Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 613 - 603: The Furious Wang Zhuo

Chapter 613: Chapter 603: The Furious Wang Zhuo

The head flew into the air. At this moment, Bing Ao felt as though he had soared into the sky, then the world spun around, turning dark.

Following that, Bing Ao saw, on the ground below, a huge arena, and above the arena, there stood a familiar icy figure, dressed in icy battle armor, with his neck area empty, spurting fresh red blood like a fountain.

Indeed, it was a freshly decapitated corpse. "This... This is my body!" Bing Ao, feeling the world spinning, suddenly realized in shock.

Then, Bing Ao saw behind the headless corpse, a large silver sickle spinning. When Bing Ao saw that sickle and thought about the formidable power it held a moment ago, he actually felt a sense of relief.

"I finally don’t have to face its might anymore!" With this thought, his consciousness began to quickly recede from his mind like the tide.

A powerhouse of the Martial Saint Realm, Vice Hall Master of the Tiankun Sect Xuanwu Hall, Bing Ao, had fallen!

The silver sickle flew back into Shi Feng’s left hand. Holding this large silver sickle, Shi Feng suddenly swung it twice in the void, "Bang! Bang!"

The silver sickle cut through the air, causing "Snap! Snap!" sounds of sonic booms, rippling like waves on water.

Looking at the silver sickle in his hand, Shi Feng grinned and murmured softly, "Indeed a fine Mysterious Artifact! I like it very much!"

After saying this, Shi Feng’s body exploded with a fierce Blood-colored Blaze, sweeping forward and devouring both the icy headless corpse of Bing Ao and the head that had just fallen from mid-air. Then, the Blood-colored Blaze swiftly swept back towards his body.

The Blood-colored Blaze was absorbed back into Shi Feng’s flesh, the body of Bing Ao, as well as the icy battle armor, had thoroughly disappeared.

The Power of Death, Soul Power, and blood of Bing Ao’s One-star Martial Saint Realm had been completely devoured by Shi Feng. The Nine Nether Power that had been depleted by activating the Silver Sickle had now been fully restored.

"Indeed, it’s always the same; anyone who dies at his hands vanishes without a trace!" Beneath the arena, people shook their heads in lamentation after seeing Bing Ao’s body incinerated into nothingness.

"Three Martial Saint Realm powerhouses! Just within these two days, three Martial Saint Realm powerhouses have already died at his hands.

Wang Cong, Zi Xiao, Leng Ao, Young Lord of the Dragon Tiger Sect, Marquis Zi Qing of the Tianlan Empire, Vice Hall Master of the Tiankun Sect Xuanwu Hall, these are true bigshots that we usually never get to see! So noble in status, so high in authority, yet they died just like that."

"Shi Feng will definitely become famous throughout the Tianlan Empire, no, throughout the Eastern Domain!"

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On arena number 10, Shi Feng raised his head, looking up to the scholar-like referee above the arena and said, "If there’s any arena that has decided on its Arena Master, send him over to have a battle with me!"

"Okay!" The scholar-like referee nodded, responding to Shi Feng’s words.

"Hmm?" However, just at that moment, Prince Guang, who stood proudly in the void, seemed to sense something. He suddenly furrowed his brows and looked towards the vast northern sky.

"Hmm?" On Arena 10, Shi Feng also sensed something unusual in the northern sky and turned his head in that direction.

Immediately after, more heads turned toward the north, gaze after gaze cast towards the sky there.

In the northern sky, suddenly, densely packed figures emerged, swarming like locusts. At a glance, there were at least a few thousand people!

"That old undying finally came!" Prince Guang, overlooking the arena from above, shook his head and sighed as he watched the densely packed figures appear. He had known all along that this old fool, having lost his son, would certainly come!

"Dragon Tiger Sect! It’s the Dragon Tiger Sect!" At that moment, bursts of exclamations arose from the crowd.

"The Dragon Tiger Sect has arrived! The Sect Master of Dragon Tiger Sect, Wang Zhuo, whose biological son was killed, is now leading thousands of elites from the Dragon Tiger Sect, heading towards the Tianlan Imperial City. Look, the old man flying at the front of the crowd is Wang Zhuo, the second-ranked powerhouse among the top ten powerhouses of our Tianlan Empire!"

"Wang Zhuo is here!"

Following that, gazes once again shifted towards the blood-colored figure on Arena 10. Everyone knew that Wang Zhuo had personally led thousands of Dragon Tiger Sect elites here to seek vengeance on this man!

"Now, it looks like it’s the end of the line for Shi Feng! Alas, a peerless genius seems about to fall here! Although he has killed many geniuses, his death is probably well-deserved! Even if Shi Feng dies today, his name will likely resound throughout the Eastern Domain for a while."

In the void of the north, at the forefront of the densely crowded group, stood an imposing figure with white hair and beard, resembling an emperor in an azure robe, emblazoned with a fierce azure dragon, and a white cape billowing in the wind, embroidered with a roaring white tiger.

This elderly man was none other than, ranking second among the Tianlan Empire’s top ten powerhouses, the Sect Master of Dragon Tiger Sect — Wang Zhuo!

"Killer of my son! Now cripple your own arms and legs and crawl up here immediately!" As soon as Wang Zhuo arrived above the Tianlan Imperial City, he roared like an enraged tiger towards the city.

Just then, Prince Guang, standing proudly in the void, suddenly turned into a flash of golden light and appeared before Wang Zhuo, saying, "Old man, let’s talk this out calmly!"

"Talk this out calmly?" Hearing Prince Guang’s voice from ahead, Wang Zhuo looked up at the golden figure before him and harshly retorted!

Then, Wang Zhuo shouted angrily at Prince Guang, "Lann Guang, you old undying! It’s not your son who died, so you can afford to speak indifferently! If you want me to talk calmly, you go have a child die and see if you can still talk calmly."

"This is a martial arts tournament, an arena battle, contestants are inherently aware of the risk of death, it’s inevitable. Your little Wang might have been killed, but before that, he too killed many contestants," Prince Guang said, facing Wang Zhuo, unperturbed.

Although Wang Zhuo was ranked second and Prince Guang third, both of their Martial Arts Realms were the same, both at the Four-star Martial Saint Realm! If the two truly fought, it would be hard to predict the outcome.

Back then, the battle between them lasted a long time, with Prince Guang finally losing to Wang Zhuo due to a slight mistake. Prince Guang felt that if there were to be another decisive battle, he would not lose to him again!

"Martial arts tournament?" Hearing Prince Guang’s words, Wang Zhuo coldly responded. Then he shouted, "I don’t care about any martial arts tournament, today, whoever dares to protect the murderer of my son or obstruct me, I will send them to their grave! That includes you, Lann Guang, you old undying!"

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