Chapter 873 - 871: A Lone Silhouette
The dust swirled, still hazy.
Yet at this moment, everyone could see clearly that the illustrious King Luo, the youngest king of the True Martial Dynasty, was now... forcefully suppressed by the Nether Emperor.
In the hands of the Nether Emperor, he was like a mere ant, or like a salted fish incapable of stirring waves.
Terror consumed him, and he could distinctly scent the approach of death.
He tried to use the True Martial Emperor to intimidate the Nether Emperor.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Behind that ordinary face lay countless years of fury against the Divine Clan, all blazing fiercely at this moment; if not for his weakened state, he feared he would have already stormed the Heavens and unleashed a slaughter within the True Martial Dynasty.
But now, he could only kill a small ant.
He augmented his power.
King Luo quivered: "You..." Suddenly he realized something.
The Nether Emperor, as an immortal and the most powerful being in the Netherworld, possessed towering strength. To kill him... was as easy as turning a hand, yet the Nether Emperor didn't strike directly, instead, he delivered repeated severe blows.
King Luo understood.
The Nether Emperor was humiliating him.
Bang!
Those massive hands suddenly yanked, hurling King Luo's body brutally to the ground.
Then, the Nether Emperor strode over, placing a foot upon him, his expression indifferent.
King Luo felt humiliated, his face pale, his entire body trembling.
Faced with such humiliation, he preferred death...
The next moment, King Luo tried to self-detonate, burning intensely, yet it was all crushed by the Nether Emperor; he was immobilized, could only watch as the Nether Emperor struck.
Blow after blow.
Punch after punch.
Blood pooling, red light blazing, enveloping divinity and decay.
Who knows how long passed, but under the fists of the Nether Emperor, King Luo finally exhausted all life, his Divine Soul dimming at this moment, completely losing its luster.
He, fell.
Heaven and earth were solemnly silent.
Everyone witnessed this shocking scene; countless Ming Tribe people were moved, tears streaming from old eyes.
Zi Ji, emerging from the ruins, stood stunned, helpless... only feeling that the person before her differed completely from the one she'd seen moments ago.
Had he changed?
No! From start to finish, he hadn't changed.
His fury against the Divine Clan was unparalleled, silent, with no one to confide in, only able to bury his rage deep within.
Even though she misunderstood earlier, questioned, even struck out, shouted, the Nether Emperor still didn't explain.
Thinking of this, Zi Ji felt her nose prick, her body shook, she couldn't help but retreat a few steps...
Father!
She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to call out these two words, but her throat felt hollow, and she couldn't shout.
Only staring blankly at him.
Perhaps, now after being suppressed for countless years, after slaying King Luo, the Nether Emperor no longer needed comfort, nor even understanding.
He was very tired.
He needed peace, like a wounded beast seeking a lonely corner to quietly lick his wounds.
When the next day arrived, as the sun rose, this beast again appeared vigorous in everyone's sight.
The Nether Emperor was such a person.
So when he slew King Luo, he said nothing, for he was the Nether Emperor.
The ruler of the Netherworld.
As the breeze blew, the dust finally settled, the war-torn battlefield clearly emerged, King Luo's body pitifully dead here, blood still flowing.
For a long time...
The Nether Emperor slowly turned his body, coming before Qinglan, simply watching him quietly.
On another side.
Chen Pingping strode forward: "King Luo was cruel, he devoured his essence..."
It was not the Divine Soul, but the essence, similar to the "god" in his Sea of Consciousness.
The extinction of the Divine Soul meant death, but without the essence, there was no qualification even for reincarnation.
The Nether Emperor lifted his head: "What is it?"
Chen Pingping spoke: "I can briefly bring him back to life; maybe... it doesn't mean much, but at least it can allow you to say farewell."
With these words, everyone was shocked, such ability exists?
But to the Nether Emperor, it stirred not a ripple; he was very calm: "He and I have already said goodbye long ago, and ultimately, we shall meet again."
Chen Pingping: "???"
Refusal.
The Nether Emperor didn't want another farewell; it would only bring more sorrow.
As for the latter words, no one could understand them.
Chen Pingping seemed to realize something, his pupils suddenly contracted, staring intently at him: "Senior, the Netherworld still needs you."
"You thought I would foolishly storm the Heavens?" The Nether Emperor glanced at him.
"Isn't it true?"
"Of course not!" The Nether Emperor replied, shaking his head without additional explanation, his gaze returning to Qinglan.
Looking at this fallen old friend, he seemed to recall something.
Years ago, a group of people paid a tragic price to resist the invasion of the Divine Clan.
He witnessed that process firsthand, friends leaving one after another.
It was tragic.
Chen Pingping felt a bit awkward, came with good intentions to help, yet the Nether Emperor didn't need it at all.
Just worried the Nether Emperor might act rashly, but he had no such intention, yet... why mention the meeting again?
"Ping..." The Moon God behind him, called out once.
Hmm?
Chen Pingping subconsciously turned his head, glanced at the Moon God, suddenly remembering something, his pupils contracted once more, honing in on the Nether Emperor.
Indeed!
If the God had oppressed the Netherworld, suppressed the Nether Emperor, it would surely not stop at one Array; there might still be something within him, similar to the Moon God.
At this moment, his expression was solemn, yet he didn't speak anymore.
Then he glanced at Zi Ji not far away, for a moment, he didn't know what to say...
"You should go." The Nether Emperor calmly.
"You promised me something but haven't given it yet." Chen Pingping pursed his lips.
"Already given."
"No!"
"Will you leave or not?"
"I won't leave, for now!" Chen Pingping began to argue, of course, the Nether Emperor truly hadn't given what he promised.
Saying it was given was absolutely trying to deceive him.
As for why he didn't want to leave, other than this point, there was another reason; he didn't wish the Nether Emperor to fall...
The Nether Emperor was an immortal, an ultimate sovereign, possessing powerful strength, had once slain gods; if he could live on, he could assist if ever he stormed the Heavens in the future.
Not far away!
Zi Ji's eyes were red.
"Gui Hua pays respects to Lord Nether Emperor; if the Lord wants to storm the Heavens, just say so... Gui Hua will lead the charge." Gui Hua knelt on one knee.
"Liu Yong, pays respects to Lord Nether Emperor."
"Bai Xue meets the Nether Emperor."
"Greetings, Lord Nether Emperor…" Voices echoed from all directions, vast and mighty, resounding through the sky and earth.
At this moment, they were extremely devout, laying down their prejudices and misunderstandings about the Nether Emperor.
The Nether Emperor remained silent.
But more Ming Tribe members began to kneel, chanting slogans for Lord Nether Emperor, sincerely devout from the heart.
Perhaps in their eyes, this chaos had been quelled.
But Zi Ji knew it hadn't...
Because when the abyss remained, the Nether Emperor had told her to take over the Netherworld, meaning he still had wars to fight, and the enemies he would face were even mightier.
"Senior Brother!" She looked to Chen Pingping for help.