Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 255: The Real Blood-colored Peak

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: The Real Blood-colored Peak

On a blood-colored land far across the Blood Ocean, a young silhouette stood, his face cold as he watched Shi Feng’s departing figure. This person, with his stern features and elegant demeanor, was none other than Yang Zhong.

At this moment, Yang Zhong, who once had a resolute face, was looking at the sky where Shi Feng’s form had vanished, revealing a trace of emotion for the first time.

"What’s wrong, Zhong’er, feeling defeated?" A hoarse, elderly voice came from the Jade Scroll hanging around Yang Zhong’s neck.

"Teacher, this person’s talent is too terrifying! Is everyone from the Nine Nether Lineage this monstrous?" Yang Zhong said.

"This man indeed counts as a genius that comes once in a thousand years! Within the Nine Nether Lineage, his talent can also be considered outstanding. If he continues to grow, perhaps there might emerge another Emperor Nine Nether." The elderly voice spoke and then adopted a tone filled with determination and murderous intent, "Therefore, Zhong’er, this Nine Nether beast must not be allowed to live. You must become stronger and personally kill him!"

"To kill him, easier said than done!" Yang Zhong let out a light sigh. With that person heading towards the Blood-colored Peak, to avoid encountering him, he had no choice but to reluctantly give up.

He had encountered Shi Feng repeatedly, yet found himself thwarted each time. He had originally grown stronger, thinking that such a person had long been left far behind by himself, yet unexpectedly, upon meeting him again, Shi Feng’s strength was once again superior to his own, and now, terrifyingly so.

Seeing Yang Zhong’s dejected and somewhat dazed appearance, the elderly voice from the Jade Scroll hurriedly spoke up, "Zhong’er, you must not lose the heart of a mighty one. Believe in yourself, you can surely kill him! Your talent is not inferior to his, have you forgotten what you once told your teacher?"

These words from the hoarse elderly voice caused Yang Zhong’s expression to change dramatically. Immediately afterward, his face, previously filled with dejection, once again took on a resolute look, "I, Yang Zhong! Cannot accept defeat! I, Yang Zhong, must reach the peak of Martial Arts, look down upon the world, and trample all enemies beneath my feet! I, Yang Zhong, must avenge my teacher, kill Qin Rufan, kill Ling Yefeng, annihilate the Nine Nether Lineage!"

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Shi Feng’s figure continued to break through the Blood-colored Void at high speed, below him, the ferocious Blood Ocean surged.

"Brother, wait for me, brother!" Just then, an urgent calling came from behind Shi Feng.

Shi Feng stopped his space-breaking movement and turned around, only to see the man named Cui Jian rushing towards him at high speed through the void, only stopping when he got close. By then, Cui Jian’s face was flushed red, and he was panting heavily; it seemed that in order to catch up with Shi Feng, even he, in the Seven-star Martial Lord Realm, had expended a considerable amount of energy.

"Do you need something?" Shi Feng frowned slightly, looking at Cui Jian in his current state, and asked.

"Heh heh." Seeing Shi Feng, Cui Jian revealed an honest smile. At this moment, he no longer treated Shi Feng as a martial artist of the same realm but behaved somewhat awkwardly in his presence.

With a smile plastered across his face, Cui Jian said to Shi Feng, "It’s nothing major. I just wanted to accompany you on your journey, brother. It’s always better to have some company."

"You’re merely at the Seven-star Martial Lord Realm, your space-breaking speed is far from matching mine, so I won’t waste time by slowing down for you, and your use of movement technique to fly consumes even more Primordial Power," Shi Feng said indifferently, stating the truth, which meant you’re too weak, it’s just a waste of my time to be with you.

"Uh..." Cui Jian did not expect Shi Feng to be so blunt, and he immediately turned red with embarrassment. Then Cui Jian said, "Brother, since you’re so powerful, could you help me kill someone? We can negotiate a reward."

As Cui Jian spoke, he turned around. In the distance behind him, an Eight-star Martial Emperor, with a shiny silver broadsword in hand, bald, and with a face full of viciousness, was flying rapidly through the air. Cui Jian pointed at the man and said, "That person is Wang the Fifth from the Great Saber Sect, who particularly bullies us members of the Freedom Sect, acts tyrannically, and commits all kinds of evil. Brother, just by looking at his fierce appearance, you can tell. Could you help me kill him? By doing so, you’d also be carrying out justice on heaven’s behalf."

The fierce-faced, space-breaking flying bald man, Wang the Fifth, suddenly saw Cui Jian from the Freedom Sect standing beside the young man who had just killed Ruo Feifan, then pointing at himself. His face immediately changed color, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned around and fled through the air.

He said he had a grudge with Cui Jian, but it wasn’t really a significant grudge; they had just quarreled over a woman in a brothel that Cui Jian had taken a fancy to.

Watching the bald man, Wang the Fifth, fleeing through the air, Shi Feng shook his head and said to Cui Jian, "A man’s grudge should be settled by the sword in his own hands."

After that, Shi Feng didn’t waste any more words with Cui Jian and turned to speed away, breaking through space. Left behind in the void was Cui Jian’s face, full of embarrassment.

He sighed softly, "That bald man sure is lucky."

Above the Blood Ocean, figures were still speeding through space. Gradually, the martial artists realized that the once ethereal, misty, blood-colored peak that was barely visible now seemed to become more tangible in their eyes. This discovery shocked their hearts and then filled them with joy because it meant they were getting closer to that blood-colored peak, and the blood-colored stone stele they’d seen wasn’t an illusion—it must be real.

Thinking of this, the martial artists spurred on their movements, quickening their pace, racing even faster through space, their hearts filled with wild fantasies and expectations. Some martial artists even began imagining the faces of their enemies, anticipating obtaining heavenly strange treasures and supreme cultivation techniques.

As the scene grew more tangible, Shi Feng, like the others, also increased his flight speed.

Gradually, slowly, the martial artists found a truly majestic blood-colored peak rising above the blood sea, like a giant standing firm between heaven and earth.

Fierce blood-red waves surged, crashing against the blood-colored cliffs, creating a sky filled with blood-red spray. Though this scene was common within this blood-colored space, it seemed exceptionally beautiful to the martial artists’ eyes. After hustling all this way, they had finally drawn near their destination.

Shi Feng was the first to arrive in front of the blood-colored peak. He quickly stopped his space-breaking flight, maintaining a distance from the blood-colored peak, and stared intently at this mysterious and eerie mountain. Then he slowly ascended into the sky, cautiously exploring.

One after another, other martial artists arrived. When they saw the figure of the youth who was like a demon, they quickly stayed far away, not daring to get too close, for fear of angering him and being viciously killed by him.

Many could still imagine the scene of Ruo Feifan’s final moments, his piercing screams.