Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 1858: Chapter 1900: Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place

He raised his hand and grabbed, and a black and a white Spirit Grass appeared in his palm.

The black one was the same as the one the Heavenly Patrol Sage had previously given to Jiang Fan.

The white one contained incredibly strong life force, clearly for healing.

He managed to survive this time all thanks to the white Spirit Grass brought back by the Heavenly Patrol Sage that healed his injuries.

With a flick of his fingers, the two Spirit Grasses instantly moved in front of the Lianjing Venerable.

"If Jiang Fan is alive, heal him, and then make him increase his cultivation a bit."

"I, the Young Emperor, do not kill the incompetent!"

Blood stained the chest of Lianjing Venerable, who looked at the word "kill" in front of him and the black and white Spirit Grass, showing a look of pain.

Hesitant, she grasped the items and turned away.

Hell Realm.

The border between the root of Hell and the Blood Lake.

A vast canyon.

This place is a barren land, with almost no Yin Qi of heaven and earth, once a no man’s land.

Now, it is filled with clansmen from the Asura Nine Divisions of the Heavenly Realm.

After enduring the betrayal of the Ten Sins of Central Earth.

The Asura Emperor of the Nine Divisions had five dead and one seriously injured.

At this moment, the three Asura Emperors and the seriously injured Asura Emperor of the Forgotten God Tribe were leading all the clan members to discuss a major matter.

Tens of thousands of strong and ordinary clan members gathered on the outside.

Red Sleeves stood alone in the center, bearing countless flames of anger.

"Red Sleeves! You colluded with Jiang Fan of Central Earth, disregarding the dignity and interests of the Hell Realm, signing a humiliating treaty."

"This Emperor hereby declares, expel you from the Asura Nine Divisions!"

The severely injured Asura Emperor of the Forgotten God Tribe mercilessly announced.

The clansmen of the Asura Nine Divisions roared with anger.

"Get out! Get out of our Asura Nine Divisions!"

"You made our Asura Nine Divisions become the rats everyone in the Hell Realm shouts to beat! You sinner of the Asura Clan!"

"You and your sister are both shameless, for mingling with a Human Clan you betrayed our Asura Clan!"

...

Red Sleeves silently listened.

The Asura Nine Divisions, could not possibly be accommodated by the Hell Realm, even without the treaty issue, they would be criticized everywhere, with no place to settle down.

As for her mingling with Jiang Fan, if she truly was, she wouldn’t have taken the Yin Marrow Talisman from Green Pearl, much less have exerted all efforts to prevent Jiang Fan from activating the Undying Divine Tree.

But she didn’t explain.

Because, what the Asura Nine Divisions needed was not an explanation.

It was an account to the Hell Realm.

They naively thought that by driving away Red Sleeves, the Asura clans in hell could accommodate them, this group of fellow tribesmen from ten thousand years ago.

They naively thought that after severing ties with Red Sleeves, they would no longer be targeted everywhere and suppressed.

Therefore, she said no more.

She took out the Token at her waist, engraved with the four words "Forgotten God Red Sleeves."

This is the Identity Token of the Forgotten God Asura Clan.

She put the Token down, silently turned around, and walked toward the outside of the canyon.

And outside the canyon, there were still scattered Asura clans from the Hell Realm surrounding.

They all came to crusade against Red Sleeves.

Red Sleeves, expressionless, arrived outside the canyon, looked at the groups of Asura clans filled with anger and murderous intent, and softly murmured:

"Jiang Fan, everything is as you calculated."

"I am no longer tolerated by the Asura Nine Divisions, nor by the Hell Realm."

"You... truly ruthless."

The surrounding Asura clans could not wait to kill Red Sleeves.

They couldn’t kill Jiang Fan.

Couldn’t they kill this bitch Red Sleeves?

"Kill this sinner of the Hell Realm!"

"Traitor! Surrender now!"

"Die, you beast!"

...

Amid the curses, the Asura clans of the Hell Realm attacked in anger with killing moves.

Various bloodline talents, the power of numerous Magic Artifacts, all bombarded her frail body.

Red Sleeves pushed her glasses, a strong mass of Yin Qi gathered in her palm, and she killed forward.

She was never one to easily give up.

Even if she was not tolerated by the entire Hell Realm, this was still the case.

An hour later.

Red Sleeves, covered in blood, several hideous wounds on her body, her breath disordered, the Yin Qi on her body thin.

She successfully fought her way out with a bloody path.

But, where should she go?

Ahead, further ahead, everywhere ahead, waiting for her were all pursuers.

"Red Sleeves!"

Young Master Xue Cheng chased after her, holding a bag in his hand.

Red Sleeves looked at him warily: "Don’t come over!"

Young Master Xue Cheng sighed: "If I wanted to kill you, wouldn’t it be easy?"

He threw the bag on the ground, filled with various precious Yin Qi inscriptions.

Young Master Xue Cheng said: "Driving you away is something the Asura Nine Divisions had no choice in; I hope you don’t hate us."

"Take these resources, find a place to hide and slowly absorb them."

Red Sleeves expressionless: "I don’t need them, take them back."

What’s the use of resources?

She is surrounded on all sides, with all being enemies, no amount of resources would help.

The only way to break through the stalemate was for her to break through to become an Asura Emperor!

Those pursuing her, shouting to kill, did so only because they thought they could kill her.

But once she becomes an Asura Emperor, a giant in the Hell Realm, who would dare easily pursue her then?

In fact, they wouldn’t even dare to insult her.

In the Hell Realm, strength can solve all problems.

All of them!

But how precious are the opportunities to become an Asura Emperor?

The Lords of the Nine Domains, for a chance to become an Asura Emperor, revealed themselves to hunt down Jiang Fan.

But she, a sinner of the Hell Realm, could never obtain it.

Young Master Xue Cheng sighed, took out a precious box containing a drop of ancient Asura Holy Blood.

"It’s for you, originally father quietly saved it for me to break through to Asura Emperor."

"Now, I’m giving it to you, hoping you get lucky and break through to return as an Asura Emperor."

What?

Red Sleeves was incredulous. She had guessed the Asura Nine Divisions had very few remaining Asura Holy Blood from a thousand years ago.

She also speculated the Asura Nine Divisions would leave some for Young Master Xue Cheng.

But she never thought Young Master Xue Cheng would give it to her.

Young Master Xue Cheng said: "Our Asura Nine Divisions have wronged you, consider this my personal little compensation."

"Take care."

He put down the drop of Asura Blood and instantly moved away.

Red Sleeves was silent for a while, grabbed the Jade Box from a distance, but did not accept it.

Instead, she continuously cast several strands of Yin Qi onto the Jade Box.

As the Yin Qi touched the Jade Box, hidden tendrils extended out, wrapping toward the surroundings.

Red Sleeves’ gaze tightened, and she decisively threw it aside.

"I knew you had a problem!" Red Sleeves lightly shouted and instantly moved back.

But as she retreated halfway, a black long spear cut through the air and knocked her out of the void, slamming her harshly into the magma.

Splat!

Red Sleeves spat blood wildly, her already severely injured body almost splitting apart.

Her life force rapidly weakened.

This blow took away most of her life.

Young Master Xue Cheng appeared, holding the long spear, with Asura Holy Blood in hand, his expression cold:

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

"I intended to imprison you as my captive, to enjoy your body and beauty from now on, and borrow your wisdom."

"This would have been your best fate!"

"But unfortunately, you forced me to kill you."