Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 270: Holding Hands with Princess Zi Yun

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Holding Hands with Princess Zi Yun

Trees in the distance kept toppling over; amidst the fluttering blood-colored dust, Shi Feng saw a massive, semi-translucent foot flickering in and out of sight. Just this foot alone was as tall as two people.

The foot was bare, but in shape, it resembled that of a human, only semi-translucent in color.

"Boom!" Then, another semi-translucent foot stomped down, obstructing Shi Feng’s view of the right foot he had just seen. At this moment, the sky above was obscured by dense, blood-colored leaves, preventing Shi Feng from getting a clear view of the owner of these semi-translucent feet. What did it look like? But Shi Feng was not inclined to find out; the oppressive aura emanating from it already filled his heart with a sense of powerlessness. If that foot were to stomp down on him, there would be no chance of his survival.

"Those are the giants from ancient times!" The Sacred Flame within Shi Feng spoke, "That aura, it must be the Giant Clan without a doubt, it’s just unclear why their forms appear semi-translucent."

"Who cares what race it is, that’s not important anymore!" Shi Feng shouted. At this point, he had no interest in investigating these origins; what mattered was to run for his life.

To make it to the top of this Blood-colored Peak was indeed not simple; the gravity layouts, these invisible mysterious creatures, the semi-translucent giants, they all appeared within the vast Blood-colored Peak, which made Shi Feng feel all the more certain that the Blood-colored Stone Stele at the mountain’s summit was extraordinary.

The violent disturbances within the Blood-colored Peak had now shaken countless Martial Artists within, and at this moment, these Martial Artists were leaping towards the blood-colored trees beside them, arriving at the treetops. Then, what entered their eyes, besides the towering Blood-colored Stone Stele at the mountaintop, was a semi-translucent giant below the stele, whose body was almost as large as the Blood-colored Stone Stele itself. Compared to it, they felt as minuscule as bugs to humans. The giant’s body was naked, with a rugged appearance, like a colossal, rough-looking man.

Upon the faces of each Martial Artist, expressions of extreme shock and horror emerged.

At this time, the giant’s equally massive eyes began to move; he also saw those Martial Artists standing atop the trees below. Following that, his mouth opened wide, and with a vigorous inhale, like a great whale sucking in water.

Inside the Blood-colored Peak, a violent whirlwind immediately blew up, creating a tremendous suction force. Blood-colored trees rooted out from the blood-colored ground, one after another, and the Martial Artists, under that powerful suction, lost control of their bodies and were rapidly pulled toward the giant’s mouth.

"Ahhh!" In an instant, cries of utter despair rang out from the Martial Artists as they flew toward the giant’s mouth under that powerful suction. These helpless Martial Artists had realized their fate: they were going to become food for this colossal creature, which clearly saw them as nothing but food.

Dozens of Martial Artists were sucked into the giant’s gaping mouth in a blink of an eye, and at that moment, pleas for mercy from various Martial Artists resounded within the giant’s mouth.

"Let... let me go, don’t eat me, we are both from the Human Clan!"

"No! Don’t eat me! I’m willing to serve as your slave, to attend to you here forever!"

"No... Don’t..." A Martial Artist, upon seeing the gigantic mouth slowly closing, let out a heart-rending, unwilling roar. However, the giant was completely unmoved as if he hadn’t thought about it, as if he couldn’t understand, or perhaps he didn’t want to listen. He simply regarded them as food, and who would listen to what food had to say?

As the massive mouth chewed, the inside of the giant’s mouth soon quieted down. Then, a trickle of fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The giant extended his enormous tongue to lick the corners, seemingly enjoying the taste, then, with the appearance of still wanting more, he opened his mouth wide again...

Upon seeing the huge pair of feet, Shi Feng had already used his movement technique to sprint away rapidly. Princess Zi Yun, dressed in purple battle armor, followed closely by his side. In Princess Zi Yun’s heart, she subconsciously felt that being near this youth gave her a sense of security.

"How ridiculous that I would feel a sense of security being close to this man!" she murmured to herself as she ran alongside Shi Feng, but the feeling in her heart was exactly as she described.

Suddenly, as Shi Feng ran, he felt the space around him erupt in intense turbulence, the wind whipping so fiercely that it made the densely packed Blood Trees sway wildly as if possessed. Soon after, Shi Feng felt an immense suction force behind him, trying to pull his body backward.

"Clang!" As they ran, Shi Feng thrust his Blood-colored Longsword deep into the Blood-colored land beneath him, leaving only a tenth of the blade exposed, and Princess Zi Yun, just like Shi Feng, plunged her Purple Sword into the Blood-colored earth.

Grasping their sword handles tightly, Shi Feng and Princess Zi Yun’s bodies floated up under the fierce suction, with Shi Feng holding the hilt with both hands, gritting his teeth and resisting the ferocious wind and powerful pull. Their bodies were like boats swaying uncertainly in the waves, on the brink of capsizing.

Although Shi Feng’s whole body had ignited with Blood-colored Flames, they too were quickly extinguished by the intense winds and powerful suction.

"Ah! Help! Help me!" Princess Zi Yun, beside Shi Feng, was now pale with terror and let out a delicate cry. Under the violent suction, her right hand had already lost its grip on the Purple Sword’s handle, hanging on with only five fingers of her left hand. Her little finger had already slipped off the hilt.

Princess Zi Yun had stretched her right hand toward Shi Feng. On her usually beautiful and cold face, a plea for help appeared. She knew all too well what fate awaited her if her left hand completely let go. In the face of danger, she dropped her usual pride to reveal the vulnerable side of a young girl.

Hearing Princess Zi Yun’s plea, Shi Feng released his left hand from the Bloodthirsty Sword and grabbed her white, jade-like hand. At the same time, with a burst of strength, he pushed her body forward, allowing Princess Zi Yun’s fingers, once detached from the Purple Sword’s handle, to loop back around it.

Her other hand was tightly clasped in Shi Feng’s. Even in such a desperate situation, a warm feeling suddenly spread throughout Princess Zi Yun’s body. It was the first time she had been held by a man’s large hand, and the first time she felt such warmth, which made her feel at ease. This strange and wonderful sensation, one she had never experienced even when holding hands with Lin Yuexin, her beloved.