Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 1438 - 1423: Ultimate Clash, the Victor Decided!

"Lin Yu! Lin Yu has been knocked flying, even spitting blood! Lin Yu! This is Lin Yu!"

The giant golden figure emerging from Ziyi swept Lin Yu away violently, causing a wave of incredulous exclamations to erupt within Sinister Demon City.

No one could have imagined that the formidable Lin Yu would end up in such a predicament.

It feels as surreal as being in a dream!

"Ziyi! This Ziyi! He's just too outrageous! It's really hard to believe!"

"Oh my, Lin Yu, who was the undefeated legend of our Sinister Abyss, has been knocked flying and is spitting blood!"

"Could it be that Ziyi will defeat Lin Yu, replace him, and become the number one prodigy of our Sinister Abyss?"

"Number one prodigy? Ziyi!"

Lin Yu's figure continued flying backward in a sorry state, while at this moment, Ziyi and the enormous golden figure were already pursuing swiftly.

At this moment, the left hand of the golden figure, previously exploded by Lin Yu's attack, had restored itself, and as Ziyi's hands formed an ancient Profound Mystery handprint, the golden figure's hands also formed an identical handprint.

Following this, the massive golden hands with the handprint pressed fiercely towards Lin Yu's small body.

This golden handprint carried an unparalleled might, emanating a mysterious force as if it came from ancient times! It seemed that Ziyi had launched a final deadly strike against Lin Yu!

"Want to defeat me?" While still flying backward rapidly, Lin Yu glared angrily at the ancient golden handprint rushing toward him, then spoke viciously and sternly.

At that moment, Lin Yu's body shook violently and forcefully stabilized, halting his backward flight with his extraordinary strength.

Then Lin Yu's face, already angry, became even more furious, and he charged forward fiercely, ready to meet that incoming golden palm seal.

"Is this the ultimate clash?" Shi Feng, looking at Lin Yu and Ziyi about to collide again, spoke softly.

Shi Feng's keen sense of the battle scene naturally made him see the unfolding situation.

He already knew that the ultimate clash on that battlefield was to come, to decide the true victor and loser!

"In this fierce battle, who will be the winner or loser?" Shi Feng murmured quietly, also genuinely excited about the outcome of this fight.

"Heavenly Demon Power! Enter my body! Merge with Heavenly Tyrant! Demon Blade is the guide! Kill!" Lin Yu shouted coldly as he charged rapidly forward, and when he uttered the last word "kill," he seemed to exhaust all his strength and scream savagely, like an ancient fierce demon lost in rage.

Billowing Demon Fog descended fiercely from the sky, rushing towards Lin Yu, and in an instant, Lin Yu devoured it whole.

A massive sword shadow of the Demon Blade emerged from Lin Yu's body.

And at that moment, the sword shadow of the Demon Blade that Lin Yu manifested fiercely collided with the incoming golden palm seal.

"Boom!" The impact was fierce, resonating with an intense explosion, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.

The whole earth trembled violently with great chaos. Shi Feng's body, far in the Void, also shook slightly due to the instability of the Void.

But soon, Shi Feng's body stabilized, continuing to stand proud in the air, unaffected by the outside world.

At this moment, the attention of this world was basically all concentrated on the fierce collision.

The massive sword shadow of the Demon Blade was still fiercely clashing with the golden palm seal!

...

Above Sinister Demon City, high in an unreachable sky, floated three black bone-like Divine Demon thrones, upon which sat three formidable figures akin to Divine Demons.

Each figure emitted an unparalleled terrifying aura, seemingly possessing the fearsome power to destroy everything in the world with just a raise of their hand!

These three individuals were, of course, the most powerful trio in Sinister Abyss, known in people's mouths as the mighty Sinister Three Demon Masters!

At this moment, all three Lords looked downward, with the Dark Demon Lord speaking in a somber tone: "This Ziyi, he's grown to such an extent, no wonder there's the blood of that person flowing within him, inherited his legacy!"

"Hmm!" After hearing the Dark Demon Lord's words, Flame Demon Lord and Po Jun Demon Lord responded solemnly with a slight nod.

Then, Po Jun Demon Lord spoke up: "Regarding this kid, let's offer our help when possible. After all, he's a descendant of that person."

After Po Jun Demon Lord's words ended, the other two Demon Lords nodded in agreement.

It seems Ziyi's background is indeed extraordinary!

...

On the Void battlefield, under the watchful eyes of many, people saw that the massive golden palm seal was unexpectedly shattered under the immense power of the gigantic sword shadow of the Dark Demon Blade.

On the dignified face of the enormous golden figure, an expression of extreme disbelief appeared, followed by the continual cracking of the entire golden body.

"No! No! No!" A series of unwilling roars echoed throughout this land.

These howls were emitted by Ziyi.

Under this ultimate clash, defeat was so unexpected! Ziyi could not be reconciled to this!

As the golden body continued to shatter, Ziyi's body shivered intensely, his face becoming increasingly grim, filled with pain. Then, one after another, scarlet blood kept spewing from his mouth.

It seemed the shattering of the golden body brought constant backlash, causing severe damage to Ziyi's physical being!

Until the enormous golden figure completely vanished, Ziyi's entire form showed numerous criss-cross wounds; in just an instant, he was battered all over, covered in scars.

At this moment, his whole being was entirely powerless, slumped in the Void, evidently having lost all battle power!

The enormous golden body was annihilated, and the massive sword shadow of the Heavenly Tyrant Demon Blade gradually disappeared into the Void, with Lin Yu's figure once again clearly revealing itself to the spectators.

Clad in the Dark Demon Armor, his disheveled black hair dancing in the wind, Lin Yu's appearance sharply contrasted with Ziyi!

It's clear who won and who lost!

"Lin Yu!" Ziyi, slumped in defeat, raised his head slowly and uttered painfully. Despite the pain still lingering on his scarred face, the predominant feeling was still the reluctance to accept defeat!

Ziyi was unwilling to simply lose! To lose at Lin Yu's hand!

"You've lost!" Lin Yu looked at Ziyi and simply spoke, calmly uttering these three words.

This time, with Lin Yu defeating Ziyi, there was no longer the contempt or disdain previously shown, instead expressing a hint of solemnity.