Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 48 He’s Back

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 He’s Back

"Hmph!" Looking down at Moon City, the Yin Envoy snorted coldly, "This Ming’an is really something, to have died in such a small place; he really embarrassed our Skywind Sect."

"Hehe." The Yang Envoy beside him chuckled lightly upon hearing the Yin Envoy’s words, "Isn’t that great? It just made things easier for you and me."

"That it did!" The Yin Envoy nodded and then said, "The Xuanming Divine Technique I am cultivating is just one step away from completion. Once I’ve slaughtered the living beings of this city and absorbed their souls, I should be able to make an advancement. Since we are avenging a second-stage refiner of our sect by slaughtering this small city, even the Imperial Long Family can’t say much about it."

"Hehe." The Yang Envoy let out a sinister chuckle, quietly reached for the Yin Envoy’s hand, turned his head, looking affectionately at him, and said, "Once the time comes, you and I will harmonize Yin and Yang, and both of us will step into the Martial King realm."

The Yin Envoy also turned his head; their eyes met, and they exchanged a smile, all without a word uttered.

"Boom Boom!" Suddenly, thunder erupted in the sky, lightning flashing as if even the heavens had been startled all of a sudden.

"A rainy day?" Shi Feng, walking toward Moon City, suddenly felt a heavy rain pouring down from the sky; he was now less than a quarter-mile away from Moon City.

Looking up at the approaching Moon City under the gloomy sky, it seemed like a fierce beast lying dormant on the earth.

Nine Nether Power secretly circulated; raindrops falling on Shi Feng’s body evaporated instantly as they were about to make contact. Shi Feng continued walking toward the North City Gate of Moon City.

"Stop! Who are you?" As Shi Feng neared the city gate, he suddenly heard a loud shout. Following the voice, he saw a young man in white clothes standing at the city gate, his arms crossed over his sword, slightly tilted his head at a 75-degree angle, his eyes slightly squinted, his white robe fluttering, possessing the demeanor of a young expert staring at Shi Feng.

"A Nine-star Martial Master’s trash?" Gazing at the young man, Shi Feng murmured, his feet continually moving forward.

"Looking for death!"

"Clang!" The long sword in the chest of the young man in white suddenly unsheathed and rose into the air; with a movement of his foot, the young man leaped up, grabbed the hilt of the sword, swung the sword, creating a fierce sword light flashing toward Shi Feng.

"With such clumsy sword skills, you dare to perform in front of me." As Shi Feng spoke, his right hand formed a Sword Finger, his figure flashed, dodging the sword light. When Shi Feng reappeared, he was already behind the young man in white.

"Good... so fast..." The young man in white had just uttered these words when his body made a tearing sound, suddenly splitting vertically as if cleaved by a sword.

Shi Feng operated his Nine Nether Technique, absorbing the Power of Death, and at that moment, the fresh blood sprayed out by the young man in white also surged toward him. Shi Feng knew it was the Sacred Flame in his belly absorbing the blood.

Shi Feng coordinated with the Sacred Flame, extending his right hand, drawing the surging blood into his palm and then through his palm into his body, flowing toward the Sacred Flame.

"Huh?" Shi Feng suddenly let out a light gasp; with his current Soul Power, he should not have been able to capture the soul of the deceased, yet at that moment, he faintly felt a soul rushing toward him.

"I’ve realized it now, it’s the Sacred Flame trying to absorb that soul." Once Shi Feng understood this, he quickly used the weak sensation to activate the Nine Nether Technique and forcibly absorbed the soul into his own, instantly enhancing his soul.

"You... you’re even competing with me for such a weak soul!" the Sacred Flame within Shi Feng protested.

"We are one and the same now; there’s no point in talking about competing. The soul is useful to me now. From now on, all the blood from those I kill belongs to you, and then you can help me absorb souls like you did just now." Shi Feng said, realizing that with the help of the Sacred Flame, he had found a shortcut to rapidly increase his soul power. Once he advanced his soul power to the third stage, he wouldn’t need to do it himself after killing someone.

"Hmph!" The Sacred Flame huffed coldly and then fell silent again, ceasing to speak.

The split-open body of the young man in white had, after its blood was drained, become shriveled and dry, resembling a mummy that had endured hundreds of years.

Shi Feng shifted his gaze toward the central area of Moon City, to the giant statue towering like a titan, where he sensed two sharp gazes staring at him.

With a grin, Shi Feng walked toward the center of Moon City. Practicing the Nine Nether Technique, killing was the fastest way to cultivate, the higher the realm of the people he killed, the greater his gains.

The sky flashed with lightning and thunder roared, the heavy rain pouring down wildly, yet as Shi Feng walked through the streets of Moon City amidst the downpour, not a single drop of rain touched him.

Outside of Moon City, atop a mountain peak, amidst the roaring wind and pelting rain, stood a simple pavilion where Long Chen, wearing a moon-white robe, stood, gently waving a paper fan with Zhao Long, his guard, by his side, looking down at Moon City nearby.

Suddenly, Long Chen grinned and spoke, "I originally just wanted to see how the Skywind Sect would deal with the people of Moon City. I didn’t expect him to return. It seems the situation is getting more interesting."

"Your Highness, do you think he can match the Yin Yang Old Monster?" Zhao Long gazed at Shi Feng walking in the rainy Moon City and couldn’t help but ask.

Long Chen said, "From the perspective of Martial Arts Cultivation, he really isn’t a match for the Yin Yang Old Monster, who embodies the cycle of Yin and Yang, whose combined strength can challenge even Martial Kings. But this kid, he seems fearless and relentless, often turning the impossible into possible with his madness.

Just the other day, with only the power of a samurai, he challenged the Hai Family, and nearly everyone thought he would be killed by Hai Batian. Yet, in front of everyone, he displayed the ultimate skill of Emperor Nine Nether and vanquished Hai Batian.

That night, we set up a gravity room for him with fifty-five times normal gravity, thinking he wouldn’t last long. I even worried that the gravity would crush him, but unexpectedly, he endured it for the duration of three sticks of incense. His talent is too terrifying, or perhaps, the legacy of Emperor Nine Nether is too terrifying.

Zhao Long, can you discern his current Martial Arts Realm?" Long Chen asked.

Zhao Long shook his head and said, "I can’t tell; he seems to have intentionally concealed his cultivation level. But he was only at the Two-star Warrior Realm a couple of days ago, so it probably hasn’t changed much."

Hearing Zhao Long’s words, Long Chen nodded and said, "Just not sure if this time he’s truly gone mad or if he’s about to create another miracle."

As the rain grew heavier and the wind more ferocious, someone in Moon City quietly opened a crack in their door, trying to sneak a peek at the situation outside. Amidst the storm, suddenly a familiar figure flashed by, "Ah, it’s him!" a cry of surprise sounded from within the house.