Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 265: Gravity on the Mountainside

Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Gravity on the Mountainside

As for Cui Jian, Shi Feng didn’t pay any attention to him, not wishing to waste time on him, especially since his own appearance had allowed him to escape disaster. He had also saved his life from Wang the Fifth’s huge blade; this was already a huge favor granted to him.

He didn’t know this man well, and what became of him, alive or dead, was no longer his concern. When he had stepped forward to become the Flower Protector for the woman he desired, he should have foreseen all the consequences and accepted them.

Then, under Cui Jian’s pleading gaze, Shi Feng, like Princess Zi Yun, left him behind and walked away.

"Brother... brother..." Cui Jian called out, but Shi Feng still didn’t pay him the slightest attention. His figure gradually became obscured by a blood-colored large tree, then slowly disappeared from his sight.

"You..." Staring in the direction where Shi Feng had disappeared, no longer visible, a look of resentment appeared on Cui Jian’s face. He believed if any other Martial Artist appeared and ended his life, it would all be because of Shi Feng.

"If it really is like that, I won’t let you go, even as a ghost!" Cui Jian’s face twisted fiercely, still staring in the direction where Shi Feng had left, he spoke venomously, utterly forgetting that if it weren’t for Shi Feng, he would have just died under Wang the Fifth’s blade.

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More and more martial artists gathered in the Blood Forest, continuining the fierce saga of combat, bloodshed, and wails.

On his way to the mountaintop, Shi Feng also encountered quite a few martial artists like Wang the Fifth—greedy, short-sighted, and extremely confident in their own Martial Arts. Without exception, they all became cold corpses in this Blood Forest, or were reduced to ashes.

Some martial artists, like Shi Feng, aimed to reach the mountaintop, to explore the Blood-colored Stone Stele, but many who encountered Shi Feng incidentally witnessed other martial artists wailing under his power, dying, with blood splattering, while Shi Feng’s face remained indifferent and cold.

Gradually, a rumor about a Black-clothed Death God spread throughout these woods: The Black-clothed Death God, with a cold demeanor, merciless, killing people in a flick of a finger.

From one to ten, and ten to a hundred, gradually, more and more martial artists learned of this rumor about the Black-clothed Death God.

"Have you heard about the Black-clothed Death God in these woods?"

"The Black-clothed Death God? What is that? I’ve never heard of it!"

"The Black-clothed Death God, with limitless Cultivation Technique, reigns over the Blood Forest, leaving corpses everywhere."

"The Black-clothed Death God, is he perhaps a member of the Demon Sect?"

"It must be! This person kills the innocent, is brutal in murder, utterly devoid of conscience, an embodiment of pure evil! Who else but those Evil Demons from the Demon Sect could it be! I actually witnessed his battle with Ruo Feifan from the Heavenly Sword Alliance!"

"This person actually fought with Ruo Feifan, ranked third on the talent list? Is he still alive?" one among the group spoke in shock.

The man who had first spoken, upon hearing his companion’s words, shook his head, a disdainful expression took over his face, saying, "He fought Ruo Feifan! Not only did he kill Ruo Feifan, but it was also an effortless slaughter. He used a Demon Technique to condense a ghostly white Claw, which he used to crush Ruo Feifan alive and then drained all the blood from his body."

"What!" Each face showed shock, hearing this martial artist’s account, they suddenly felt a chill down their spine.

"No! Please, I beg you, don’t kill me!" Suddenly, this group of martial artists heard a pleading voice not far away.

They saw a young man in a black robe gripping the throat of a burly young warrior, lifting his entire body high, while the young man’s face was ice cold, the corner of his mouth curled into a sinister smile.

Spotting this young man, the group of martial artists instantly connected him with the rumor they had just heard, and in an instant, they saw the young man’s right hand, which was gripping the warrior’s throat, suddenly erupt with a fierce, sinister, blood-colored fiery blaze.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Suddenly, blood-colored flames engulfed the young Martial Artist’s entire body. Amidst the flames, the Martial Artist let out several piercing screams, showing no mercy to those who dared to target him. Shi Feng was ruthless.

"Ah! It’s him! It’s him! Run! Black! Clothed! Death! God!" No sooner had he mentioned him than he encountered him. The Martial Artist, who had just been telling his companions about the Black-clothed Death God and had initially thought it was a hallucination, suddenly snapped to his senses and urgently shouted to the four companions beside him before turning to run!

"Ah!" The other four Martial Artists, jolted by the harrowing screams and their companion’s cry, also suddenly came to their senses. All four turned around at the same time and shouted in unison, using the fastest movement technique they had ever learned and exhausting all their Primordial Power to sprint frantically and flee for their lives!

The Black-clothed Death God! That was the Black-clothed Death God! How terrifying!

While fleeing, some would occasionally turn their heads to see if the Black-clothed Death God was catching up to harvest their lives.

After killing the clueless Martial Artist, Shi Feng was somewhat baffled as he watched the five yelling and desperately fleeing Martial Artists, not understanding the reason and merely muttering softly, "What a bunch of strange people!" At that moment, Shi Feng did not realize that his reputation was beginning to spread throughout this bloody forest.

He had even been given a loud nickname by the Martial Artists: Black-clothed Death God!

Shi Feng shook his head slightly and no longer bothered about those people. Continuing his walk up the mountain, he should soon reach halfway up.

Back then, as he ascended in the outside world, which was also up to halfway up the mountain, a great oppressive force came from above, suppressing his Realm and causing a formless power to strike him down into this forest.

Now, he did not know if he would encounter the same situation when he reached that point on the mountain again, facing that immense oppressive force and power that blocked his path.

One step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

...

Fifty-five steps!

Ninety-eight steps!

Just as Shi Feng had taken his ninety-eighth step, suddenly, a tremendous gravity pressed down from above, furiously crushing toward him.

"Gravity?" Shi Feng abruptly realized that this space had been manipulated with gravity, much like the Gravity Room he had once been in, with gravity heavily compressing his body.

However, the gravity pressing down on Shi Feng at the moment was merely ten times normal, and he had once withstood fifty-five times the normal gravity with his martial master body.

This tenfold gravity was nothing to him.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feng continued to clear the path with the Blood Sword in his hand, making his way towards the top of the mountain.

Now, Shi Feng had reached halfway up the mountain, but that oppressive force and formless power had not been encountered again, only the tenfold gravity continued to weigh on him.

However, Shi Feng felt that since this area was manipulated with tenfold gravity, as he continued to ascend the mountain, it would certainly not be as simple as just tenfold gravity.

The path to the mountain’s summit would surely not be easy.