Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor

Shi Feng watched Leng Xi fleeing, curling his lips in disdain with a cold smile. He, Shi Feng, had not agreed to let him go; could he truly escape?

As Leng Xi's figure rapidly flashed backward, just as he was about to leap off the martial arts arena, "boom!" an explosive sound echoed loudly.

An invisible force had appeared behind Leng Xi at some unknown point, and that explosive sound was generated by his body colliding with that invisible force.

"Uh!" Leng Xi's body violently shook, followed by a painful groan he emitted.

At that moment, a white figure flashed before him; the white-clad youth who was earlier wandering leisurely on the arena unknowingly appeared in front of Leng Xi.

"You!" Just as Leng Xi uttered the word "you," the Nine Nether Demon Lord stretched out his right hand and, before Leng Xi could react, discovered that right hand was already grasping his neck.

Leng Xi hurriedly spoke, "Nine... Nine Nether Demon Lord... My Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land has always stayed out of your business, why are you... doing this?"

Shi Feng replied to this remark, "It has nothing to do with your Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land; right now, I'm targeting you, the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son."

"Targeting me?" Leng Xi's expression changed again, "And it shouldn't be targeting me! Nine Nether Demon Lord, we're meeting each other for the first time today! We have no enmity or conflict between us!"

"I, the Demon Lord, simply can't stand you, this beast." Shi Feng had no more words to spare; he felt it unnecessary to explain further. With a movement of his right hand pinching Leng Xi's face, a vivid crimson Blood-colored Blaze immediately ignited from his right hand.

"Ah! Ah ah! Ah!" Leng Xi's handsome face was instantly swallowed by the Blood-colored Blaze, and piercingly painful screams echoed aloud.

"This!" In the sky above, Zhuge Qingfeng stared at the two figures below; for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Although he didn't like Leng Xi, as the Eighth Elder of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, now witnessing the Sacred Son, the future inheritor of the land, being tortured by others, he had the duty to protect him.

However, protecting the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son meant going against the Nine Nether Demon Lord, which might very well jeopardize himself.

"Just now he said he was targeting not the Sacred Land, but just the Sacred Son... so..."

"Ah! Ah ah! Ah ah ah!" The piercing screams, seemingly suffering extreme pain, continued to echo in Zhuge Qingfeng's ears, yet he started pretending not to hear them.

He thought it better not to meddle in this affair; losing face was minor, losing one's life was major.

Everyone knows this Nine Nether Demon Lord kills without regard to who you are or your origin.

"The Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son! Today is truly unlucky for him!" Someone from the crowd below the arena uttered a deep sigh.

"Indeed, he probably thought he could flaunt his unmatched identity and supreme talent in Misha City today, but didn't think he'd end up confronting the Nine Nether Demon Lord!

Who would expect that this Nine Nether Demon Lord's old servant would also participate in this martial contest and claim to be eighteen years old?"

People finally realized why the old servant dared to challenge the Sacred Son, knowing someone of his backing wouldn't care about the Sacred Son at all!

In the Void, the elderly Luan Wu, sitting cross-legged in suspension, slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

After this period of recovery, the injuries, though not fully healed, had been stabilized.

At this point, his gaze turned towards the far end of the arena, where the new master was tormenting the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son with the demonic Blood Flame, which pleased the old man greatly.

"Ha, let you be arrogant in front of this old man before! What nonsense Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son," the old man secretly cursed, along with standing upright from his cross-legged position.

Yet the old man didn't enter the arena but instead slightly bowed towards the distant white figure, his old face full of reverence, as if awaiting orders.

"Ah! Spare... spare me... Nine Nether Demon Lord!" The Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son, amidst the brutal torment, started pleading.

For such a beast, Shi Feng typically would directly eliminate him.

However, considering the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, he still had matters to learn from these people, so keeping the Sacred Son alive for now might be useful.

Then, Shi Feng's right hand moved again, causing the Blood-colored Flame burning Leng Xi's face to instantly vanish.

Though Leng Xi wasn't disfigured by the Flaming Blaze, he now appeared exceptionally wretched, lacking the majestic presence he held when he descended earlier.

Following, Shi Feng tossed his right hand pinching Leng Xi's neck, directly flinging this Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son onto the arena, where a "bang" echoed once more.

Leng Xi wasn't dead, but lay motionless on the ground like a mass of mud.

But next, Shi Feng ignored the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son and instead raised his head towards the sky, looking at another man clad in white robes, Zhuge Qingfeng.

Shi Feng spoke, saying: "You, come down here."

"Ah?" Zhuge Qingfeng was startled to hear this fierce demon's words.

This fierce demon had previously stated he wasn't targeting the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, leading Zhuge Qingfeng to believe Leng Xi had unknowingly provoked the demon.

Yet this moment, the fierce demon also summoned him; was he... was he going to deal with him as well?

In Zhuge Qingfeng's mind, images of Leng Xi being tortured emerged instantly, along with the repeated piercing screams.

Despite Zhuge Qingfeng being a Nine-star Demigod Realm peerless powerhouse, he was worthless in front of that one.

Shi Feng seemed to have seen through Zhuge Qingfeng's thoughts at the moment and followed with:

"I, the Demon Lord, find you tolerable; as long as you tell me what I want to know, if I'm satisfied, I won't touch you."

"Uh!" Zhuge Qingfeng lightly uttered an "uh," at this moment he began descending, gently floating towards the martial arts arena below.

Yet meanwhile, his mind was racing, secretly speculating what could interest this renowned figure.

What message might he possess that interests this one?

What exactly did the demon seek to know?

Perhaps... it's about there!

Promptly, Zhuge Qingfeng seemed to have thought of something.

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