Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1142 - 1128: Unable to Withstand a Single Blow [Third Update]
Chapter 1142: Chapter 1128: Unable to Withstand a Single Blow [Third Update]
"Netherworld Prison Master?"
"Hahaha, the Prison Master himself has intervened, you’re all doomed!"
The Primordial Spirits of Luo Tianpeng and his two companions floated in the void, their faces filled with wild joy, grinning viciously at Xiao Yi and his group.
Zhang Ming’s expression changed slightly, nervously looking at Xiao Yi: "Master, the Netherworld Prison Master has made his move..."
"No matter!"
Xiao Yi waved his hand, slightly raising his head to look in the direction of Netherworld City.
Rumble!
Dark clouds appeared over Netherworld City, thick and heavy, blotting out the sky, and within those oppressive black clouds seemed to be the screams of countless wronged souls howling in rage. The terrifying pressure spanned thousands of miles, all beings trembling, not daring to look directly.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
A series of dull footsteps directly striking the soul resounded through the void.
It was as if a titanic giant was taking broad, massive steps, coming from the distance.
The rumbling sounds were deafening.
Making one feel unbearably oppressed.
All living beings within the entire Netherworld City were bowing down, trembling with fear, not daring to defy in the slightest. Trembling like wild beasts in the mountains welcoming the descent of the Tiger King.
The scene was grand, like a monarch traveling.
The Asura Prison Master squinted his eyes, his face full of disdain and contempt: "This Netherworld Prison Master is still the same, always so fond of putting on airs..."
Xiao Yi smiled and said: "I just wonder if his strength is as astonishing as his entrance spectacle!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, gusts of violent wind swept through the heavens and earth.
The violent wind stirred the black clouds, between the wind and clouds, they coalesced above the city gate into a black throne.
The pitch-black throne hung in mid-air.
A figure gradually emerged.
This person was clad in a python robe, the purple base of the robe emblazoned with a fierce dragon python coiling around. This dragon python entwined among auspicious clouds and splendid colors, utterly majestic and extraordinary.
Its gaping bloody maw, with fangs and claws outstretched, further instilled a sense of majesty.
Topped with a purple-gold glazed crown emanating dazzling brilliance, adorned with stars-like precious stones, with several strings of Treasure Beads gently floating in front, truly resembling King Yama guarding the Yellow Springs.
The Netherworld Prison Master sat high upon the throne, overlooking Xiao Yi and his companions.
Upon seeing that Luo Tianpeng and his two companions’ flesh had been destroyed, leaving only their Primordial Spirits.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Swish swish swish!
The Primordial Spirits of the three flew towards the Netherworld Prison Master, wailing bitterly, pouring out their grievances: "Master Prison Master, you must avenge us!"
"It was that brat who destroyed our bodies..."
"Zhang Ming brought them back..."
"I already know!"
The Netherworld Prison Master waved them off, not allowing their three Primordial Spirits to continue speaking, his face icy as he glanced at their Primordial Spirits, revealing a set of stark white teeth in a smile that made one’s skin crawl.
The Netherworld Prison Master said coolly: "Your bodies are already destroyed, and keeping the Primordial Spirits is useless. In that case, your Primordial Spirits will belong to me, and as compensation, I will avenge you by killing the people in front of you!"
"What?"
"Master Prison Master, you’re, you’re joking, right?" The three were shocked, looking at the Netherworld Prison Master in disbelief.
The Netherworld Prison Master did not respond, his mouth opened, transforming into something akin to a taotie.
Mouth containing a pitch-black whirlpool.
Buzz!
A tremendous devouring force directly swallowed the Primordial Spirits of the three, and moments later, they were entirely consumed by the Netherworld Prison Master.
After devouring the Primordial Spirits of the three Supreme Venerate Realm powerhouses.
The Netherworld Prison Master suddenly radiated with brilliant light, the brilliance flowing, making his aura even more robust and domineering. He nonchalantly picked his teeth: "What a pity, devouring Primordial Spirits cannot enhance Great Tao Comprehension, but it was quite a meal!"
Hiss!
Xiao Yi and his group all frowned.
Never expected the Netherworld Prison Master to be so cruel even to his own subordinates.
The Asura Prison Master, however, had anticipated this, snorting coldly with disgust: "Netherworld, you are consistently nauseating, not sparing even your subordinates’ Primordial Spirits..."
Though the Asura Prison Master was known as a slaughter demon, he had never laid a hand on his subordinates.
The Netherworld Prison Master coldly glanced at the Asura Prison Master, sarcastically saying: "I wondered who was so bold to dare cause trouble in my Netherworld Realm, turns out it’s you, Asura. What? Have you come personally to deliver the key to me?"
The Asura Prison Master snorted, bowing to Xiao Yi before speaking: "This is the newly appointed Asura War God, Lord Xiao Yi. He is also my master! Today, I have come with my master to retrieve the key you hold..."
"Huh? A new Asura War God? Your master?"
The Netherworld Prison Master was stunned.
Incredulously looking at Xiao Yi’s young face, his face full of astonishment. He raised his finger, pointing at Xiao Yi: "You say he is the new Asura War God? And your master? Asura, have you lost your mind during your cultivation? This kid reeks of immaturity, how could he possibly defeat you? You wouldn’t even bow to me, how could you bow to him..."
"Impertinent!"
The Asura Prison Master was furiously enraged, his eyes blood-red as he roared, "Netherworld, how dare you insult the master? Do you wish to die?"
"Huh?"
The Netherworld Prison Master was taken aback.
Only then did he realize that the Asura Prison Master was not lying, he genuinely submitted to Xiao Yi.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be angered just because he called Xiao Yi immature, in a moment of bewilderment, the Netherworld Prison Master burst into laughter: "Interesting, interesting, the dignified Asura Prison Master recognizing a little bastard as master. Now protecting like a loyal dog? Truly fascinating..."
The Netherworld Prison Master’s gaze shifted, landing on Xiao Yi, beckoning him with a finger: "Boy, I don’t know what means you used to make Asura submit to you. However, I do admire you greatly, and if you kneel and submit to me immediately, I can appoint you as the Netherworld War God, my foremost lackey, how about it?"
"Not happening!"
Xiao Yi stopped the Asura Prison Master from speaking, calmly looking at the Netherworld Prison Master, saying indifferently, "But if you swear allegiance to me, I don’t mind taking you in. After all, having a mad dog that bites everyone can be quite useful sometimes!"
Uh...
The Netherworld Prison Master was stunned, his face suddenly contorted into a sinister smile: "Good, good, good, you dare call me a mad dog? Such audacity, even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he wouldn’t be able to save you..."
With the words dropped.
The black cloud behind the Netherworld Prison Master suddenly moved, transforming into a grimacing, fanged ghost face, pouncing towards Xiao Yi.
"Master, watch out!"
The Asura Prison Master’s face changed dramatically.
This black ghost face contained the grievances of numerous strong foes slaughtered by the Netherworld Prison Master, extremely ominous. Once tainted, even a Supreme Venerate Realm powerhouse would be plagued by misfortunes, suffering Heaven’s Five Calamities.
Yet...
Just when the Asura Prison Master prepared to intervene, he saw a silver sword light slicing through the air before him.
Poof!
The path of this sword light was like daylight shining upon night, dispelling all darkness. The ominous black cloud ghost face, under the silver sword light, exploded with a boom, being directly split in two.
Hiss...
Everyone gasped, their faces filled with disbelief: "This, this can’t be..."
"What was that sword strike just now?"
They all turned to look at the Netherworld Prison Master, only to see that the black throne was also split in two with a boom. While the Netherworld Prison Master, still seated on the throne, wore a sinister smile on his face.
Only...
That sinister smile froze!
As a drop of blood dripped down, his body split in two.
In a mixture of blood and flesh.
The Netherworld Prison Master plummeted from the sky, devoid of any trace of life...
Xiao Yi reached out his palm, and a key flew into his hand. With a sidelong glance at the corpse of the Netherworld Prison Master, Xiao Yi shook his head lightly: "Netherworld Prison Master? A worthless trash no match for me, dreaming of making me submit, truly delusional..."
PS: This makes three updates! Xiao Tian continues!
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