Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 49 Netherworld One Sword

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 Netherworld One Sword

"Ah, it’s him!" A cry of surprise came from inside the house.

"What are you doing shouting like that!" Immediately after, the voice of a middle-aged woman rang out from within the house.

"It’s him! It’s him! He has appeared, and as long as he takes the blame for us, perhaps we won’t have to die."

"He! He! It’s him! I’ve seen him! Hahaha, it’s fantastic, with him here, as long as he dies, it might just quell the Skywind Sect’s rage."

From many closed houses, cries of joy were heard.

"Although the living beings here are weak, there are tens of thousands of them, let me absorb their souls and drain their blood to regain some strength," said the Sacred Flame within Shi Feng, sounding indifferent as if draining the blood of tens of thousands of living beings was a trivial matter.

"You are so heartless, treating living beings like ants, no wonder you were sealed and suppressed by an Ancient Supreme Power," Shi Feng said.

"Humph!" the Sacred Flame snorted coldly and said, "Don’t pretend in front of me, the cultivation technique you practice is no better than mine! These living beings are considered an Alien Race to me, yet you belong to the same kind as them."

"Humph! Less nonsense, I have my principles for killing. Those two Old men in the Spirit Realm above, after I kill them later, you can absorb their blood, but I want their souls."

Unbeknownst to him, Shi Feng had already reached the base of the statue. He leaped toward the statue, and upon landing on it, he continued to bound upward.

"Here comes an ant," the Yang Messenger spoke, looking down. "Based on the age and appearance, this should be the Little Martial Practitioner who killed Ming’an. He does look quite handsome."

"That’s good too, since we are idle here, it might be fun to let you and I thoroughly enjoy ourselves," the Yin Envoy said with a playful smile curling up at the corners of his mouth, "Let him truly experience what is meant by a real ’Ice and Fire’ ordeal."

As soon as the Yin Envoy finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand, and suddenly a clump of icy-blue flames burst from his palm. The chilling power immediately permeated the air, turning the falling rain into hail.

At the same time, the Yang Messenger extended his right hand, igniting a clump of fiery red flames in his palm, and the heat from the flames also began to spread.

When the powers of ice and fire met in the air, they did not repel each other but began to fuse together.

"Eh? Are these two clumps of Beast Fire?" Shi Feng had just leaped to the midsection of the statue when the Sacred Flame suddenly made a sound again.

In the Tianheng Continent, there exist many peculiar flames, including Heavenly Fire, Earth Fire, Beast Fire, and others.

Earth Fire refers to fire seeds that have grown over countless years in peculiar regions, such as the heart of the earth or magma flames. There were rumors that Earth Fire, over the ages, gradually developed its own consciousness and evolved into Heavenly Fire.

Beast Fire is the inherent flame found within demon beasts. On the Tianheng Continent, many Martial Artists hunt demon beasts that possess a talent for flames, extracting the fire seeds for their use, and this type of flame is known as Beast Fire.

"Fourth-stage Beast Fire, drawn from within a Fourth-stage King Level demon beast, boy, these two clusters of beast fire must come to me. Once I devour them, my power can recover by a small rank," Sacred Flame added.

"No problem!" Shi Feng agreed without hesitation. Now integrated as one, Sacred Flame had transformed into his Dantian. If Sacred Flame could regain a small rank of power, it would mean advancing a star in his Martial Arts Realm.

When Shi Feng leaped to the nose bridge of the stone statue, he kicked with his right foot, propelling himself straight up and landing on top of the statue’s head. His right hand flipped, and the Blood Sword appeared in his hand, his gaze fixed on the Yin Yang Envoys holding a white and a red flame.

"Kill!" Without any superfluous words, Shi Feng slashed horizontally with the Blood Sword in his hand, unleashing a swath of Half Moon white Sword Qi at the Yin Yang.

"A mere speck of light dares to compete with the bright moon! Truly overestimating yourself!" the fiery red elder sneered contemptuously and took a light step forward. With his right hand engulfed in fiery red flames, he casually reached out to grab the Sword Qi Shi Feng had slashed.

Old Man Yin stood quietly aside without intervening. To deal with a Little Martial Practitioner, it was beneath their dignity to join hands; he considered it lowering their status.

"Ah! How is this possible!" Old Monster Yang roared in shock, his face suddenly changing as he stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The Sword Qi he thought he could easily dissipate sliced through his fiery right palm, severing all but the thumb, the other four fingers detaching from the hand and falling, soon turning to ash along with the fiery flames.

Shi Feng’s white Sword Qi continued to rush forward, aimed at Old Monster Yang’s chest.

"Ah! I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!" Enraged by the humiliation of losing his fingers, Old Monster Yang bellowed furiously. Fiery red flames enveloped his body, and then, with his left fist, he hurled a punch engulfed in fierce flames at the Half Moon Sword Qi.

The punch instantly dispersed the Sword Qi!

Following that, Old Monster Yang, like a wild beast gone mad, leaped toward Shi Feng, his left hand stretched forward into a claw, unleashing the Martial Skill Fiery Flame Claw, violently grabbing towards Shi Feng’s head, intending to crush and tear it to shreds.

"A one-handed old fool still dares to be arrogant. You’re asking for death!" Shi Feng’s face was filled with scorn as he casually thrust the bloodthirsty sword upward in a seemingly bland motion.

Netherworld One Sword!

This Sword Skill too was invented by Emperor Nine Nether in the past. It was akin to the "Netherworld Finger" used by Ming’an, the Alchemy Master, when he killed the Hai Family’s Stableman; the difference was that one technique used a finger and the other a sword.

"Hmm?" Old Monster Yang saw Shi Feng’s sword thrust coming and his face changed drastically once again. This simple-looking thrust seemed to pierce directly toward his heart. He felt an unnerving sense of inescapability and shattered helplessness, as if the sword existed yet was ethereal like a ghost, a strong sense of impending death rising in his mind.

As a Martial Spirit Peak Practitioner with acute Martial Arts instincts, Old Monster Yang, still amidst flames in mid-air, hurriedly flipped backward, evading Shi Feng’s lethal sword thrust.

Missing with his sword thrust, Shi Feng flicked the blade with his left finger, producing a crisp "clang!" sound, before leisurely speaking, "That dodge just now was barely passable, managing to evade my sword. Now, you two old monsters might as well join forces."

All of this had occurred within just a few breaths. By the time Old Man Yin reacted and thought of joining in to help, Old Monster Yang had already been pushed back by Shi Feng. Old Monster Yang turned to Old Man Yin and shouted, "This boy is exceedingly strange. We both underestimated him just now. Let’s attack together. I swear, today we must execute him by dismemberment."

"Injuring you is like injuring me; he must die today without a place for his body!" Old Man Yin also roared angrily. At the same time, his entire body suddenly erupted with icy blue flames.