Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 1547 - 1532: Unwillingness, Panic, and Shock

As the Blood Flame emerged, Shi Feng and the others who had been rushing forward suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"This Blood Flame, has now advanced to such a degree! Master, indeed, Master!" Luo Qingchuan exclaimed loudly, looking at the blood-colored blaze that enveloped the martial emperors.

Since Shi Feng's rebirth, Luo Qingchuan, who had spent the most time with him, was the most familiar with Shi Feng's blood-colored blaze compared to others. The previously burning blood-colored blaze was nothing compared to today!

That's a world of difference!

"Haha! Hahaha!" At this moment, Mo Xiaoyao suddenly laughed aloud: "He's back! Master has finally returned! These bastards are finally going to pay! I've been blocked for half a year, missing out on so much fine wine and beauties! Damn it!"

"Second Senior, do you dare say 'his old self' about Master?" Upon hearing Mo Xiaoyao's words, Xiao Tianyi looked at him sideways to remind him.

Back in the day, he remembered someone just said "his old self" about Master, and as a result... as a result, that person was punished by being sent up a mountain to chop wood for a month, with their Martial Arts Cultivation sealed!

"Uh..." Hearing Xiao Tianyi's words, Mo Xiaoyao immediately shut up, his facial expression instantly revealing an unshakable determination, as if he had always been looking ahead without saying anything.

Glancing secretly at that young black silhouette, Mo Xiaoyao muttered in his heart: Did he not hear what I just said?

But at that moment, Shi Feng suddenly turned his head towards them and cracked a smile.

Seeing the grin at the corner of Shi Feng's mouth, Mo Xiaoyao's heart immediately trembled, and a bad feeling quietly rose in his mind.

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"Ah!"

"Break!"

"What ghostly flame, break it apart!"

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The strong ones trapped by the Blood Flame shouted fiercely, unleashing a torrent of powerful force to blast the Blood Flame surrounding them.

"I don't believe it! How capable can this Netherworld be! Ah!" The white-clothed Martial Emperor of the Northern Border Dynasty showed a ferocious, savage expression and shouted furiously, once again launching the dragon claw shadow of Destruction Dragon Claw, attempting to break through the encasing Blood Flame.

But amidst that blood-colored blaze of force, his massive dragon claw quickly dissolved into nothingness.

His extreme power couldn't compare to even a casual strike from Shi Feng.

"I can't die! I, Shi Xuan, absolutely can't die! I want revenge, I want to kill this villain, I must avenge my father, mother, and brother, ah!" Clad in silver Battle Armor, Shi Xuan wielded his silver Battle Armor relentlessly, unleashing extreme, unmatched power.

But like everyone else, all the power he blasted out was burned cleanly by the blood-colored blaze.

Yet Shi Xuan was not content, he couldn't die like this! He had the most important thing yet to do!

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"How can this be! How can this be! How could there be such power in this world! How can there be such power!" The Ancestor of Corpse Profound, who had lived over three thousand years, roared in disbelief at this moment.

The corpse power he unleashed was also burned away by the Blood Flame.

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"Netherworld! He Netherworld! Has he truly stepped into the God Realm?" Ling Family Patriarch Ling Hun remained motionless, still staring at that young black silhouette through the raging blood-colored blaze.

"Big brother! What should we do! This blood-colored blaze is absolutely not something we can withstand!"

Ling Hun's second and third brothers, Ling Family Great Elder and Second Elder Ling Wei and Ling Xuan, stood beside Ling Hun.

At this moment, their faces had already shown signs of panic and urgency.

They had just attacked, but the blood-colored blaze burning in the void was not something their forces could extinguish!

"Ah! What should we do! What to do! What is best to do? Are we really going to die here today? Just like this, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled!"

Voices of unwillingness continued to echo.

They had originally come to attack the Netherworld Purgatory, to kill the Nine Nether Remnants and seize the Death God Scythe.

Having besieged the Netherworld Purgatory for half a year, they ended up with nothing, killing nobody, and finally fell into such a plight.

At this moment, there is no path to heaven nor door to earth!

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"Haha! Hahaha!" In contrast, within the Blood Flame engulfed void, the side of Nine Nether erupted in joyous laughter.

Watching those faces, formerly arrogant and cold, now become fearful, unwilling, and terrified in the Blood Flame, they felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

"The Great Emperor is back! Our invincible Great Emperor has finally returned! Haha, hahahaha!" Gui Jie, one of the Eight Ghost Generals, laughed heartily.

After blocking the Netherworld Purgatory for half a year, being repeatedly ridiculed as cowardly, several times unable to restrain the fury in his heart, wanting to rush out and fight these bastards desperately.

For the past half year, it has been as suffocating as it can be.

It's been extremely humiliating!

But at this moment, the suffocating darkness harbored in his heart finally cleared away.

The Great Emperor who once led them in battle, has returned!

"Great Emperor, you've come back!" Ghost Charm, the only female general among the Eight Ghost Generals, looked stunned at that distant figure.

Suddenly, she seemed a bit dazed.

The hopes and worries accumulated over countless days and nights, he was finally safe and sound, he finally returned.

"You, it's good that you've returned safely!" Ghost Charm's red lips moved slightly, whispering, eyes full of affection.

"Kill them! Kill them all! Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill! Kill! Haha!" Ghost Huan, one of the Eight Ghost Generals, shouted and laughed.

Pouring out all the anger of the past at that moment.

Everyone on the Nine Nether side seemed resurrected, instantly regaining their former glory!

Each of them stood at the peak of the world as supreme beings!

"Master, how strong he is, heh heh, heh heh heh heh!" Shi Feng's twisted disciple Ning Cheng suddenly let out strange laughter, his arms cradling an incomparably beautiful female corpse.

Ning Cheng caressed the female corpse softly as he murmured: "Charming Beauty, did you see it? Master has returned! Seeing Master's return, I don't know why but suddenly feel an uncontrollable urge in my heart. Heh heh, heh heh heh."

Luo Qingchuan stood beside this twisted Ning Cheng, suddenly hearing the words of this twisted disciple, hearing the strange laughter, turned his head to glance at him.

However, over the past half year, he had become somewhat accustomed to the twisted disciple his Senior Master had accepted.

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"How does it feel, weaklings?" And at this moment, the young voice suddenly echoed once again in the ears of the mighty.