The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine
Chapter 1157 - Chapter 1157 Chapter 1157 The Secret of the Mysterious Black

Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: The Secret of the Mysterious Black Knife Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: The Secret of the Mysterious Black Knife In front of the underworld, any living being is insignificant and can easily be struck down.

Nangong Hong was directly swallowed into the underworld! The Disaster Power he had painstakingly collected was also entirely devoured by the underworld, providing it with some energy.

Within the underworld, Nangong Hong completely fell apart.

He looked at the Bridge of Helplessness, at the River of Oblivion, at the endless parade of ferocious ghosts howling, screaming, and mocking him.

“This… this place… this is… am I dreaming? Am I… am I…” Nangong Hong shivered all over, close to losing his mind.

“Hehe~~” Huang Xiaolong hovered in the dark void of the underworld, crowned and robed in yellow, as high as the sun and moon, as large as heaven and earth, mastering everything, carrying the majestic presence of a ruler of the world, perfectly controlling the underworld, commanding millions of Yin spirits and fierce ghosts who dared not disobey.

“Congratulations,” Huang Xiaolong said slowly. “I must say, you’ve come to the underworld in the flesh. Isn’t it fun?”

“The underworld! This place… it’s actually… actually the underworld!” Nangong Hong was terrified to death, but he was a clever man. Knowing the various legends about the underworld, he quickly recalled– “I crossed the Yellow Springs Road, went through the Ghost Gate, passed the Bridge of Helplessness, saw the enchanting otherworldly flowers… and these… these terrifyingly powerful ghostly beings…”

“Who are you?” Nangong Hong found that, within the underworld, his mana was almost suppressed to an extremely low level.

The underworld and the human world are clearly demarcated as two different worlds. The rules of the underworld are absolutely repellent to the living.

Therefore, even a late-stage Ancestral God-like supreme powerhouse, once they arrive in the underworld, can probably deploy only about twenty to thirty percent of their full mana!

Looking up at Huang Xiaolong, robed in yellow and like a Heavenly Emperor above, Nangong Hong truly felt as if he were nothing more than an ant, a feeling that was very real.

“To be able to bring a living person into the underworld at will, who do you think I am?” Huang Xiaolong asked with an amused smile.

In the River of Oblivion, waves of blood roared, and numerous gruesome ghostly hands reached out from the water, struggling and emitting heart-wrenching screams. “Great One, please pull me out~~ Great One~~~”

Some of the ghosts emitted an aura so terrifying that Nangong Hong trembled, nearly wetting himself from fear.

In an instant, Nangong Hong had a stroke of enlightenment and said tremblingly, “I know now! You are the Yin Emperor! You are King Yan! Oh heavens! In this era of Dharma decline… the gods wither away, why… why are there deities in the underworld!”

Nangong Hong’s mind was in turmoil, and at that moment, his worldview had been completely overturned.

Suddenly, bitterness as if he had chewed on a bit of gall filled Nangong Hong’s mouth, and his heart was full of regret and self-mockery…

‘I’m such an idiot! He is a deity, and I… I actually ranted in front of him, boasted as a genius, reduced him to an ant… I… I…’

Suddenly, a flash of determination appeared in Nangong Hong’s eyes, and he kowtowed to Huang Xiaolong on the spot!

“Yin Emperor! Please forgive my transgressions~~~ I didn’t know you were a deity. But now that I know, it’s not too late! Yin Emperor, I beg you, take me, Nangong Hong, as your follower! From today on, I, Nangong Hong, am willing to offer my flesh, spirit, and soul entirely to you, Great One! Even if, from now on, I were to be a dog by your side, it would be an honor!” Nangong Hong suddenly became utterly subservient, kowtowing repeatedly to Huang Xiaolong.

His mind became acutely aware– ‘Opportunity! This is an enormous opportunity! What’s the Shushan Sword Sect compared to this? Damn it! This one is a deity! The ruler of the underworld, King Yan! As long as I follow him, from now on I will have glory, wealth, and power, everything I desire, being a dog by the side of a deity would tower above all beings! Fortune! This truly is my, Nangong Hong’s, fortune! I must seize this rare opportunity! There are deities in this world, but perhaps, only this one right in front of me!’

“Oh?” Huang Xiaolong, hands clasped behind his back, looked at Nangong Hong with a mocking expression. “So you’re thinking of betraying the Shushan Sword Sect? You would rather be a dog by my side than the top genius of the Shushan Sword Sect?”

Nangong Hong did not even need to think before his gaze became resolute as he said, “Yes, Your Excellency! Being your dog is better than being any kind of genius. You control hell, manipulative over life and death, with the cycles of Yin and Yang at your disposal, unparalleled in the world! Should you want someone dead by the third watch, they will assuredly not live to see the fifth watch! What is the Shushan Sword Sect in comparison? If you are willing, with a mere gesture, you could reduce them to ashes! If the Shushan Sword Sect offends you, they are courting their own demise! And not just the Shushan Sword Sect, the Emei Sect, the Kongtong Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, to you, they are all merely toys. Your Excellency, please allow me, Nangong Hong, to become your most loyal lapdog! Your Excellency plays with the mortal world, perhaps in search of enjoyment? Just say the word, and your servant Nangong Hong is willing to shatter into pieces and aid you in wiping out those great sects!”

The more Nangong Hong spoke, the more excited he became; he deeply understood the kinds of benefits he would receive once he became Huang Xiaolong’s lapdog.

Not to mention anything else, even if Huang Xiaolong merely sketched his name lightly in the Book of Life and Death, he, Nangong Hong, could defy the heavens and change his fate! Not to mention, within the netherworld, there should be countless lost top-tier spells and cultivation techniques. And even divine artifact-level treasures!

The Shushan Sect? Fuck off!

If Nangong Hong had a tail at this moment, he would surely be wagging it frantically at Huang Xiaolong.

He had already cast aside all dignity, considering himself a mere servant. What dignity does a mortal need in front of a divine being?

Huang Xiaolong flicked a fingernail, a thought suddenly striking him, “Hmm, Nangong Hong, your status within the Shushan Sword Sect was not too shabby, was it?”

“Yes, yes, Your Excellency! The servant was vigorously nurtured within the Shushan Sect, regarded as the sole candidate for the next Sect Master. Now, many elders act according to the servant’s mood. Of course, in front of Your Excellency, the servant is no more than a dog,” Nangong Hong knocked his head on the ground as he spoke.

“Then, you should know the secret of those black daggers, right?” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes flickered. “There are a total of nine black daggers in the world, and the Shushan Sect has one of them, don’t they?”

“Yes! Yes!” Nangong Hong hastened to nod his head.

Even with Huang Xiaolong’s identity and state of mind, he was slightly tense at this moment.

Because from the beginning, Huang Xiaolong was clearly aware that after gathering all nine black daggers, he could unveil a shocking secret!

This secret deeply fascinated Huang Xiaolong!

Although Huang Xiaolong had not yet gathered all nine black daggers, the last time he was at Dragon Tiger Mountain, he heard that the higher-ups of the Shushan Sword Sect were privy to this secret!

Huang Xiaolong had long wanted to capture a high-level member of the Shushan Sword Sect to interrogate thoroughly. It so happened that today, like a sleepy person who finds a pillow, he had captured Nangong Hong, who could reveal everything like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube!

“Now that you know my identity, your previous actions defiling my majesty were crimes worthy of a thousand deaths; even your soul should be thrown into the River of Oblivion to suffer eternal torment or cast into the eighteen levels of hell to endure cruel torture. However…you’re right, to me, you are but an ant. If I am in a good mood, sparing your dog’s life is not impossible,” Huang Xiaolong said with a faint smile. “Speak, then. Tell me everything you know, without any omissions.”

“Yes, yes, the servant will speak! The servant will not dare to omit even the slightest detail!” Nangong Hong kept knocking his head on the ground.

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Meanwhile, outside.

All the spectators, all the leaders, stared at the terrifying vortex on the arena.

“Has Nangong Hong, using the power of disaster, slaughtered that little bastard?” The voice of the Sect Master of the Shushan Sword Sect came from within the bronze hall of the Shushan Sword Sect, filled with doubtful speculation and extreme tension. His divine sense could not penetrate the vortex to see the situation inside.

“Who is dead and who is alive?” The venerated one also showed rare nervousness.

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