Chapter 868 - 866: There Is Still Hope for the Netherworld
The crowd was shocked.
Hearing the king's words, their anger soared to the heavens. They had a premonition about the king's next move; he was going to resist the Divine Clan, no... he was going to slaughter the Divine Clan.
Since the emperor and empress were suppressed, Sky City fell, turning into the Land of Bitter Cold, the Netherworld had silently changed.
Compromise, silence, acceptance, endurance...
For a long time, many newly born members of the Ming Tribe believed that the Netherworld belonged to the Divine Clan, and they started to form that deeply ingrained mindset.
Invisibly, they developed a certain servile nature and dared not resist when seeing the Divine Clan.
Many elderly members of the Ming Tribe saw this, filled with sorrow and helplessness, for even the Nether Emperor had chosen to compromise, what could they do?
Moreover, the Divine Clan was so powerful.
Even if the entire Netherworld joined together, they couldn't necessarily do anything.
But now...
A king was going to take action.
Qinglan.
He was born in the oldest era of the Netherworld, reportedly with some connection to the Nether Emperor.
In the most difficult era of the Netherworld, Qinglan repeatedly took action to quell numerous disturbances, and even when someone tried to challenge the Nether Emperor's prestige and rule, Qinglan was the one who secretly pacified them.
He was like the left and right arms of the Nether Emperor.
"Is it the intention of the Nether Emperor?"
"Still unknown... but I guess it should be."
"Qinglan wants to intercept King Luo's arrival; he intends to buy time for that Human Clan girl."
"So, have they reached an agreement?"
"But? With King Luo being so powerful, backed by the True Martial Dynasty, what does the Netherworld have to resist?"
"The Nether Emperor is here."
"Him?"
At this mention, the crowd fell silent.
Since the emperor and empress were suppressed, the Nether Emperor had never appeared, hiding deep within Luo Feng Mountain.
There were always rumors in the outside world that the Nether Emperor might have already perished, or... he might have been completely controlled by the Divine Clan.
Clang!
More and more figures rushed from all directions, all belonging to Luo Feng Mountain, carrying out its mandates, going to various areas to garrison.
Upon hearing the king's summons, they immediately returned.
Bam!
Before the passage bridge was fully formed, a scarlet light suddenly descended.
King Luo was taking action.
Separated by a world, he launched an attack from the Heavens, intending to slay Qinglan through the yet-to-solidify passage.
But Qinglan, after all, was a king with considerable strength.
As King Luo's attack fell, he also launched a counterattack, using absolutely powerful strength to forcibly block this strike.
Qinglan, indifferent, moved to a higher plane: "Divine Clan!"
"You wage war against the Netherworld for a mark, massacring the Ming Tribe people..."
"You plot to control the Netherworld, setting up a grand scheme, wantonly slaughtering the Netherworld."
"You regard the Netherworld as ants."
"You trample on the fate and dignity of the Ming Tribe people at will."
"Today... I, Qinglan, will represent the Netherworld, driving you all out." Qinglan's voice rose higher each time, the final sentence almost shouted.
As if to return all the accumulated humiliation of so many years to the Divine Clan.
The crowd was deeply moved, fixing their eyes on that lone figure.
Above the Heavens.
King Luo watched it all, for Qinglan's fury and roars, he had but one sentence: "Ants, are ultimately just ants."
The Divine Clan, high above, established order, setting rules for all living beings.
In the eyes of all the Divine Clan, the existence of all beings was a grace granted by them.
They should be grateful to the Divine Clan, not betray them.
"Master, the passage is almost ready," a man beside whispered.
King Luo remained expressionless, calm, never worried about anything.
As the youngest king in the history of the True Martial Dynasty, he possessed great power. Once he descended into the Netherworld, all chaos would be quelled one by one.
Even if the Nether Emperor wanted to struggle and suppress, it would be futile.
Boom!
At the Netherworld's side, Qinglan began to act, launching powerful attacks to destroy the creation of the passage.
At this moment!
The Ancient Phoenix also began to suppress the Gods within the God Trapping Array, but alas, the Gods were too powerful and had developed a certain level of Spiritual Intelligence. Both sides engaged in dozens of rounds, yet remained balanced.
She was exhausted, her heart suffocated.
Within the God Trapping Array, there were seven Gods, only one had awakened now, yet it was this powerful and difficult to suppress.
She couldn't imagine, if they stepped further forward, what the situation would be when the remaining Gods woke.
Time passed...
Finally, Chen Pingping and the Moon God arrived at the battlefield of Luo Feng Mountain, seeing An safe and sound, both breathed a sigh of relief.
But upon seeing the passage, they exchanged a glance, their expressions suddenly serious.
The Moon God spoke: "King Luo!"
The youngest monarch of the True Martial Dynasty, who had suppressed the Netherworld multiple times, instigating dark unrest.
Though Chen Pingping had never seen him, during the battle in the Land of Bitter Cold, she had heard "Qi" mention this person was very powerful.
"We can't let him descend into the Netherworld, otherwise... An will be in danger." The Moon God took a deep breath, about to step forward, but was stopped by Chen Pingping.
He shook his head: "You still have hidden injuries within, don't act."
The Moon God countered: "King Luo is too powerful, a mere Qinglan can't stop him." She looked at Chen Pingping, her gaze somewhat cloudy, and resigned.
Moo!
The old yellow bull guarding An sensed Chen Pingping's arrival and let out a long bellow.
The Mao Qiu resting on An's shoulder slowly opened its eyes, uttering a small cry, its bean-sized eyes rotating, gazing in a certain direction.
The Ancient Phoenix: "That kid has arrived."
Blackhead Duck: "Where, where?"
The two stepped out from the shadows, immediately attracting everyone's attention: "It's the Moon God, she's come out from the Valley of Death."
"She really has..."
"Damn..."
"What's she going to do?"
"The Human Clan's Chen Pingping is here too."
"Are they going to intervene?"
"Alas... King Luo is about to descend, the bridge of the passage has been built, Lord Qinglan may not be able to stop it! Even if the Moon God appears, what can she change?"
"Indeed! That Human Clan girl can't break the array in a short time."
"Is the Netherworld going to change skies?"
"Not necessarily, there's still hope in the Netherworld..." An elder's eyes shone brightly, constantly watching the battlefield.
Yes!
There is still hope.
The Nether Emperor is still alive.
This being, an immortal, possessing great power, if freed from the shackles, could definitely rival King Luo.
Now, it's just a matter of time.
"Father, Mother..." An exclaimed, revealing joy, running quickly towards them.
"An!" The Moon God also smiled.
"Senior brother!" Guang Xiaoyu turned back, beaming brightly.
High above.
Another attack descended, stronger than the previous one.
King Luo, with a cold expression, launched a powerful strike. The previous calmness gradually dissipating, he began to worry.
The Moon God had actually emerged from the Valley of Death, signifying the failure of those other two guys' blockade.
Fools!
King Luo, his face stern: "Accelerate the breach."
This strike shattered Qinglan's attack, threads of the Power of Order penetrated his body, and he fell from the high sky.
"Ants..." King Luo, separated by a world, uttered two cold words.