du spoke again, his voice now tinged with urgency.

Immediately, the Demon Path expert named Nangong Jian stepped into the arena.

"Young Master, Nangong Jian is our number one swordsmanship expert—"

Shentu Yi hadn't even finished speaking when Ning Xuan's Element Force Sword was already pressed against Nangong Jian's brow.

A look of delight crossed Shentu Yi's face, but he dared not laugh. His companions' glares were already lethal. It wouldn't be right to rub salt in their wounds at a time like this.

"Taishi—"

Moting Du immediately tried to arrange for another expert to fight Ning Xuan.

But what followed was tragic. Moting Du lined up the top experts of the Demon Path, each of whom had perfected their respective Domain. Yet, not a single one was a match for Ning Xuan. In fact, he ran rampant, defeating them in the very fields they considered their strongest!

It was utterly absurd!

As the battles continued, the experts of the Demon Path all fell silent. They all turned to look at Moting Du. Moting Du scanned the crowd, only to find there was no one left to send.

Finally, they spoke up.

"Elder Mo, please, you must take action!"

"Yes! Elder Mo, if you fight, you'll capture him with ease!"

"This brat is so arrogant! Our honor can only be defended by you, Elder!"

One hopeful gaze after another turned to Moting Du.

Moting Du didn't speak, but he began walking toward Ning Xuan, one step at a time.

At this, the confidence of the Demon Path experts surged once more.

"Ning Xuan, you're doomed! Don't you know Elder Mo was one of the four great Demon Kings under the Demon Lord himself!"

"Elder Mo was the top expert under the Demon Lord! Kneel and beg for mercy now!"

"That's right! Kneel, or you won't even know how you died!"

The Demon Path experts were all immensely proud.

THUD!

The sound of someone kneeling echoed.

"Ha... huh...?"

Someone was about to roar with laughter, but when he got a clear look at the kneeling figure, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Moting Du!

The one kneeling was Moting Du!

"Elder Mo, what are you doing?!"

"Elder Mo, what's wrong? Why are you kneeling to him?!"

"Sob... Elder Mo, I can still fight!"

They couldn't comprehend the situation, but for them, this was a moment of absolute humiliation.

Across from Moting Du, Ning Xuan was just as stunned. What's going on? Is this some kind of technique that can only be activated by kneeling?

At that very moment, Moting Du declared, "Your subordinate, Moting Du, pays his respects to the Demon Lord!"

After clasping his fist, Moting Du bowed respectfully to the ground.

Now, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

Ning Xuan was the Demon Lord?

"You must be mistaken. I'm not any Demon Lord," Ning Xuan said, the first to recover as he shook his head.

"That's right, Elder Mo, he can't possibly be the Demon Lord!"

"Ning Xuan, you despicable coward, what kind of trick did you use to control Elder Mo—"

Before the man could finish…

SLAP!

Moting Du, still on the ground, flicked his sleeve. The man who had just spoken was struck by a solid slap across the face, his cheek swelling instantly.

"Control, my ass! I'm perfectly fine! Have you all not realized it yet? Young Master Ning Xuan is the reincarnation of the Demon Lord!"

Everyone was baffled.

Ning Xuan blinked. He was the reincarnation of the Demon Lord? How come he didn't know that himself?

"Sir, you must be mistaken. I'm not the reincarnation of some Demon Lord."

He must have taken a liking to my talent and is trying to give me a new identity just to keep me here. I won't fall for it!