"Or do you really think you're the strongest person below the Saints?"
Zhang Heng's body shone with a dark light, and his Qi of resentment suddenly erupted. An extremely terrifying murderous intent permeated the air, and the wails of dead souls could be heard in the Void. A wisp of unfathomable murderous intent firmly locked onto Ye Xuan, as if he would attack Ye Xuan in the next moment.
"Do you want to die?"
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although Zhang Heng was a Sage-to-be, he was no different from an ant in Ye Xuan's eyes. This was because he was an existence that surpassed the Sage-to-be, and he could kill Zhang Heng with a snap of his fingers.
"Haha!"
Zhang Heng laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He looked at Ye Xuan as if he was looking at a dead man, and his eyes were full of disdain.
"Boy, I don't care if you're the Buddha of Mount Numinous, or some demon or ghost. In the Underworld, no one dares to be presumptuous to me. I can give you a chance. As long as you submit to me now, I'll let you live," Zhang Heng said coldly.
"Hmm?"
Looking at Zhang Heng's fearless appearance, Ye Xuan frowned slightly, and a touch of surprise flashed across his eyes. This was because Zhang Heng was too confident at the moment, so confident that he was basically blindly arrogant.
Moreover, what interested Ye Xuan the most was that the three Ghost Emperors behind Zhang Heng were looking at Zhang Heng with fear in their eyes. Obviously, Zhang Heng must have some terrifying means.
Ye Xuan's eyes were very sharp. Zhang Heng was definitely not a reckless person, let alone an arrogant one. When he had just entered the Underworld, he had injured Netherworld Grandmother with one blow, and even caused Meng Po to plead for him. At this moment, he was sitting together with the Nether River Ancestor. All these proved that he was an extremely terrifying existence among the Sage-to-be.
Zhang Heng was not stupid. He must have sensed that Ye Xuan's cultivation surpassed his, but he was not afraid, as if he was sure that he could defeat Ye Xuan.
This Zhang Heng was strange!
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes and came to a conclusion in an instant. However, he did not pay any attention to it because no matter what Zhang Heng did, it was not worth mentioning to him. Unless Zhang Heng could invite a Saint, Ye Xuan could kill him with a snap of his fingers.
"Zhang Heng, do you have a death wish?"
Before Ye Xuan could say anything, the Nether River Patriarch had already stood up. He had some understanding of Zhang Heng. Although he was a Demi-Saint, there was still a huge gap between them.
"Minghe, I call you Patriarch. Don't make a mistake." Zhang Heng scolded coldly.
"How dare you!"
Zhang Heng was merely the Ghost Emperor of the North, a nobody in the Nether River Patriarch's eyes. If he hadn't had the opportunity to cultivate to the Demi-Saint realm, how could he have the right to speak to him today?
But today, Zhang Heng dared to talk nonsense to him. If the Nether River Patriarch didn't teach him a lesson, wouldn't everyone in the Underworld see him as a joke?
Rumble!
The sea of blood filled the sky and the murderous aura was boundless. The Nether River Patriarch was definitely one of the top figures in the Underworld. He founded the Asura Clan and was known as the Nether River Patriarch as long as the sea of blood didn't dry up. When he displayed his terrifying power, it directly caused the world to tremble. An extremely terrifying murderous intent locked onto Zhang Heng.
"Die!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Nether River Patriarch did not waste any time. He flipped his palm and a sea of blood that spanned a million miles was born in the void. The world and the void were collapsing inch by inch, and it came at Zhang Heng with an aura that could suppress all things.
"Haha."
In the face of the Nether River Patriarch's terrifying attack, Zhang Heng was not afraid at all. Instead, a look of disdain appeared on his face as if he did not take the Nether River Patriarch seriously at all.
"Minghe, I'll let you see this Emperor's spiritual treasure."
Zhang Heng laughed maniacally. He didn't do anything, but with a flip of his hand, a small white jade cauldron appeared in his palm. What happened next stunned the onlookers from the Underworld.
"Withdraw!"
Buzz!
Zhang Heng threw out the small white jade cauldron, and the world suddenly became unstable. Although the small white jade cauldron looked simple and unadorned and did not leak any aura, the Nether River Patriarch's sea of blood that spanned a million miles was completely swallowed by the small white jade cauldron and returned to Zhang Heng's hand.
"Impossible!"
The Nether River Patriarch cried out in horror when he saw the scene before him. He simply could not believe his eyes.
One must know that his Great Blood Sea Technique was extremely terrifying and contained the most evil and filthy Qi. Even innate spiritual treasures would lose their spirituality and turn into dregs if they touched it, let alone a Demi-Saint. However, the small white jade cauldron in Zhang Heng's hand had actually swallowed his Great Blood Sea Technique. This was simply a fantasy.
"Haha."
Zhang Heng laughed wildly. He was very proud of holding the cauldron with one hand and looked at the Nether River Patriarch with extreme contempt. "Nether River, this treasure of mine is invulnerable. No one can kill me unless a Saint comes to the world. So what if your cultivation is higher than mine?"
"Your Majesty's remarkable power is boundless. We admire you."
The three Ghost Emperors bowed in an extremely humble manner. Obviously, the three of them had suffered losses from this treasure. They could only submit to Zhang Heng because of the small white jade cauldron in Zhang Heng's hand. Today, even the Nether River Patriarch could not do anything to Zhang Heng. This also made the three Ghost Emperors even more certain that Zhang Heng was unstoppable.
"Fengdu, hand over the Life and Death Book and submit to me from now on. Then, I will spare your life." Zhang Heng suddenly turned to look at the Great Emperor of Feng Du with a ferocious expression.
"How could this be?"
The Great Emperor of Feng Du was stunned speechless. His face was extremely pale. Even the Nether River Patriarch could not pose a threat to Zhang Heng. Was he really going to die today?
"What kind of treasure is that small cauldron? How could it be so terrifying?"
"I see, I see. No wonder the Ghost Emperor of the North did not put the Nether River Patriarch in his eyes. With this divine item, he naturally fears no one."
"Sigh, I originally thought that the Nether River Patriarch and Buddha Qing Ming would definitely be able to regain control of the Ghost Regions. Now, it seems like it has no effect at all."
The people of the Underworld were in an uproar. They looked at Zhang Heng with obvious reverence because the small white jade cauldron in Zhang Heng's hand was too terrifying. Even the Nether River Patriarch could not do anything to him.
Just as the Great Emperor of Feng Du was in dispirited state, the Nether River Patriarch was embarrassed and angry, and the people of the Underworld were in an uproar, no one noticed how unstable Ye Xuan's current state was.
It appeared?
It appeared again?
The third small cauldron appeared again?
Ye Xuan's heart was in turmoil. He stared at the small white jade cauldron in Zhang Heng's hand. He believed that he did not see wrongly. The two small white jade cauldrons he obtained in the past were exactly the same as the one in Zhang Heng's hand. The only difference was that the small cauldron in Zhang Heng's hand was slightly more complicated. It could be used as a treasure by him.
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