Before the Nine Nether King's Palace, the emperor's wrath erupted. A single palm strike delivered punishment, sending blood spraying and staining the earth red.
Ning Chen staggered before steadying himself. He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, remaining silent without uttering another word.
"Why?"
From behind the royal hall, the emperor's voice rang out once more, unable to conceal its fury.
"Demonic Emperor Kunyi's order. This disciple did not dare defy it."
Ning Chen spoke softly.
"Why did you not tell me?" Xuan Jiuyou demanded in a deep voice.
"When Demonic Emperor Kunyi issued the order, he specifically instructed this disciple not to tell Master of this matter."
Ning Chen looked toward the royal hall ahead, his expression calm. "Since Demonic Emperor Kunyi had already decided to move against the Howling Moon Royal Clan, whether this disciple went or not would not have changed the outcome. For this, offending a Demonic Emperor was not worth it."
Behind the royal hall, demonic energy surged like heavenly waves. Within it, the fury on Xuan Jiuyou's face became impossible to suppress. He took one step and instantly arrived within the hall.
Before the throne, Xuan Jiuyou looked at his disciple outside the hall and said solemnly, "Since this matter has become fact, I do not wish to pursue it further. As your master, I ask only this: are there any survivors of the Howling Moon Royal Clan?"
Ning Chen fell silent. After a long while, he said, "Yes. This disciple sent the Howling Moon Young Master into the spatial turbulence. This disciple came here precisely to ask Master to act and save him."
Xuan Jiuyou frowned. "Can you track his whereabouts?"
"Yes."
Ning Chen nodded. "When I fought him, I left a spiritual consciousness mark upon