Chapter 3830
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Ming Di actually spoke!
Although he stuttered a little and his voice was low and sinister, he actually spoke!
Puppets could not have their own consciousness, much less speak!
Now that he had spoken, the fighting around the Heavenly Law Martial Field stopped. Everyone stared at the tall and sturdy Ming Di with their mouths agape.
Xuan Ming Yuan also began to tremble.
His sword was unable to slash down as it was blocked by a force. Now that he saw Ming Di speak, his heart trembled.
A chill instantly enveloped his entire body.
Xuan Ming Yuan said in fear, "You … you, how can you speak? Weren't you killed by the ancestor? You are just a puppet. You will do whatever the Xuan family tells you to do. You cannot speak … "
Extreme fear.
Because he knew what Ming Di's words meant.
He wanted to pull out his sword and fly out.
However …
His sword could not slash down, nor could he pull it out.
What was worse was!
He could not even move his body.
Unknowingly, his body was surrounded by black flames. It was not the aura of death but the unique aura of the Netherworld Race.
Netherworld Power!
He was bound by the power of the Netherworld.
Ming Di looked coldly at Xuan Ming Yuan and said in a low voice, "I have been enslaved by your Xuan family for so many years. I will never forget it."
"I was defeated by the Mystic Thearch and became a puppet."
"Now …"
"I am back!"
As soon as he finished.
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
…
Tens of thousands of lightning bolts exploded. Accompanying the thunder was the aura of the Netherworld Power, which rose tens of thousands of feet and covered the entire sky in an instant.
It was completely black.
It was like a pitch-black night sky.
The entire land, which spanned tens of millions of kilometers, was shrouded in darkness.
On the ground.
The souls of those who had died floated up at a visible rate. In an instant, ghostly wails reverberated in the air.
Hell had appeared.
It was just like hell.
The aura emitted by Ming Di was too strong.
The second overlord of the Ancient World.
The king of the Ancient World after Long Batian.
The second strongest ancient inheritance. How strong was he?
It was unimaginable.
Moreover …
This was under the condition that he had yet to completely accept Long Fei's nether inheritance, and under the condition that he had been dormant for trillions of years.
Xuan Mingyuan was so scared that he wet his pants on the spot.
Xuan Mingyuan no longer dared to meet Ming Di's eyes. His lips trembled as he stammered, "Wh-Wh-What do you want?"
"Emperor Hades, you should know who's in charge of the Ancient World right now."
"It's our Xuan Clan."
"You've been dead for trillions of years. Back then, you weren't a match for my Xuan Family's ancestor. After so much time has passed, you're even less of a match for my ancestor."
"I advise you to be more realistic!"
"If you kill this brat now, I can guarantee that my Xuan Family's ancestor will not mistreat you."
Xuan Mingyuan knew he was no match for Emperor Hades.
However …
Jiang Yi also knew that the Netherworld Thearch had perished at the hands of the Mystic Thearch. After so much time had passed and the Netherworld Thearch had been 'dead' for so long, the Mystic Thearch had continued to grow stronger. Jiang Yi's cultivation level had also continued to improve. Now, killing the Netherworld Thearch was as easy as flipping his hand.
In addition, the Xuan family was the king of the Ancient World.
Who would dare to provoke the Xuan Clan?
Who would want to be exterminated?
The Xuan Clan's power had surpassed any of the hegemons of the past. They were even stronger than the Dragons of the past. One had to know that the Xuan Clan had the support of formidable martial artists from other regions!
Who could match them?
So what if the Netherworld Thearch had been revived?
So what if he recovered to his peak cultivation level? If he couldn't beat them back then, could he beat them now?
The Xuan Mingyuan became more confident as he spoke.
But the Netherworld Thearch laughed. "Are you threatening me?"
The Netherworld Thearch was slowly recovering and no longer stuttered.
The Xuan Mingyuan said, "I'm not threatening you. I'm talking to you about reality."
"Reality is …"
"You have to die!" The Netherworld Thearch's voice suddenly changed. The Netherworld Power instantly surged and wrapped around the Xuan Mingyuan's throat.
"Boom!"
He was lifted into mid-air.
The Xuan Mingyuan said heavily, "You can't kill me. You can't … the Mystic Thearch's ancestor will not let you off. If you …"
The Netherworld Thearch said impatiently, "You're so long-winded!"
The Netherworld Power's aura was like a ball of rolling smoke as it surged into the Xuan Mingyuan's body.
It suddenly dissipated.
The Xuan Mingyuan disappeared completely. Not even a speck of dust floated down.
It directly turned into air.
Long Fei heaved a sigh of relief.
Long Kuang finished his last move.
Long Fei followed suit.
Following that …
The Netherworld Power inheritance in Long Fei's body was completely released, and the imprint on his arm disappeared.
At the same time.
Long Fei let out a deep breath, "It's finally over."
His body went limp.
He also fell from the sky.
The power of the Level 12 Ancient Dragon Body disappeared. Long Fei's body could no longer hold on. He was currently enduring the backlash of the Level 12 Ancient Dragon Body.
His body felt as if it was splitting apart.
The pain was indescribable.
The Netherworld Thearch looked at the sky and took a deep breath. "Huff …"
"I'm back!"
His voice was filled with malevolence and a thick sense of hostility.
The Netherworld Power inheritance had completely returned to his body.
Just as Long Fei was about to land on the ground, a black mist directly supported Long Fei.
"Boom!"
It directly lifted Long Fei up.
It was as if he was lying on soft cotton.
This ball of energy dragged him in front of the Netherworld Emperor.
With the recovery of the Netherworld Power, the Netherworld Emperor's body became even larger. In front of him, Long Fei was like a three year old child.
Long Fei's heart trembled, "This guy won't turn around and deal with me, right?"
Long Kuang did not dare guarantee it, and said: "I don't think so!"
The Netherworld Emperor looked coldly at Long Fei and said: "The Netherworld Power was released from your body?"
At this moment.
Long Fei was still enduring the backlash of the Ancient Dragon Body. It was extremely painful, and it was difficult for him to speak. He nodded and said weakly: "It's me."
"You?"
Ming Di's eyes narrowed as he stared at Longfei. He recalled what Long Batian had told him all those years ago. "Do I really have to listen to this brat?"
"This brat is so weak, could Grandpa Tian have made a mistake?"
"What can a brat like this do?"
"Protect him?"
The Netherworld Emperor was filled with doubts.
Although Long Fei had saved him and brought him back to life … he was very disappointed in Long Fei. He had thought that an extremely powerful person would save him.
But it was Long Fei …
Too weak.
What could he do by protecting such a person?
Could he topple the Xuan family?
Absolutely impossible!
"You saved me, so I advise you to owe me a favor. Tell me, what do you want?"
"I can agree to any condition."
Long Fei said: "You are the Netherworld Emperor, and you control darkness. Can you bring the dead back to life?"
"Huh?"
The Netherworld Emperor was slightly taken aback. "I can bring back the souls of those who have died within three days."
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