Chapter 3158 -1613: The Wine-pouring Barefoot Boy in White, Rao Wangze, the Divine Throne Occupied Solely by Cursed Yin_2
“Please sit.”
The Wangze Holy Emperors to his left and right, as well as Huang Quan, are suddenly panic-stricken. Looking right and left, they turn their heads toward the side, facing opposite Kong Yuhen.
Someone!
Unknowingly, another person has appeared in front of this small tea table, wearing a light-colored linen robe, extremely simple in attire but with an exceptionally intimidating presence.
The ground floor of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion is quite small, promoting coziness. Two people make it feel spacious, three is just right, but four… that’s too crowded!
The “person” who had newly appeared wasn’t huge, just of a normal human size, yet seemed exceptionally “massive.”
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With three heads and six arms, sitting there quietly seemed to fill the entire ground floor with an overwhelming presence.
Not to mention that all three heads were staring at the three individuals, the sense of oppression spilling over.
Even though the “person” had the stature of a normal human, their force, their aura, their movements clearly distinguished them from mortals.
Cursed Yin!
Is this what the human form of Cursed Yin looks like?!
The human-form Cursed Yin, pointing with one hand at the cup upon the table, with three mouths and six hands seemingly not knowing how to coordinate, and a voice that couldn’t be distinguished from which head it came:
“Yu, I’ve come from afar; Is this how ‘All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion’ treats its guests?”
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This is too terrible!
The atmosphere, it’s dreadfully explosive!
The Wangze Holy Emperor wasn’t even sure if he should look at Cursed Yin in human form again; the only thought reverberating in his head was:
“Impossible!”
Impossible! Isn’t the Cursed Yin Evil God busy with the Divine Battle outside, how could he have time to come here?
Impossible! Isn’t the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion detached from the world, how could He have found this place?
Impossible! Isn’t the Cursed Yin Evil God an arrogant, Ancestral God, why is He so courteous to Kong Yuhen?
Impossible!
Utterly impossible!
Yet the most feared impossibility has occurred, sitting right beside him, the thoughts of the Wangze Holy Emperor are stalled after a bout of madness.
He tries to calm himself.
Soon, a crazy idea pops into his head:
What a chance this is!
He originally came here seeking an opportunity. Now without seeking Him out, He has come on His own.
Then the previously discarded thought, could it be revived once more – cooperation?
He tilts his head.
The Wangze Holy Emperor sees that Cursed Yin with three heads and six arms.
His mouth moves twice, feeling his throat burning dry, and he finds himself unable to utter a sound.
Afraid?
Hahaha, would the Holy Emperor be afraid?
It’s just a revived evil god, after all.
To give Him the opportunity to return to the glory of the Shengshen Continent is a gift, a blessing from the demi-saint Rao clan.
If it were not for a crisis in the Wu Rao Emperor Realm and Cursed Yin pleading with him, he would never have allowed Him to set foot on the Shengshen Continent!
“Are you kidding?”
“Open up your aura, raise your stature, and then, speak!”
The Wangze Holy Emperor’s aura rises as he’s about to stand and speak, suddenly a hand reaches out beside him, almost brushing past his cheek.
“Sorry, it was my lack of hospitality.”
Kong Yuhen was just about to get up to wash a couple more teacups, to serve the three-mouthed Cursed Yin.
“No need.”
Who would have thought that the latter would stretch out three arms, nearly touching the faces of the Wangze Holy Emperor and Huang Quan, taking the wine glass and teacup from in front of each of them.
Gulp~
Drained in one go.
“Bang!”
An odd sound erupts.
Everyone looks up and sees that Wangze Holy Emperor nearly tripped over his own stool and fell to the ground.
He has wind attribute abilities, how could he possibly fall?
And how could a Saint Emperor be scared?
“Hehe…”
The Wangze Holy Emperor chuckles twice, just as he tries to say something, he notices one of Cursed Yin’s heads, with a huge purple fiendish eye, is staring right at him.
All his words die before birth, and he stands there petrified.
Ye Gong perfecting the art of dragons.
When the true dragon descends, hearts break in fear.
And it is only at this moment that the Wangze Holy Emperor discovers.
Being able to stand and converse with Cursed Yin is indeed a kind of courage.
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That Xu Xiaoshou, where did he get the guts, to dare to provoke an evil god?
“It must be because the Holy Emperor himself has entered the fray, there is only one opportunity, it’s been too long since I’ve personally fought, haha, how amusing…”
“Having experienced the ‘thrill’ for the first time in a century, this has become the most novel experience in years, haha, ha…”
The Wangze Holy Emperor has come to understand himself.
It has been too long since a Holy Emperor on Shengshen Continent personally took to the field of battle, too complacent.
During the battle at Abyss Island, what went was merely a thought incarnation of the Holy Emperor.
If that thing died, it wouldn’t fundamentally affect the true body.
Upon reflection, since becoming a Holy Emperor, he has actually been removed from the true “battle of life and death”… for an incalculable length of time.
The current “thrill” is just because in front of Cursed Yin, there would indeed be real danger.
That’s all, right?
The Wangze Holy Emperor appears relieved with a smile.
Suddenly, in a flash, the thought of Holy Emperor Fengtian bowing and kneeling before ultimately having his soul shattered crosses his mind.
He freezes mid-air on his way back down, eventually settling back on his stool calmly.
Holy Emperor Fengtian?
Among the Ten High Nobles, one still has Xiang Yaoyao.
How could the status of a Holy Emperor be spoken of in the same breath as others?
Without Cursed Yin speaking, the re-seated Wangze Holy Emperor, looking at the wine glass returning from Cursed Yin’s mouth, takes the initiative to speak up, breaking into the stare-down between Cursed Yin and Kong Yuhen:
“This Holy Emperor has a matter to discuss.”
Negotiation is about taking control into one’s own hands.
At this moment, whoever speaks first, the initiative will fall into the hands of the person across the negotiation table.