Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 569 - 560: Xueh Wuheng’s Junior Martial Uncle

Chapter 569: Chapter 560: Xueh Wuheng’s Junior Martial Uncle

Prince Guang’s calm and indifferent voice echoed through the area.

Hearing Prince Guang’s voice, Wang Cong’s aura of murderous intent gradually dissipated, but his gaze, still filled with the intent to kill, remained coldly fixed on Shi Feng, with a vicious ruthlessness even appearing on his face.

Seeing his demeanor, if it were not for the fear of the old man in the Void, Wang Cong might have already pounced to tear Shi Feng apart.

Afterward, Wang Cong, still staring at Shi Feng, spat out viciously, "If I encounter you on the arena, I will surely kill you!" Wang Cong’s icy voice, heavy with a murderous intent, also began to reverberate through the area.

Many martial artists, just by hearing Wang Cong’s chilling voice filled with murderous intent, felt a shiver down their spines.

Having said those words, Wang Cong’s figure moved, turning into an orange escape light that broke through the space and vanished from everyone’s sight in an instant.

Then, exclamations from the martial artists resounded in the area, "This Wang Cong! Who is he talking to? Who is so bold as to provoke Wang Cong?"

"In my opinion, the person who has provoked Wang Cong is as good as dead. Even if they do not meet Wang Cong in the arena, with the influence of the Dragon Tiger Sect, this person has already been marked and cannot even think of escaping."

"Run? Dared anyone marked by Wang Cong, watched by the Dragon Tiger Sect, even think of fleeing? In Tianlan Imperial City, Prince Guang has decreed that during the martial arts competition for marriage, no battles shall occur.

No one dares to ignore the words of Prince Guang. By hiding in Tianlan Imperial City, waiting until the martial arts competition is over, they might live a bit longer, but if they flee, once they leave Tianlan Imperial City, what awaits them is the wrathful pursuit of Wang Cong and the Dragon Tiger Sect!"

"Regardless, the brother who has offended Wang Cong should just accept his bad luck, for he is certainly doomed. Why provoke someone untouchable, someone you cannot afford to provoke?"

The discussions were endless, and in the hearts of the people, the person marked by Wang Cong was already dead.

Shi Jinsuai’s gaze also followed to that same person whom everyone was certain was doomed, that young face.

But Shi Jinsuai saw that this young face was still indifferent, unaffected by the situation. He was targeted by Wang Cong, ranked ninth among the Top Ten Powerhouses and a Martial Saint Realm powerhouse, set on his death, yet... he still maintained this composure.

As if Wang Cong’s words of certain death were not directed to him at all.

"Brother Shi..." Shi Jinsuai softly called out to Shi Feng, feeling that it was necessary to remind him, to make him realize the predicament he was in.

"What is it?" Upon hearing Shi Jinsuai’s call, Shi Feng’s face showed a puzzled look as he turned towards him.

"Wang Cong, he is..."

Just as Shi Jinsuai had barely spoken six words, Shi Feng interrupted, "A Martial Saint powerhouse, ranked ninth among the Top Ten Powerhouses, right? You told me about him yesterday."

"Yet you still..." Shi Jinsuai began.

"Hmph!" Shi Feng snorted coldly with disdain, "What of the Martial Saint Realm! I already have an enemy in the Martial Saint Realm, Zi Xiao, and I’m not afraid of adding one more Wang Cong. Whoever wants my life, just let them all come. I will surely make sure they never return!"

After hearing Shi Feng’s words, Shi Jinsuai was left speechless, "This... right, I almost forgot about his temperament."

However, just at that moment, a hearty burst of laughter suddenly rose from behind the two of them, "Haha, good! Very good! Certainly, let them come and never return! That’s well spoken! Indeed, it’s like the temperament of my Ancestor of the Netherworld!"

Upon hearing that cheerful laughter, Shi Jinsuai turned around and saw a figure in white, with flowing robes and an air of casual ease. The newcomer was none other than Xue Wuhen.

"Brother Xue! You’ve arrived!" Greeting Xue Wuhen with a nod, Shi Jinsuai said.

"I’ve arrived." Xue Wuhen replied with a smile, nodding back to Shi Jinsuai.

At this point, Shi Feng also turned around, casting his gaze toward Xue Wuhen.

With an ever-easygoing smile on his face, Xue Wuhen looked Shi Feng over and then, with a nod and a smile, said, "Although you don’t look like my Ancestor of the Netherworld, this aura of yours is remarkably similar to the portrait of the Ancestor that the master has.

My Ancestor of the Netherworld looked upon the world with scorn and roamed the Tianheng Continent without a rival. His mysterious demise was indeed regrettable. It’s unexpected that the Ancestor left behind a bloodline in this world; if the master and my martial uncles knew of this, they would surely feel some solace." As he said this, Xue Wuhen’s face showed a mix of sighing and contentment.

Then, Xue Wuhen’s gaze completely focused on Shi Feng’s face, his mouth curving into a smile as if he had seen through everything, and he playfully asked Shi Feng, "Brother Shi, should I call you Nether Feng, or should I call you little uncle?"

"This.. this.." After hearing Xue Wuhen’s words, Shi Jinsuai was utterly baffled. From what Xue Wuhen was implying, this youngster, is he the son of Emperor Nine Nether, a child of the Netherworld!

At this thought, Shi Jinsuai was startled by his own assumption!

The once strongest person in the world, who could rule the lives and deaths of countless people with a single thought, and command millions of Ghost Soldiers, Emperor Nine Nether! This youth is the son of such a figure! His origins are too shocking for the world to grasp!

"But..." However, Shi Jinsuai then remembered that just a few days ago, this youngster indeed admitted that he was from the Nine Nether Lineage, but he... he clearly acknowledged that he had a mentor-disciple relationship with Emperor Xiaoyao, Mo Xiaoyao!

How could this have changed to being the son of Emperor Nine Nether in just a few days? Could it be that Xue Wuhen was mistaken?

But that seemed unlikely. Xue Wuhen is from the Nine Nether Lineage and a disciple of the World’s No. One Alchemist, Qin Rufan. Surely he wouldn’t get such a matter wrong!

Looking at Xue Wuhen, who had suddenly appeared, Shi Feng felt somewhat speechless after hearing his words. To Xue Wuhen, it seemed he had mistaken Shi Feng for his own son.

This... this was actually quite comical.

Seeing that Shi Feng wasn’t speaking, Xue Wuhen thought that Shi Feng was being cautious due to the large number of people around and because his identity was indeed quite special. Considering this, Xue Wuhen quickly sought to reassure Shi Feng:

"Don’t worry, little uncle, I’ve already used a talisman given to me by a senior. We are now essentially secluded in a little space of our own. The words we speak here can only be heard by the three of us. Even Prince Guang Lann Guang up in the sky, with his Martial Arts Cultivation, couldn’t possibly hear us."

After saying this, Xue Wuhen’s gaze shifted to Shi Jinsuai beside Shi Feng, and he spoke once more, "If you’re worried about this man, afraid that what Wuy Hen said today and your identity will be leaked, then Wuy Hen can take action now to keep it strictly confidential for you, little uncle."

What Xue Wuhen referred to as keeping it strictly confidential must surely mean to silence someone forever.

Only a dead man can keep a secret perfectly.

(Recently, the update times have been late, and I’ve seen that whether it’s in the group chat or book reviews, some friends are mentioning it! I really don’t wish it to be so! The weather has been incredibly hot, with high temperatures in the south, hitting 37 and 38 degrees these past few days. Just sitting down, I’m bathed in stifling heat and soaked in sweat, leaving me without the mood to write! I simply can’t produce anything! So, my friends, please be understanding these next few days. When the manuscript fees come this month, I’ll head over to the town to get an air conditioner.)