Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 51: A Fierce Battle until the Sky Grows Dark

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: A Fierce Battle until the Sky Grows Dark

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The stone statue above kept exploding with roaring sounds, the statue violently shaking, continuously shaking down stone sand, stone debris.

The citizens of Moon City, looking at the huge stone statue in the central area, felt their hearts tremble with fear. This statue, which had stood in Moon City for thousands of years, was now riddled with dense, spiderweb-like cracks from top to bottom, looking as if it might collapse at any moment.

The sky halted its tempest of wild wind and rain, the color of the day drawing near to dusk.

Atop the cracked head of the statue, Shi Feng and Ice and Fire Tai Chi kept colliding and then rapidly separating. Each time, Shi Feng was shaken back two or three steps, and Ice and Fire Tai Chi also was shaken one or two meters away.

Three streams of blood had already appeared on the corner of Shi Feng’s mouth, yet he fought more fiercely with each encounter, laughing and shouting, "You two old geezers, come at me again! I refuse to believe that I can’t eliminate you!" As the shout ended, Shi Feng once again confronted them with his sword.

"Boom!" The heavens and earth erupted with a roar once more, as Shi Feng and Ice and Fire Tai Chi were shaken apart again.

"You freak, stop playing around! Your death might not matter, but it will implicate me!" Sacred Flame inside Shi Feng’s body bellowed, "Each strike of your Martial Skill consumes an enormous amount of energy. If you keep this up, you’ll soon exhaust your strength and be killed! We are currently one, your death will drag me down to be buried with you!"

"Shut up!" Shi Feng shouted, "Do you think those two old fools are faring any better than me?" After speaking, Shi Feng charged forward with his sword again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The roaring sounds exploded once again!

"Boom!"

After dozens more exchanges, this time Shi Feng was shaken so hard that he flew backward, his body heavily crashing to the ground.

On the other side, Ice and Fire Tai Chi was also shaken back flying into the air, and during their flight, the icy blue and fiery red flames dissipated, revealing two twisted human shapes. Then, these two figures also crashed heavily to the ground.

At the top of the statue, dust filled the air.

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough..."

The Yin Yang Envoys, who had previously been majestic, imposing, and towering above all, now had disheveled hair and robes torn into strips hanging loose, bodies covered in blood and dust, looking like two dirty old beggars, the pervasive dust making the two old men continuously cough.

The Yang Messenger trembled, slowly lifting his upper body from the ground and looking toward the Yin Envoy beside him, "Old Yin... you... how are you..." His voice was weak and hoarse, powerless, much like a seriously ill old man.

"I... I’m fine... you?" The Yin Envoy, as if paralyzed, sprawled on the ground without getting up, just shook his head at the Yang Messenger.

"I... I..." Just as the Yang Messenger began to speak, the Yin Envoy’s face suddenly changed dramatically, disbelief written all over it. He saw a blood-red sword blade piercing through from Old Monster Yang’s chest, fresh red blood continuously dripping down from the tip of the sword.

The Yang Messenger’s body convulsed as he slowly turned his head, his eyes bulging. He saw a young face, cold and merciless. In a flash, consciousness rapidly receded from his mind like a receding tide, but his eyes remained wide open, proving he died with regret.

After the sword pierced through Old Monster Yang, Shi Feng seemed to have exhausted all his strength; completely drained, his body collapsed limply to the ground.

"Yang! Old Yang! Ahhhhhh!" Old Man Yin howled fiercely, his voice tragic, sounding like a fierce ghost, "You won’t die a good death!" Old Man Yin, somehow finding strength from who knows where, roared madly, crawling desperately toward Shi Feng with great effort. Lifting his hands, his face disheveled and ferocious, he truly resembled a fierce ghost as he lunged for Shi Feng’s throat.

"Nine! Nether! Technique! Devour! Death’s! Force!" Shi Feng intoned softly, as the Nine Nether Technique began to operate. Just as the words left his mouth, Old Man Yin’s hands had already grasped his throat.

Old Man Yin, hanging on a final breath, clenched his teeth and mustered his last bit of strength, swearing not to let go until he strangled Shi Feng to death.

"I will devour your flesh and blood to avenge Old Yang!" Old Man Yin roared savagely, opening his mouth to bite toward Shi Feng’s nose.

"Boom!" A tremendous roar suddenly erupted throughout Moon City. The gigantic stone statue that had stood in the center of Moon City for thousands of years finally reached its breaking point and shattered. This statue had finally collapsed.

"Is it over?" In the cool pavilion outside Moon City’s mountains, Long Chen muttered as he looked toward the center of Moon City. At the moment the statue crumbled, he saw Shi Feng and the two others also falling downward, getting hit by many stones on the way down, ultimately getting buried in the ruins.

The stone statue that stood in Moon City for thousands of years had become a thing of the past, and so had the unprecedented battle of today.

"What a pity, such a genius, to fall just like this." Zhao Long at Long Chen’s side heaved a sigh, standing on this mountain peak. With his Martial Spirit Practitioner’s eyesight, he had clearly seen everything that had just happened. Shi Feng and Old Man Yin had both exhausted all their Primordial Power and were also seriously wounded. Falling from such a height and then getting buried by huge boulders, they were now likely nothing but bones.

"Such a pity." Long Chen also let out a sigh.

Shi Feng had promised to help him contend for the throne in the future and to find Emperor Xiaoyao, even willing to ask Emperor Xiaoyao to make a move on his behalf once. Shi Feng had displayed various strong moves, thoroughly convincing him that he was the inheritor of Emperor Nine Nether.

To die just like this was indeed a great pity for him.

"Let’s go," Long Chen said as he turned to leave the mountaintop.

"Wait, Your Highness, there seems to be some movement over there!" Just as Long Chen turned, Zhao Long suddenly exclaimed.

"Hmm?" Hearing Zhao Long’s cry, Long Chen turned back and his gaze returned to Moon City.

In the center of the ruins, the stones seemed to be trembling slightly. It was due to Zhao Long’s focused gaze on the ruins that he had noticed anything.

"Could someone actually have survived?" Seeing this scene, Long Chen also couldn’t help but exclaim, "Why would this be, hadn’t they exhausted all their Primordial Power? And with such serious injuries, even if they didn’t die from the fall, they should have died from the crushing. Even if they weren’t crushed to death, they shouldn’t have the strength to shake such large stones."

"Your Highness, who do you think survived?" Zhao Long looked toward Long Chen, who also turned his head to look at Zhao Long, as if they both had seen the answer in each other’s eyes.

Could this perverse man truly have an Undying Body?

"Bang!" Suddenly, in the midst of the ruins, a rumble burst forth, and a young figure shot out from the pile of rubble, finally landing on a gigantic rock amidst the ruins.

Shi Feng had survived, but as people made out the scene, they realized he wasn’t alone; in his hands, he held two bodies, one red and one white. As people got a clearer look at the corpses in his hands, they saw that the two bodies had become shriveled, like mummies that had died for hundreds of years without rotting.