Supreme Alchemist -
Chapter 305 - 305 305 Nine Nether Underworld King
305: Chapter 305: Nine Nether Underworld King 305: Chapter 305: Nine Nether Underworld King “Ah, it seems that this is where our Leng Family will stop.”
Leng Qianqiu sighed in his heart.
Now, only Leng Jiuyou and Ming Jiu were left.
Ming Jiu’s strength was unfathomable even to him.
Leng Jiuyou, who had the strength to fight against ordinary Martial Kings, was definitely no match for Ming Jiu.
“Leng’er, don’t overdo it!”
Leng Qianqiu admonished Leng Jiuyou.
He was already satisfied with Leng Jiuyou being able to make it onto the Divine Emperor List, and he didn’t want Leng Jiuyou to overexert himself and get hurt on the stage.
“I’ll try my best.”
Leng Jiuyou nodded slightly, not feeling the slightest bit confident in his heart.
Then, with a single step, Leng Jiuyou went on the stage.
Ming Jiu was already waiting for him on the stage.
“Ming Jiu, what kind of trick do you have up your sleeve?”
Long Yan looked at Ming Jiu, feeling that he was not just mysterious but something more.
At the moment Leng Jiuyou appeared on the stage, Ming Jiu formed a strange handprint, and an invisible force sealed the stage, isolating it from the outside world.
“I’ve finally waited for you.”
Ming Jiu looked at Leng Jiuyou, his voice audibly excited.
“You were waiting for me?”
Leng Jiuyou’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Ming Jiu easily sealed the stage, showing his immeasurable strength.
Hearing him say such a baffling statement, Leng Jiuyou felt a bad premonition.
“That’s right, I’ve been waiting for you, waiting for this day to come.
So many years have passed, and this day has finally come.”
Ming Jiu reached out to remove the half-mask on his face, revealing a nearly enchanting face of someone who was seventeen or eighteen years old.
“It makes no sense.
No matter what your purpose is, you have to defeat me first.”
Leng Jiuyou was completely clueless, having no idea what Ming Jiu was up to.
“Great master, your servant will always guard your will.”
Ming Jiu’s eyes closed slightly, and then he slowly opened them and looked at Leng Jiuyou, saying, “You still don’t know who you are, do you?”
“Who are you and what do you want?”
Leng Jiuyou’s face grew even more serious.
Ming Jiu gave him a dangerous feeling.
“Great master, it was you who created me.
Your name is the great Nine Nether Underworld King!”
Ming Jiu’s tone was extremely excited, and when mentioning the words “Nine Nether Underworld King”, his expression was filled with reverence and respect.
“Nine Nether Underworld King.”
The words “Nine Nether Underworld King” echoed in Leng Jiuyou’s mind like a thunderbolt on a clear day.
Thud, thud, thud.
Leng Jiuyou’s body shuddered, his face turning pale as he staggered back a few steps, looking at Ming Jiu in terror.
From childhood to adulthood, he’d been having the same dream repeatedly.
The more the dream recurred, the more real it felt, and the more frequent it appeared.
In the dream, there was always a figure who was the supreme ruler of a world, known as the Nine Nether Underworld King.
Leng Jiuyou had always thought it was just a dream, too absurd to be true.
He found it ridiculous and didn’t tell anyone, nor did he take it to heart.
Now that Ming Jiu mentioned the Nine Nether Underworld King, he felt that it might not be just a dream.
“What’s going on?
Leng Jiuyou seems to be really scared of Ming Jiu.”
“No way, he’s giving up before the fight even starts?
Is this really the Leng Family’s number one genius?”
“Damn, what a coward.
Even if he can’t win, he can still admit defeat.
What’s he trying to pull?”
The stage was isolated by the Five Elements’ prohibition, so no one could hear what Ming Jiu and Leng Jiuyou were saying.
But they could see that Leng Jiuyou seemed to be frightened, and they all thought it was a bit far-fetched.
Being scared before the fight even started was simply unheard of.
“What the hell does Ming Jiu want to do?”
Long Yan’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling just as puzzled.
Ming Jiu had not shown anything up to this point, but his current excited demeanor made Long Yan wonder what he was after.
On the ring.
“Who are you exactly, and how do you know these things?”
Leng Jiuyou’s face was full of shock, and his body was trembling.
“Master, I am Ming Jiu, your most loyal servant!”
Ming Jiu spoke respectfully: “Time has drifted away, and the world has changed.
I have always been waiting for my master’s awakening, and now, the time has finally come.”
After saying this, Ming Jiu took out a black box, which was the black box that appeared at the auction.
“What is that…
What is he going to do?”
Everyone was puzzled when they saw Ming Jiu take out the black box.
Did Ming Jiu spend 100 million medium-grade spirit stones to bid for this black box just to deal with Leng Jiuyou?
“Could it be…”
When Long Yan suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically.
“Great master, your most loyal servant is here to welcome your glorious return!”
Ming Jiu spat out a devout word, then pointed his finger at the black box.
“Bang!”
The black box exploded abruptly, and a black gloomy light appeared.
Darkness!
Bloodthirsty!
Tyrannical!
Cold!
The black gloomy light was an immensely evil force, extremely heavy, which alone could crush the void of ten thousand miles.
“I admit…”
Leng Jiuyou’s face changed dramatically as the black gloomy light appeared.
He felt as if something inside him was being triggered, and his soul was being dragged into the abyss.
Death was so close to him.
At this moment, the black gloomy light transformed into a phantom black eye in midair.
Before Leng Jiuyou could say the word “lose,” the black eye instantly merged into the center of his eyebrows.
At this moment, intense pain engulfed his body, and Leng Jiuyou’s face became distorted.
“Leng’er!”
Leng Qianqiu’s face changed drastically, and he moved towards the ring.
“Anyone who comes within half a step of the ring will die!”
At this moment, Ming Jiu’s eyes turned cold, and the temperature around him dropped suddenly.
“Arrogant!”
Leng Qianqiu let out a cold snort and fiercely slapped toward Ming Jiu.
The power of cold ice spread out from his palm.
“Overestimating your ability.”
Ming Jiu disdainfully spat out four words and lightly poked out with one finger, shattering the ice palm print as soon as the ice came down.
That finger’s force, along with the shattered icy power, turned into a storm sweeping towards Leng Qianqiu.
“Hmm?”
Leng Qianqiu’s face changed yet again, and another palm strike was launched to dissolve the storm, but his figure was pushed back a few steps.
“So strong!”
Leng Qianqiu’s expression became serious.
Ming Jiu’s strength was so strong that it was at least on par with his own.
“How is this possible!”
At this moment, Zhuge Qianzhong, Gu Yunxiao, Wu Kuangyun, Feng Wanli, Lu Xuanming, Asura King, and others all stood up directly, their eyes cast on Ming Jiu, obviously somewhat out of control.
Ming Jiu had always been mysterious, and no one knew his strength.
However, the power Ming Jiu exhibited at this time was completely beyond their expectations.
A big question appeared in everyone’s mind: they wanted to know Ming Jiu’s origin, why he was so strong, and what he intended to do.
“Goodness, Ming Jiu’s strength is so amazing.
Even Leng Family Master was pushed back.
Could it be that he’s also a Ninth Layer Wuking?”
“This guy has hidden his strength.
No wonder Leng Jiuyou was scared off by him.
What did he do to Leng Jiuyou?”
“So strong, I’m afraid even Zhan Wushuang using Seal God’s Door wouldn’t be his opponent.
When did such a heavenly character appear on Shenwu Continent?”
“This guy looks so young, even if he had been cultivating since he was in his mother’s womb, it wouldn’t be this outrageous, right?”
At this moment, everyone was shocked.
Ming Jiu possessed such a powerful strength, and there was no suspense left for the Martial Meeting’s Leader.
Among the people present, only the King of Lanling seemed indifferent, as if he had already seen through everything.
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