Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 193 Demonization

Chapter 193: Chapter 193 Demonization

Shi Feng thrust with his sword, and at the same time, his left hand began to form a handprint. Beneath him on the ground, scores of withered corpses seemed to be summoned by some power, trembling faintly.

The Netherworld One Sword appeared to be an ordinary stab towards Long Ao, but as it drew near, Long Ao saw numerous white sword shadows densely woven, sweeping toward him.

"Corrode!" Long Ao let out a cold shout as billows of corrosive gray mist sprayed out from his body, rolling towards Shi Feng. The white sword shadows, under the assault of Long Ao’s corrosive gray mist, were instantly corroded away to nothing, and then surged violently towards Shi Feng.

"Open!" Shi Feng’s third Corrosive Evil Eye burst open, too, releasing a surge of corrosive gray mist, mingling with the Power of Corrosion that Long Ao had unleashed.

"Corrosive Evil Eye! You little bastard actually tamed the Corrosive Evil Eye beneath the Evil-Suppressing Monument! Good! Very good! Since you’re so ungrateful, I’ll extinguish you and seize your Evil Eye!" Then Long Ao extended his right hand’s sword finger towards Shi Feng, casually pointing, and a longsword made of black demonic qi condensed before Shi Feng, chopping down toward his head.

Shi Feng raised his sword to block, "Clang!" He immediately felt a powerful force transmitted from the bloodthirsty demonic qi sword, which shook him so fiercely that he was sent flying backward.

"Be destroyed!" Long Ao pointed again at Shi Feng, who was still in midair, and the overwhelming black demonic qi once more spun into existence, condensing into a giant black fist that crashed down towards Shi Feng below. Compared to the giant fist, Shi Feng seemed no more than an insignificant ant.

"Is it over?" Someone watching the battlefield between Shi Feng and Long Ao spoke softly as they saw Shi Feng being knocked away with a single strike and then a black Demon Fist smashing down from the sky. Since Long Ao’s appearance, wherever his Demon Fist struck, lives perished.

"Sigh!" Someone lamented, "Can even this Evil Demon not defeat Long Ao? Then, who in the Yunlai Empire can stop this tyrant’s atrocities?"

"If Shi Feng is also dead, then next, it’ll be our turn!"

Everyone watched nervously. Although they hoped in their hearts that the Evil Demon Shi Feng could defeat Long Ao, the fact that Shi Feng had been sent flying so soon made almost no one optimistic about his chances.

"You should make your move now," Grand Marshal Hun Fei whispered to Long Xin beside him.

"Wait, there’s no rush!" Long Xin said with a resolute expression, "I believe he can take it; this way, he’s worthy to be my opponent."

Shi Feng, who had been sent flying, had already stopped himself and lifted his gaze to the giant fist of demonic qi hurtling down at him.

Shi Feng’s left hand, which had been continuously shifting handprints, suddenly transformed into a claw toward the ground, and the withered corpses below shot up into the void with startling speed. The skies where Shi Feng was turned into a sea of corpses in an instant.

And among those densely packed bodies, streams of black Aura of Death diffused, amongst which floated a white figure, emitting the most intense Aura of Death. This corpse was the Absolute Evil Corpse—the Yin Corpse.

Rumors said that the Death Emperor once laid out the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, which was erected using ten thousand Yin Corpses.

"Break!" Shi Feng shouted loudly, as the Aura of Death emanating from each of the corpses gathered towards the center where Shi Feng stood, then shot upward into the sky, colliding with the Demon Energy Giant Fist that was smashing down.

At that moment, Shi Feng’s Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses consisted of ten thousand bodies, its power far surpassing the one he had used against Feng Qianyu with only several thousand bodies—it might not compare to the Death Emperor’s ten thousand Yin Corpses, but it was still a complete Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses.

Now, as Shi Feng himself had reached the Martial King Realm, and his strength far surpassed his capabilities when he was in the Martial King Realm, he formed a handprint and laid out the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses. Thick black Aura of Death surged upward and immediately dispersed the striking Demon Energy Giant Fist!

"He blocked it! This Evil Demon uses mysterious and strange secret techniques to gather ten thousand corpses emanating black energy, and it’s actually more powerful than Long Ao’s Demonic Qi!" exclaimed someone who saw Shi Feng’s display of divine might.

"Is this... a formation made up of ten thousand corpses? Could this be the Death Emperor’s ultimate skill—the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses?" gasped someone upon seeing the corpses floating in the void and the Aura of Death rising to the sky.

"People once rumored that this Evil Demon comes from the Nine Nether Lineage and might be a disciple of Emperor Xiaoyao, but seeing this Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, could this person actually be a disciple of the Death Emperor?"

"That’s impossible; the Death Emperor Ling Yefeng has always been in Central State, thousands of miles away from our Yunlai Empire. Moreover, in the land of Central State, the Death Emperor, the Dark Emperor, and the Emperor of Destruction have been warring with Emperor Guangming, the Life Emperor, and the Emperor of Destiny for decades. The situation is tense; a Great Emperor wouldn’t come to our small Eastern Domain country to take a disciple."

"Indeed! Only Emperor Xiaoyao, who has lived a carefree life, moving unpredictably, might have deigned to visit our Yunlai Empire and taken Shi Feng as a disciple due to his talent. And since Emperor Xiaoyao and the Death Emperor are sworn brothers, both once disciples of Emperor Nine Nether, perhaps Emperor Xiaoyao also knows this Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses and passed it on to Shi Feng."

People started speculating wildly, and the oppressive atmosphere that had reigned just moments ago eased significantly. Seeing that Shi Feng was not dead, and that the Aura of Death he had gathered had scattered Long Ao’s Demonic Qi, everyone finally let out the breath they had been holding in their chests.

"Hmph! As expected, you didn’t disappoint me; you are worthy of being my opponent!" Prince Xin, Long Xin, snorted.

"Hmph! You actually broke my attack! But what of it? My power is far from limited to this!" Long Ao coldly shouted, his hands forming Demon Claws, moving in front of him, causing the heavens and the earth to seemingly darken in response to his movements. "Boom!" The sky rumbled with thunder, and suddenly a black lightning bolt as thick as a barrel descended from the sky, like a thick black laser beam, striking upon Long Ao’s body and enshrouding him, lingering for a long time.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Long Ao’s body faced the black lightning, howling within it, his face contorted into a hideous and painful expression. Immediately afterward, spectators saw Long Ao undergo a transformation as the dignified and solemn face exposed to the elements now bore black, twisted Demon Patterns, even his hands covered in dense, curling Demon Patterns, and with a "bang!" his crown shattered, and a curved black horn protruded from the top of Long Ao’s head.

"Roar!" Long Ao roared toward the heavens, his demonic roar shaking the firmament, and the black lightning that had descended upon him shattered like glass under the force of his roar.

"What... what is this!" Someone cried out in shock as they witnessed the sudden transformation of Long Ao.