Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 871 - 858: Moving to Central State

"However, if one day he dares to disrespect Master again, I will personally kill him!" Lingg Yefeng said coldly, turning his head to look at Ning Cheng.

After Lingg Yefeng finished these words, Shi Feng smiled lightly and said to Ning Cheng, "You’d better thank your Master for his forgiveness."

As Shi Feng’s words fell, Ning Cheng’s body trembled slightly, his face full of excitement and ecstasy. He knelt on one knee in this void, cupped his fists and exclaimed, "Ning Cheng thanks Master for his forgiveness! From now on, I will never commit such a rebellious act again. Please, Master, rest assured!"

Then, Ning Cheng turned to Shi Feng: "Thank you, Grandmaster!"

"Alright, you may rise!" Lingg Yefeng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master!" Ning Cheng responded, stood up, and then, with both hands offering to Lingg Yefeng, a fist-sized green fiery flame danced in hands filled with Death Black Fog, with thunder rumbling constantly emanating from the green fiery flame.

Ning Cheng said to Lingg Yefeng, "This is the Heavenly Fire of Ao Laixing, rumored to be called Destructive Thunder, offered to repay Master for the grace of Martial Arts teaching."

"Destructive Thunder!" Lingg Yefeng’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the green fiery flame offered by Ning Cheng. He had naturally heard of this Heavenly Rank Fire from the Thunder God Emperor Ao Laixing.

But this gift was indeed too generous!

Although Lingg Yefeng did not speak, Shi Feng had already seen through his thoughts from his expression and said, "Since your disciple has respectfully offered this to you, you may as well accept it. But you should give back; do not hold back from your disciple. You may pass on the Ancient Writing representing the Death Principle to Ning Cheng.

For Ning Cheng, this Destructive Thunder may not be as beneficial as the Ancient Writing."

"Hmm!" Lingg Yefeng nodded at Shi Feng’s words and, without further hesitation, extended his right hand to accept the offered Destructive Thunder. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Then, he extended his left hand and said sharply to Ning Cheng, "Look carefully!" As Lingg Yefeng’s voice echoed, a black antiquated, mysterious Ancient Character appeared on his left hand, spreading a vast death aura through the void.

This Ancient Writing was the one Shi Feng imparted to him, representing the Death Principle.

"This is!" Ning Cheng gazed intently at the character in Lingg Yefeng’s hand, the Power of Death within him faintly trembling as if resonating with the Ancient Writing.

Under the intentionally manifested death aura by Lingg Yefeng, Ning Cheng quickly understood the significance of this Ancient Writing and hurriedly memorized it in his mind.

With his extraordinary comprehension, he soon memorized this Ancient Writing.

At this moment, Ning Cheng again thanked Lingg Yefeng: "Thank you, Master! This Ancient Character of the Death Principle is indeed incomparable to the benefits I’ve received from the Destructive Thunder!"

"The Ancient Character representing the Death Principle was also imparted by your Grandmaster. In the future, you must always remember that our achievements today or those in the future all originate from your Grandmaster, and you must never again be disrespectful to him!" Lingg Yefeng taught Ning Cheng.

"Please rest assured, Master! I shall remember it wholeheartedly and dare not forget!" Ning Cheng affirmed steadfastly.

Watching the harmony between the Master and disciple duo, Shi Feng felt gratified. At this moment, he looked at the returning army of a million Ghost Soldiers, sensing those who died in the Sky Demon Mountain battle—ten thousand demon soldiers were annihilated, a victory, though he lost ten thousand of his elite Ghost Soldiers.

Yet such is war; where there is battle, there is death!

Finally, Shi Feng again looked at Lingg Yefeng and said, "Yefeng, now you have obtained the Heavenly Rank Fire Destructive Thunder, it will surely be a great assistance for enhancing your Battle Power, as it holds the Thunder Attribute. So I shall also impart to you the Ancient Writing representing the Thunder and Lightning Laws!"

Shi Feng spoke, manifesting the ancient script of the Thunder and Lightning Laws in his palm, with stark white thunder flowing.

"Thank you, Master!" Lingg Yefeng turned to Shi Feng, thanking him.

Meanwhile, Shi Feng’s deep voice resonated through the void:

"The Bright Camp has always been our enemy, waging war upon us for years, causing countless brother-in-arms to die! Now, we shall go to the Central State together, uproot the Bright Camp, and henceforth the Central State shall belong solely to the Dark Camp!"

With Shi Feng’s declarations, faces in the Dark Camp army displayed excitement, especially now that from this day forward, the Central State shall belong only to the Dark Camp.

"War!"

"War!"

"War!"

"War!"

Soon, a chorus of battle cries echoed, resounding throughout the heavens.

The Dark Camp warriors knew well that at their forefront were twelve of the strongest Nine-star Supreme Martial Emperors and the reborn first under the sky of their realm, Emperor Nine Nether!

Previously, the champions of the Bright Camp and their army fled like dogs under their oppression.

Now, the return to the Central State leading to the annihilation of the Bright Camp was imminent!

"War!"

"War!"

"Slay the Bright, for henceforth the Central State shall belong to us, the Dark Camp!"

"Slay the Bright, for henceforth the Central State shall belong to us, the Dark Camp!"

Inspiring battle cries continued to echo through heaven and earth.

By this time, Shi Feng had manifested and imparted the Ancient Character of the Thunder and Lightning Laws to Lingg Yefeng.

Shi Feng said to Lingg Yefeng, "Let your entire Dark Camp Army open their minds and enter the Mysterious Artifact Space of the Master."

"Understood!" Lingg Yefeng nodded, and his commanding voice echoed in the void: "Dark Camp soldiers heed the order, free your minds!"

"Yes!" The Dark Camp army responded in unison, their minds opening fully.

Shi Feng moved his mind, and the vast army of the Dark Camp shone with a blood-colored light, not only the Dark Army but also the million Ghost Soldiers under Shi Feng, the blood-colored light continued to shine.

Soon, the army of a million was swept away by Shi Feng, entering his Blood-colored Stone Stele.

"Let’s go! To Xuanyuan City!" Shi Feng shouted to those supreme fighters.