Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 189: Victory and Defeat Decided

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Victory and Defeat Decided

"Long Ao, stop making excuses for your heinous deeds. For the sake of the Long Family’s millennium-old empire, today, you tyrant must die!" Long Wei bellowed in rage, the waves beneath him growing more and more tumultuous and intense, surging like ancient fierce beasts emerging into existence. The roaring waves, like an enraged Sea God, formed a massive wall of water that covered the sky and surged upward, carrying apocalyptic might, and violently crashed down upon Long Ao.

"Hmph!" Seeing Long Wei make his move, Long Ao snorted angrily and gathered the thick Demonic Qi above. As if sensing Long Ao’s fury, the Qi surged, spinning like a gigantic black vortex in the Void, condensing into a huge black Demon Energy Giant Fist. It carried an overwhelming oppressive force, smashing towards the fierce oncoming waves.

"Boom!" A thunderous explosion sounded as if the very sky would shatter from the two powerful and shocking forces. Every spectator felt their hearts palpitate as the space around them trembled violently.

"Ah!" Many of the bystanders whose Martial Arts Cultivation was only at the Martial King Realm, along with their demon beasts, were sent flying by the shockwave. Several who were closer were directly shattered, while Long Chen, protected by Yee Wuxie and Wu Xiaoyun, also hurriedly fled to the distance.

The sky-rending waves and overwhelming Demonic Qi spread destruction in all directions, covering the violent battlefield and rendering it nearly impossible for almost anyone to see the ongoing fight.

In the battle against Long Ao, the Beiling King Long Wei had initiated the attack with an army of twenty thousand, laying out the fierce tidal formation. No one had expected the first clash to be so intense.

Those who had escaped to a distance and stopped in the Void to watch were trembling with fear, "This power! It’s simply too strong!"

The extent of Long Ao’s Martial Arts Realm had been unknown to outsiders, but this move was terrifyingly powerful!

"The power of my Father Emperor is so strong!" Long Chen, as the Prince of Long Ao, was even more shocked. He had once thought his father’s Martial Arts Realm was only at the Martial Spirit Realm, but it turned out that Long Ao’s true capabilities were much deeper; that last exchange of power had likely reached the Power of Martial Sect.

"Young Master Feng!" Long Chen looked towards another part of the battlefield, where Shi Feng and Shi Xuan were still locked in a deadly fight. Shi Jintian, turned into a Blood-colored Fire Man, was still emitting wail after wail of acute misery. Many others also looked over there, taking a sharp breath as they said, "To suffer from this Blood-colored Flame up until now, this pain must be worse than death!"

"Alas, I once saw the King of the South, so imposing and with an air of casual elegance. Who would have thought that today he would end up in such a dire situation? Even if he doesn’t die, even if his son Shi Xuan rescues him, he’s probably paralyzed for life."

"Nine Nether Sword Technique, fourth form, Ghost Shadow Sword!" Shi Feng let out a low shout as he swung his sword. Shi Xuan immediately felt gusts of cold wind around him, and then he saw white Ghost Shadows appear all around him, thick and numerous, emitting ghastly, mournful wails like Fierce Ghosts coming to claim a life, baring their teeth and furiously pouncing on him.

"I am a Martial Sect expert, how dare you Evil Demons and Evil Ghosts come near me!" Shi Xuan roared as he swept his Silver Spear, scattering the Ghost Shadows, but those that were scattered quickly reformed into White Sword Qi, like a stormy gale, stabbing fiercely at Shi Xuan.

"Block!" Shi Xuan shouted again, spinning his spear rapidly, "clank, clank, clank!" continuously blocking each Sword Qi that had transformed from the Ghost Shadows.

"Evil man, die!" Shi Xuan grew angrier as he fought, his hair wild like a Mad Demon; his silver cloak, already shredded by Shi Feng’s sword, revealed a fierce expression. After dispersing the last of the White Sword Qi, he continued his motion, thrusting his Silver Spear once more at Shi Feng.

Compared to Shi Xuan, Shi Feng still appeared composed. "Clang!" With a powerful swing, he parried the oncoming Silver Spear and sliced out a Sword Qi, aiming straight for Shi Xuan’s forehead.

"Nine Nether Soul-shocking Seal, shock!" At the same time, the soul attack of the Nine Nether Soul-shocking Seal struck Shi Xuan once more.

"Ah!" Shi Xuan let out a scream of pain, having been subjected to Shi Feng’s Nine Nether Soul-shocking Seal repeatedly. This time he clenched his teeth and endured, and, surprisingly, his soul remained unscathed under the Nine Nether Soul-shocking Seal. Then, with a silver spear in hand, he suddenly swung it up, blocking the Sword Qi that Shi Feng slashed down.

"Ah, these two unparalleled geniuses are fiercely battling here. If only they could join forces with the Beiling King to fight against Long Ao, that tyrant, how wonderful that would be!"

"Considering how they’re fighting, who knows when they’ll be able to determine a winner."

"Although their battle seems unremarkable, without the ravaging of furious power, I can feel that each of their strikes contains the power of the Martial Sect. To reach such realms at their age, their future is truly boundless! If they dedicate themselves to the nation in the future, perhaps our Yunlai Empire will be able to escape the control of the Piaomiao Empire."

"These two!" Watching the two young fighters, Prince Xin, wearing golden battle armor, clenched his fists tightly, his youthful face filled with fighting spirit. Then, a large hand landed on his shoulder and said, "Don’t be impulsive!"

"Uncle." Long Xin turned his head to look at the stern-faced man in black battle armor beside him. This man was Long Xin’s uncle, Hun Fei, the former Commander of the Yunlai Empire.

Hun Fei looked at Long Xin and said, "I know you can’t hold back. Facing these two geniuses, you are eager to fight, especially Shi Feng, who has nearly stolen all your thunder lately. But remember, we have even more powerful enemies, and you should not reveal your strength too soon."

"Mm!" After hearing Hun Fei’s advice, Long Xin nodded solemnly and then shifted his gaze to another, even more ferocious battlefield.

"The battle is decided!" Long Xin murmured quietly.

The towering demonic Qi and the raging torrents gradually dissipated between heaven and earth, and people began to see clearly the situation on that battlefield. Instantly, everyone looking in that direction inhaled sharply, shocked, with chills running up from their toes to their spines, some even beginning to tremble slightly.

They saw the Beiling King’s army of twenty-thousand had turned into withered corpses, falling to the ground continuously like dumplings.

Long Ao stood proudly in the void, his left hand behind his back, and in his right, he was holding someone—it was none other than the familiar Beiling King—Long Wei.

Long Ao held Long Wei’s face, lifting him high with one hand. Long Wei’s arms were already missing, and his body was limp and powerless, like a dead dog, held in Long Ao’s grip.

(Sorry about last night; it’s embarrassing, but I made a blunder and posted someone else’s article to my account while helping them edit it. I’d like to thank everyone for your understanding and support, and I promise, as thanks for your understanding and support, I will deliver an explosive Chapter today!

Thank you, my brothers, for fighting alongside me to this day. I love you all!)