Chapter 227
A colossal golden dragon phantom burst forth in the heavens, sweeping away all traces of the Underworld’s yin energy in an instant.
Above, countless immortals materialized—each clad in shining battle armor, immortal aura thick and oppressive. In the blink of an eye, they filled the entire sky, their number rivaling the disciples of the Heavenly Master Hall below.
At their center stood a man in a golden robe.
He looked young, yet the divine energy coiling around him was almost solid, like molten gold burning in the air. His presence exuded such crushing authority and dragon might that it made everyone’s hearts pound with dread.
Even the Daoist immortals—Yuanjiang and his peers—frowned under the suffocating pressure.
Below, the disciples of the Xuanmen could barely stand; if not for the protection of the mountain-guarding formation, they would already have collapsed to their knees.
The dragon soul, Feng Xiaohuang, who had only just been floating proudly moments ago, took one glance upward and immediately froze.
With a terrified shiver, he yelped and bolted back into the soul-sealing talisman with a whoosh.
“Emperor!”
Zhu Yan, who had been on the verge of being captured, suddenly lit up with wild joy. He scrambled forward and dropped to his knees before the man in gold, pointing frantically toward the Yama Kings.
“Emperor, save me! These vile Yama of the Underworld dared to strike down a Celestial—they tried to kill me!”
“Hmph!”
The man’s cold snort cracked through the air like thunder.
“Mere wraiths from the Netherworld dare raise their hands against my Southern Court?”
His gaze shifted to the Seven Yama Kings, sharp and deadly. The weight of his divine aura intensified until even their immense dharma bodies trembled under the strain.
Yuanjiang’s brows furrowed deeply. His heart tightened.
He stepped forward quickly. “Southern Celestial Emperor, this matter is not the fault of the Yama Kings!”
The Emperor paused, finally glancing toward the Daoist immortals.
“So, you are the few mortals who ascended from the Eastern Court,” he said, his tone dripping disdain. “Only that useless Xíng Xī would recruit filthy mortals like you as ‘Heavenly Lords.’”
“What did you say?!”
Wenqing’s temper ignited. He took a step forward, face dark with fury.