Chapter 726: Chapter 172: Netherworld’s First Kill! [Ten Thousand Words, Please Vote Monthly Ticket] (Part 2)
"Indeed, indeed, young master, I’ve never seen someone so vengeful, such a relentless and unforgiving person... No wonder he’s called Yemo. In the dead of night, he’s really like a demon."
Mr. Shang sighed and said, "This kind of desperado, and one who defies all rules, should be avoided as much as possible. Such a guy is unreasonable; once provoked, he clings to you like a maggot on bone, impossible to shake off; and can’t be killed due to the repercussions. So, the best strategy is to flee."
"Young master, are we really going to the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Southeast Headquarters?"
"Yes, we have to go there, but there’s no rush. Once we arrive, we’ll notify them and see how the Wei Wo Zheng Sect deals with this matter... However they handle it, it has nothing to do with us anymore. Let the people of Wei Wo Zheng Sect and the Zhu Family handle it."
Mr. Shang sighed, "This is just a way to extricate ourselves."
"Young master, you are wise."
The two maids became lively.
"Young master, in your opinion, after we go to the Southeast Headquarters this time, what is the likelihood of Yemo backing off?"
"Not very high."
Mr. Shang chuckled coldly, "A demon like Yemo, even if he outwardly appears to drop the matter under pressure, will still cause trouble later, and even escalate it; because he feels suppressed. Thus, his thoughts are blocked, and for such a demon, once his thoughts are blocked, finding some fault with the Zhu Family is effortless... In a situation where he can’t kill, it’ll likely continue until Yemo has played enough... then he’ll stop."
"Then doesn’t that mean it will take a long, long time to settle?" one maid gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.
"That’s why we must hurry and leave. Once we escape from here, Yemo can do whatever he likes."
Mr. Shang smiled wisely.
Turning a corner, there was a winding path ahead, with a small hill beside it.
The three of them chatted as they walked forward, though they hadn’t completely let down their guard.
They kept observing the situation on both sides, wary of possible attacks.
"Young master, look at this hill; it looks just like a tiger lying here. Really like it."
"Indeed it does, and it’s said this place is called Wohu Ridge."
"It really looks like a fierce tiger, so lifelike, amazing..."
Another maid exclaimed, "Moreover, this fierce tiger seems to be standing up, charging towards us... ah
!!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream: "It’s really charging over!"
The scream was sharp to the extreme.
Mr. Shang only felt an overwhelming sense of danger rising in his heart, his very soul trembling in that instant, and he quickly looked up.
He saw that Wohu Ridge by the roadside had indeed suddenly stood up like a giant fierce tiger!
Its whiskers and mane distinct, emitting a majestic roar, its features vivid as it soared above, rushing towards the three of them like a landslide!
And it wasn’t just that.
The entire earth, the entire hill, the entire sky, all seemed to crash down upon them.
"This is the situation!"
Mr. Shang shouted in fear, desperately gathering his cultivation to leap up, drawing his long sword, as his eyes already saw.
In front of that sky, that earth, that hill, and that fierce tiger, there was a dark silhouette like an abyss demon.
Clad in black, face covered, with eyes gleaming with a cold light.
With this irresistible Mountain and Earth Formation, storming forward. Wherever it swept past, it felt like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting!
"Yemo!"
Mr. Shang shouted in horror, instantly chilled to the bone.
Yemo, surprisingly, appeared here!
Bringing along rampant Evil Qi, ravaging Killing Aura, and unwavering Killing Intent!
Rushing towards him.
In Yemo’s hands was a long spear.
The spear tip gleamed, pushing forward relentlessly.
The spear tip pierced the air in an instant, and Mr. Shang could even clearly see the cold light glinting on the spear tip.
He distinctly saw that this spear, amidst the collapse of heaven and earth, glided forward as if sailing across a calm water surface, creating ripples as it pierced through.
Quietly parting the two doors of the Netherworld!
His consciousness then collided with the overwhelming Evil Qi, crashing into his Divine Soul!
Wohu Ridge, along with the collapsing heaven and earth, fell forward with a resounding crash.
The cold light of the spear tip was already at hand.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to defend, he wanted to swing his sword, he wanted to beg for mercy...
But he had no time to do anything...
Only felt a darkness before his eyes, a chill at his throat, as the spear had already pierced through his neck!
Splurt!
A few droplets of blood spattered.
The body of Yemo swept past him like a malicious ghost, grabbing the passing Netherworld Spear from his rear neck.
The spear flower spun, the Netherworld leaned on the ground with a boom, causing the ground to tremble.
The cold light flickered suddenly, it was the Blood Spirit Seven Swords.
The two maids, in extreme terror, made no sound, and were already dead.
A red dot on their throats.
Murder without visible blood, a red dot beneath the sword!
Thud.
Mr. Shang stared incredulously at the front, his body slowly falling down.
He lay quietly on the ground, his eyes wide open in terror, his throat having a bowl-sized bloody hole, blood gushing out, soaking the earth.
One spear, two swords.
Three kills.
Completed in an instant!
Yemo walked slowly to his head, picked up the Nether Spear planted on the ground, spun the spear body, suddenly emanating cold air.
The bloodstains on it vanished instantly.
The spear intent was retracted, returning to the Divine Sense Space.
"Nether Spear Technique, Junlin Nine Forms, First Form!"
Yemo looked at Mr. Shang’s pale face lying on the ground, gently said: "You were right, a mere corpse really isn’t qualified to befriend me!"
Mr. Shang lay silently, unable to respond anymore.
No one could know whether he regretted the words he said yesterday.
Yemo raised the long sword, and the afternoon sun shone on the blade, emitting a radiant glow.
