Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 712 - 700: A Curse?

Chapter 712: Chapter 700: A Curse?

In front of that ancient Bronze Palace!

Shi Feng stared at the two Bronze Gates, gazing at the patterns of the Fierce Beasts on the gates, as his Soul Power responded in turn.

However, Shi Feng soon sensed that the patterns of the two Fierce Beasts were just ordinary beast patterns after all, with nothing unusual about them. It seemed that there would be no danger before entering the Bronze Palace.

At that moment, from among the group of Martial Artists behind him, one suddenly spoke up, "Since these two are so close to those gates, just let them push open the two doors!"

Upon hearing this voice from behind, Yue Shaochong’s body suddenly shuddered. This was, this was sending them to their deaths!

Then, Yue Shaochong turned his head to look behind him and quickly identified the speaker—it was a middle-aged Martial Artist.

"Flame Venerable—Du Yan!" When he saw who had spoken, Yue Shaochong was shocked.

This Du Yan, who practiced the Flame Martial Way, was a well-known Martial Venerable Realm powerhouse, known as the Flame Venerable!

"This... this..." Yue Shaochong was so shocked he couldn’t speak. If this Du Yan, this Flame Venerable, asked them to push open the two Bronze Gates, they simply could not disobey!

They were being asked to be sacrificial lambs sent to certain death!

After Du Yan finished speaking, another voice followed, "Then let these two do it. You two, quickly push the doors open. Don’t waste everyone’s time; otherwise, I won’t let you off lightly."

"Vajra Sect Elder, Jin Shen!" Yue Shaochong saw another person speak, and again, he was startled.

Following that, Yue Shaochong saw numerous gazes from the crowd turning towards the two of them!

There were numerous faces bearing mocking smiles.

They were coldly watching as they were sent to die!

"Little Shi Feng, it looks like we can’t escape this calamity!" Yue Shaochong became despondent and spoke to Shi Feng beside him.

He understood well that if the two of them didn’t push the doors, they would definitely be attacked by the people behind them.

"What bad karma have I encountered!" Yue Shaochong lamented inwardly, then looked again at Shi Feng’s young face and said to himself, "Forget it, forget it, he’s still so young. If someone has to die, let it just be me!"

"Little Shi Feng, you stay put here; don’t move. I’ll push the door. If there’s any danger, you must remember to immediately retreat back, and value your life above all!" Yue Shaochong said to Shi Feng.

"We cannot push this door!" After hearing Yue Shaochong’s words, Shi Feng slowly shook his head and said to Yue Shaochong.

"I... I know that!" Yue Shaochong sighed, then spoke to Shi Feng with a feeling of helplessness, "As soon as we push the door, there’s an eighty percent chance it will be the end of us, but do we have any other choice?"

"What are you dawdling for? What are you muttering about, wasting everyone’s time? Do you really want to find death that badly?" At that moment, another wave of cold, stern voices came from behind.

From this voice, it was clear that if Shi Feng and Yue Shaochong hesitated any longer, those urging them would start to attack.

Yue Shaochong had already recognized that it was the voice of the Flame Venerable, Du Yan. Du Yan, who cultivated the Flame Martial Way, had an exceptionally explosive temperament. Yue Shaochong was very clear about the consequences of any further hesitation.

"Ah!" But right after, a sudden and harrowing scream of agony echoed through the air.

Upon hearing this sudden scream, Yue Shaochong’s body involuntarily shuddered, and his gaze uncontrollably shifted to Shi Feng beside him.

However, when Yue Shaochong looked at Shi Feng, he saw that Shi Feng was still standing unharmed beside him, "Wait, that voice, it sounded like..."

"What happened? Du Yan, what happened to Du Yan?"

"What’s going on? What’s happened to him?"

"Ah? Du Yan is? Dead!"

Behind Yue Shaochong, a flurry of commotion suddenly arose!

"That was Du Yan’s voice just now. Du Yan is dead?" Yue Shaochong had recognized immediately that the dreadful scream came from the Flame Venerable Du Yan, and upon hearing "Flame is dead," his heart was struck with an inexplicable tremor, and he couldn’t help but turn around.

At this moment, the spot where Du Yan had been standing was now surrounded by a crowd. It seemed these people were investigating Du Yan’s condition, followed by another voice confirming, "Du Yan is indeed dead, his breathing has stopped, his heartbeat ceased! But... how could Du Yan just die like this!"

"It looks like he’s really dead!" After hearing the confirming voice, Yue Shaochong felt a sudden surge of elation, and then he silently said to himself, "The bastard, actually wanted us to go to our deaths! Such a person, it serves him right to die!"

"A curse! Could it be a curse from this Bronze Palace!" Just then, someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock, "Du Yan has been cursed by this Bronze Palace! Otherwise, how could someone at the Martial Venerable Realm just die so inexplicably?"

The person who shouted had a sharp voice, and the word "curse" resonated in the hearts of everyone present, causing panic and a spine-chilling fear.

Ancient Relics are profound and mysterious, and unexpected calamities often arrive quietly, as if Death God is lurking right beside one.

"A curse?"

"A curse!"

The crowd began to exclaim in shock! A Martial Venerable, barely forty years old, dying so suddenly and mysteriously was indeed too eerie, especially being so close to the Ancient Relics!

"A curse, huh? Could it really be a curse?" Jin Shen, the elder from the Vajra Sect, murmured as he looked at Du Yan’s corpse.

At that moment, Jin Shen looked up and saw Yue Shaochong and Shi Feng still standing there motionless, not yet having pushed the Bronze Gate open. He quickly pointed at the two of them and yelled,

"What are you two dawdling for? Hurry up and push open that Bronze Gate! Do you want to die?"

Jin Shen was already irritable, especially seeing that Yue Shaochong was not following orders and instead turning around to watch the commotion!

But at that moment, just as Jin Shen’s words fell, a sudden, agonizing roar burst from Jin Shen’s mouth, "Ah!"

In an instant, all eyes were once again on Jin Shen, the elder of the Vajra Sect. Right after his great roar, his face showed extreme pain, and his body immediately fell to the ground, his condition almost identical to that of Du Yan’s moments before!

"This... this..."

Then, a Martial Artist stepped forward, crouched down, and examined the fallen Jin Shen. Afterward, the Martial Artist stood up, shook his head at everyone, and spoke in a low voice, "Jin Shen has stopped breathing, his pulse has stopped beating too, just like Du Yan, he’s dead!"

"What!"