The Nether River Patriarch stood above the boundless Blood Sea, his blood robe flapping despite the absence of wind.
He looked down at Jiang He from above as if he was looking at an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
In fact, he thought so too.
Without the protection of the Chan Sect, Jiang He could be killed with a snap of his fingers.
Even so, before he could say more, he saw many figures appearing beside Jiang He … the auras of those figures were nothing to the Nether River Patriarch, who was invincible barring Saints, but most importantly …
There were too many of them!
The Sura outside the Grand Luo's battlefield had only heard the news, but Jiang He and the Jade Emperor's clone had already led the legion into the Grand Luo's battlefield by the time they hurried to the scene, which was why they did not see the hundreds of pseudo-Overdeities.
She did not see it, and naturally would not mention it when she notified the Nether River Patriarch.
The Nether River Patriarch, on the other hand, was brimming with killing intent. By the time he rushed to the entrance of the Grand Luo's battlefield, the elites hiding in the dark had long since been alerted. Who would dare to mention this matter?
The Nether River Patriarch's expression darkened at once.
A hundred Grand Heavenly Realm experts?
It was a little tricky, but for an expert of his level, if the difference in strength was too great, quantitative change would not lead to qualitative change.
However …
In the blink of an eye.
The Nether River Patriarch could hear Jiang He pointing at himself above the Blood Sea and cursing, 'Blow up my mom!'
What does that mean?
Curse?
All of this took a long time to describe, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.
The hundred pseudo-Chief Gods shouted in unison, "Yes, Master!"
In the next moment, he flew toward the surging sea of blood like a moth flying into a flame.
"No …"
The Jade Emperor's clone felt pained at the sight and quickly said, "Don't blow up, Jiang He … I am the Lord of the Three Realms, and the Nether River Patriarch would have to show me some respect if I reveal my identity. If push comes to shove, my true form could descend as well … I could use the power of the Celestial Court here, and I could even fight the Nether River Patriarch!"
Spiritual will transmissions were very fast.
However, those 'Pseudo-Sovereigns' exploded even faster.
They flew toward the boundless Blood Sea. The Nether River Patriarch sneered and raised a hand to suppress them.
As his palm descended, a gigantic blood-colored hand formed in the sea of blood.
Rumble!
A pseudo-Chief God had self-destructed!
The bloody hand was blasted apart.
"What?"
The Nether River Patriarch's face twitched, and he quickly mobilized the power of the Blood Sea to continue suppressing it.
However, a series of explosions rang out, and the entire starry sky was torn apart. Over a dozen 'pseudo-Overgods' self-destructed one after another, and they actually forcefully tore the sea of blood apart.
Then, the remaining seventy or so Grand Luo flew directly towards the Nether River Patriarch.
"What the f * ck …"
The Nether River Patriarch only managed to utter a curse before vanishing into the stars in a streak of crimson light.
The remaining seventy or so Grand Luo gave chase for millions of kilometers, but they could not catch up.
"Come back!"
Jiang He ordered, sighing regretfully, "What a shame … Demi-Saints who are invincible beneath Saints are so good at escaping …"
Having fled millions of kilometers away, the Nether River Patriarch landed on a planet, his aura weakened a little … his blood sea had been blown apart in succession, and he was injured considerably.
His face was filled with disbelief as he muttered, "How could this be … How could this be …"
"These experts self-destruct just like that?"
His back was already drenched in cold sweat.
The Nether River Patriarch wiped his forehead in lingering fear. "These experts' auras do not lose out to Grand Luo and resemble the gods of the west. They are not weak, but why would they listen to Jiang He? Why would they self-destruct without hesitation when he said so? "
The Nether River Patriarch could not understand no matter how hard he thought.
Even so, he knew that it was no longer possible to move Jiang He's heart.
If dozens of Grand Luo self-destructed at once, he would be maimed even if they could not kill him.
The last time he was maimed, he only recovered after slumbering for ten thousand years. If he was maimed again and hurt his essence, he would not recover without dozens of thousands of years.
That was when the Nether River Patriarch heard a burst of laughter —
"Look, Master!"
"I found a little cutie here …"
"Her aura is very similar to that old dog just now!"
Sound could not travel in outer space.
Clearly, an elite had deliberately shaken the Dao to transmit the voice.
"Oh no …"
The Nether River Patriarch's face twitched and he promptly looked up millions of kilometers away, only to find that the Sura Grand Luo was surrounded by a cat, a dog, nine monkeys, and seven children.
…
"What a flirtatious woman!"
Jiang He could not help thinking as he watched the Sura Grand Luo.
The people of the Shura Clan had one thing in common —
Their men were immeasurably ugly, while their women were alluring and beautiful.
Landing in front of the Sura Grand Luo, Jiang He chuckled. "It's a shame that I'm not a lustful person, and I wouldn't hold back against my enemies even if they were devastatingly beautiful, let alone beautiful."
He stared at the Grand Luo Sura who was beaten to the brink of death by Dumbo and the others and flatly said, "All I did was pick up the Yuan Killer Sword in my farm and promised to return it in three to five years. Even so, your patriarch kept threatening to kill me and tried to kill me more than once … what could I do?"
"All I could do was resist …"
With that, he drew his sword.
He would finish off the Grand Luo with a single strike.
That was when a shout could be heard —
"Stop!"
The Nether River Patriarch had returned, his face filled with rage as he growled, "When did you say that you would return the Yuan Killer Sword in three to five years?"
"You dare come back?"
Amused, Jiang He waved his hand and another hundred figures appeared in front of him, smiling. "I was about to visit your lair in Sura to discuss some matters, but there's no need for that since you've come back."
What the hell …
The Nether River Patriarch's brow twitched. This fellow had just self-destructed over a dozen elites, and now there were a hundred of them … how many elites of this level did he actually have?
He said he would go to Sura …
Is he threatening me?
Who else in this world aside from Saints would dare to threaten me?
After glancing at the hundred elites with violent auras who were ready to self-destruct from the corner of his eye, the Nether River Patriarch eventually suppressed his anger and frowned. "When did you say you would return the Yuan Killer Sword in three to five years, Jiang He?"
"Didn't I?" Jiang He replied.
The Nether River Patriarch said, "You said you would return Yuan Tu after you become a Demi-Saint!"
"Isn't that the same thing?"
Jiang He spread his hands, at a loss for words. "Look … the last time we met was a year and a half ago, wasn't it? I would definitely reach Demi-Saint in another year and a half. "
Snikt!
Even as he spoke, he swung his sword.
The Grand Luo Sura was instantly destroyed in both body and psyche.
"Jiang He!"
The Nether River Patriarch roared …
However, when he saw the hundred elites flying towards Jiang He with a wave of his hand, he quickly held back his rage and growled, "Young Jiang He, we are both from the Three Realms … what's wrong with lending you the Yuan Killer Sword for three years?"
"Three years?"
Jiang He chuckled. "You've hunted me down twice, and you still want the Yuan Killer Sword?"
His tone changed then, killing intent overflowing from his body as he laughed fearsomely. "Now, you have two choices … either you die, or I live!"
I die, or you live?
Wasn't this a f * cking path?
Unable to hold back his rage any longer, the Nether River Patriarch turned into a blood light in a flash and charged straight at Jiang He.
Kaboom!
In front of Jiang He, a pseudo-Overdeity promptly self-destructed to stop the blood light.
In the next instant, a blood lotus bloomed in outer space.
The dimensions of outer space froze and the world was sealed.
In fact, even Jiang He felt that his cultivation and martial arts were being suppressed.
"Rank-Twelve Red Lotus of Karma Flame!"
The Jade Emperor's clone growled, and the Golden-Armored Heavenly General changed into a dazzling golden light that spread out with a shake. Then, an imposing voice spoke, "Nether River, Jiang He is a good friend of mine. Please have mercy!"
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