Storms churned above the Three Imperial Cities. Jiuyou had proven his Imperial Dao, and his vast Demonic Might shook the entire Primeval Demonic Realm.
Across the great royal clans, one Emperor after another opened their eyes and looked toward the Three Imperial Cities, their hearts roiling with monstrous waves.
The Nine Nether King—he had finally taken this step.
When a king proved the Dao, heaven and earth trembled. Demonic energy surged ninety thousand miles, while rosy clouds and auspicious radiance rose without end.
Above the Three Emperors Hall, within the Minor World of water and fire, the Plain-clothed Figure descended from the sky, his right arm stained red. Victory and defeat were clear.
Not far away, the Three-legged Golden Crow assumed human form. Within golden flames appeared a young figure clad in crimson embroidered with gold, his kingly pressure unfathomable.
The next moment, before the Three Emperors Hall, Demonic Might swept out. A figure in dark violet stepped forth, looked at the disciple descending from the Minor World, and said, "You should not have lost."
"My skill was inferior. I have disgraced Master."
The Nine Transformations of Xuanjie in Ning Chen's hand dispersed, turning into nine streams of light that entered his body. He spoke softly.
The Nine Nether King looked silently at the former. After a moment, he said calmly, "Go tend to your injuries first."
"Yes!"
Ning Chen gave a respectful bow, then retreated to his place.
In the void, Xuyao, clad in golden divine flames, descended from the heavens. The killing intent in his icy eyes grew ever fiercer, yet before the four Emperors, he forcibly suppressed his impulse and returned to his place.
There had been no meaning at all in winning this battle.
To the west, the setting sun vanished. Ten days had passed, and