Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 586 - 577: Dragon Rise... Fist

Chapter 586: Chapter 577: Dragon Rise... Fist

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Screams of agony burst from Wang Cong’s mouth, as he received one soul attack after another on Platform 10.

Under the continuous assault of the Nine Nether Soul-shocking Seal by Shi Feng, Wang Cong was utterly suppressed. His body, which had been flying mid-air, was now forced back onto the platform.

Shi Feng stood proudly in the void, looking down at Wang Cong below and said coldly, "Young Lord has had enough of playing with you. Now, I shall send you to meet your younger brother!"

After speaking, Shi Feng swung down the Full Moon Scimitar, infused with Nine Nether Power, towards Wang Cong below.

The mysterious and powerful Full Moon Scimitar spun once again, flying diagonally downward and slashing towards Wang Cong.

As Wang Cong’s soul emerged from the agony, he suddenly caught sight of the Full Moon Scimitar plunging towards him. His fist clenched tight, he shouted low, "Rising Dragon Fist!"

As Wang Cong’s shout resonated, a dragon head phantom immediately appeared above his fist. But just as Wang Cong was about to strike the Full Moon Scimitar, his movement abruptly halted, and he let out the same enraged roar he had been shouting earlier.

At that very moment, when Wang Cong was about to attack the Full Moon Scimitar, Shi Feng once again launched a Soul Attack, the Nine Nether Soul-shocking Seal!

While Wang Cong’s soul was wounded and his motion paused, the swiftly spinning Full Moon Scimitar suddenly slashed across his neck, spraying a streak of bright red blood.

The Full Moon Scimitar flew by, slicing through Wang Cong’s throat, leaving a ghastly gash on his neck. Instantly, like a burst pipe, bright red blood ceaselessly spurted from the grueling cut.

Consciousness quickly returned to Wang Cong’s mind. At this moment, Wang Cong looked down at his body, which was continuously spraying blood, with eyes wide open. The orange clothes in front of him were soaked thoroughly red.

"Ah... I have lost... I, Wang Cong... have actually... been defeated..." Wang Cong said dazedly, his face filled with reluctance and disbelief. But reality was just so, and he could not help but believe it.

From the day he stepped into Martial Arts, Wang Cong had defeated one opponent after another, crushing numerous Martial Artists under his feet. Now, Wang Cong couldn’t even recall how many formidable opponents he had defeated, how many geniuses had died by his hand, and ultimately, he had forced his way into the Tianlan Empire’s top ten powerhouses with his overwhelming strength.

But today, such a genius like Wang Cong had been defeated, and by a teenager of merely sixteen or seventeen.

"No! I have not been defeated! I have not!" Wang Cong suddenly raised his head, his eyes fiercely fixed on the black silhouette in the void, letting out a roar full of anger and unwillingness.

Following that, a green dragon head that had disappeared from Wang Cong’s fist reappeared, and with another roar, he cried out, "Rising! Dragon... Fist..."

As Wang Cong uttered "Fist", his voice clearly weakened, his momentarily hardened momentum softened completely in an instant, his body felt powerless, and his complexion turned as pale as paper. With a "thud", Wang Cong fell flat on the ground.

"I... have been defeated..." Wang Cong looked up at the sky, gazing at the white clouds in the clear blue sky. Today, the sky seemed exceptionally blue to Wang Cong, and the clouds extraordinarily white.

Reflecting on it, it had been a long time since he had looked at the sky so closely.

Scenes from the past, moments of memory, flashed rapidly through Wang Cong’s mind like a movie.

"I must become stronger! I will definitely become stronger!" In the storm, a stubborn child kept striking the wooden post on the training ground, his fists already bloody and mangled.

But his stubborn child seemed oblivious, still pounding punch after punch amidst the raging storm, his face full of determination and stubbornness.

At that moment, it was unclear what Wang Cong thought of, but tears suddenly streamed down from his eyes, "Father..." As Wang Cong struggled to utter these two words, his consciousness receded from his mind like a tide.

A once-in-a-generation genius, a Martial Saint Realm powerhouse, ranked eighth among the Tianlan Empire’s Top Ten Powerhouses, the Young Lord of the Dragon Tiger Sect, Wang Cong, had fallen!

After Wang Cong’s death, his eyes remained open, as if he was still gazing at the clear blue sky.

"He’s dead! Wang Cong is dead!" someone in the crowd shouted first. After this shout, the previously silent crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Wang Cong! That’s Wang Cong, the eighth-ranked among the Top Ten Powerhouses! That’s the Young Lord of the Dragon Tiger Sect!"

"This youth, after killing Bai Junshuang, killing Wuu Guang, killing Wei Wuxi, has now even killed Wang Cong! He’s truly defying the heavens!"

"He! He’s just a youth who looks sixteen or seventeen years old! And he has killed Wang Cong! An Evil Demon, truly an Evil Demon!"

"This wild youth! He really killed Wang Cong. This... truly befits the illegitimate son of Emperor Nine Nether!" Even Shi Jinsuai, among the crowd and watching the battle, took a sharp breath.

Gradually coming into contact with Shi Feng, Shi Jinsuai had grown increasingly confident in him, but he hadn’t imagined he would just kill Wang Cong like this, a powerhouse of the Martial Saint Realm!

This was a blatant challenge across levels!

With Wang Cong’s death, the commotion at arena number 10 immediately drew countless gazes this way, and several martial artists who were still competing at other arenas stopped their battles upon hearing the shocking news of "Wang Cong is dead," turned their heads toward arena number 10, toward the black figure still hovering in midair, looking at the body dyed crimson with blood.

Indeed, that body was Wang Cong’s! Indeed, a Martial Saint, one of the Top Ten Powerhouses, and the Young Lord of the Dragon Tiger Sect—Wang Cong!

"My junior uncle is really defying the heavens!" Even from afar, Xueh Wuheng couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement as an Eight-star Martial Venerate killing a Martial Saint was astonishing, as not even the Ancestor of the Netherworld achieved such a feat at this realm.

"He really killed Wang Cong!"

From a distance, two cold gazes filled with murderous intent were directed toward arena number 10, toward the black figure. It was Yangg Zhong and Zi Xiao.

As it turned out, the black figure on arena number 10 had become the center of everyone’s attention!

After today, the name Shi Feng would likely resonate through the entire Tianlan Empire!

However, many people also thought that with Wang Cong’s death, the Dragon Tiger Sect, and Wang Cong’s father, Wang Zhuo, must already be in a frenzy.

This youth, having killed Wang Cong, could he continue to survive in this world?

Wang Cong’s father, that’s Wang Zhuo!

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