Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 216 - 213 Erasure

Chapter 216: Chapter 213 Erasure

"Die, you annoying brat!"

To the Netherworld Corpse King, Ye Xuan was nothing more than an ant, but one that kept hopping around before him. Now tired of this leaping ant, he decided to slay Ye Xuan first, then deal with the Flood Dragon.

"Ye Xuan!"

The Flood Dragon seemed somewhat anxious, but in just a moment, as if he had thought of something, his anxiety dissipated. His gaze became grave and slowly fell upon Ye Xuan, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Buzz!

Just as the Netherworld Corpse King was about to devour Ye Xuan’s soul, suddenly, an astonishing light burst from the center of Ye Xuan’s brows, revealing an incomplete brand mark within it. A terrifying pressure, as if not of this world, was released in an instant, enveloping the entire area beneath the Blood Soul Pond.

"It’s appearing!"

The Flood Dragon exclaimed. He could never forget this pressure; it was this same move that Ye Xuan had used to subdue him, making him Ye Xuan’s spiritual beast.

As the brand appeared, the malevolent devouring force released by the Netherworld Corpse King was invisibly dissolved, and then he felt a suction force emanating from Ye Xuan’s mind, tightly adhering to his palm.

"Hm?"

Sensing this abnormality, the expression on the Netherworld Corpse King’s face changed slightly, then quickly turned cold, "Seeking death!"

With a violent effort, he tried to snap Ye Xuan’s neck directly. However, he suddenly found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t budge Ye Xuan in the slightest.

"How is this possible?"

It was only then that the Netherworld Corpse King realized the gravity of the situation. As he was about to exert his full strength to break free, the devouring force from Ye Xuan’s mind surged wildly, spreading through his arm to his brain and soul, frantically drawing at his soul power!

"Get lost!"

He shouted furiously, hastily urging his soul power to resist, striving to counteract the devouring force coming from his arm. No matter how much he struggled, his soul was being devoured bit by bit.

"Awesome!"

The Flood Dragon’s eyes widened, and he got excited. He had not expected that the Netherworld Corpse King, who even he could not handle, would end up completely suppressed by Ye Xuan, unable to so much as pass gas.

At this moment, above the Blood Soul Pond, the Heavenly Demon General’s expression changed again, and he suddenly exclaimed, "The presence of Lord Corpse King is weakening!"

"What?"

The faces of the Blood Demon King and Mountain Demon General and the others also changed drastically, showing disbelief. The Netherworld Corpse King, in his prime, was a Fifth Grade Martial Sect Master. Even now, having only just revived and opened the coffin prematurely, he should at least possess the strength of a Fourth Grade Martial Sect Master. How could he possibly be at a disadvantage?

"Everyone, prepare to follow me down!"

The Heavenly Demon General bellowed. They could wait no longer. If anything happened to the Netherworld Corpse King, it would be a catastrophic blow to them in the Black Demon Sect.

"Lord Heavenly Demon General, it’s bad! The prohibitions have been broken, and people from the Six Great Sects have broken in!" a Black Demon Sect powerhouse said as he rushed in urgently.

"What? Broken in?"

The expressions on the faces of the Mountain Demon General and others changed again. One Ye Xuan had already turned everything upside down, and now so many people had stormed in, they expected even greater chaos.

"Blood Demon King, hold them off! Mountain Demon General, follow me down!"

As the leader of the Eight Demon Generals, the Heavenly Demon General quickly made a decision. After issuing his command, the black light wings on his back suddenly flapped, and he dived into the Blood Soul Pond amid a surge of black True Qi.

Following him, the Mountain Demon General also exploded with momentum, like a mountain crashing into the Blood Soul Pond, stirring up a shocking wave.

Beneath the Blood Pond, an incredible pressure still remained, pressuring the Netherworld Corpse King so heavily that he couldn’t move.

"Little beast, I will kill you! I will make you suffer excruciatingly!" the Netherworld Corpse King voiced fervently as it echoed throughout the valley. However, his soul was being siphoned away by Ye Xuan, gradually declining.

Yet, his cries were of no use. Once activated, even if Ye Xuan’s Martial Arts Primordial Spirit was only a small, incomplete part, it was still an easy task to suppress a Fourth or Fifth Grade Martial Sect Master. On the other hand, without the function of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit, Ye Xuan wouldn’t have been able to resist the Netherworld Corpse King.

The Netherworld Corpse King, at the Fifth Grade Martial Sect realm, held an extremely high position within the Black Demon Sect. His cultivation surpassed even that of Ling Jingtian, the Hall Master of Heavenly Martial Hall. If he were to fully recover, there might be no one in the Tiannan Region who could stand against him.

Such a cultivation level in the Black Demon Sect was likely only possessed by this Netherworld Corpse King. Even the current de facto ruler of the Black Demon Sect, the Bright and Dark Ming King, was probably a notch below this Netherworld Corpse King.

Ordinary martial artists, upon hearing this title, would tremble in fear and not dare to harbor any thoughts of confrontation.

But now, facing the formidable Netherworld Corpse King, even Ye Xuan could only submit entirely, finding himself utterly oppressed.

After a rapid descent, the Heavenly Demon General and the Mountain Demon General soon reached the bottom of the Blood Soul Pond, and their sight settled on the Netherworld Corpse King. Their faces turned pale, and they looked stunned.

At this moment, the Netherworld Corpse King no longer possessed any trace of his former dominance. The aura around his body was weakening at a noticeable rate. Streams of soul power, like strands of silk, were being peeled from the depths of his mind and ultimately absorbed into the incomplete brand.

"Stop him quickly!"

The Heavenly Demon General’s face filled with horror, aware that if the Netherworld Corpse King continued like this, he might indeed perish right there.

However, just as they were about to act, a chilling blue whip lashed towards them, sending them reeling back with a shock.

"This is his own doing. Don’t cause any trouble. You’ll have to get past me first."

With a flash of his figure, the Flood Dragon appeared in front of the two generals. If the aura of the Mountain Demon General could be likened to a small hill, then the Flood Dragon’s presence was like a towering mountain, utterly dwarfing the former’s—it was like comparing a sorcerer to a sage.

"Move aside!"

Feeling the overwhelming force emanating from the Flood Dragon, the Heavenly Demon General’s expression darkened. But he could not just watch Ye Xuan absorb the soul power of the Netherworld Corpse King. Spreading his black wings with a violent flap, he shot out like lightning, his hands forming seals, and a black orb of light swiftly gathered between them.

"Heavenly Demon Seal!"

With a shout, the Heavenly Demon General hurled the black orb forward. The orb expanded suddenly before the Flood Dragon, unfolding into a semicircular light shield that enveloped him, like a large bowl being placed over its target.

"Go kill that boy!"

While executing his move, the Heavenly Demon General immediately shouted an order to the Mountain Demon General, who surged forward following the command. His True Qi gathered in his fist, manifesting the image of mountains and rivers, powerful and forceful, as he barreled towards Ye Xuan.

The Flood Dragon was trapped within the light shield, yet his face remained devoid of panic. If it had been the Netherworld Corpse King, he might have been contained, but facing just a mere Heavenly Demon General, such tactics were naively simplistic.

A flash in his eyes, the Flood Dragon suddenly opened his mouth. Behind him, the phantom of a giant dragon also coalesced into being.

"Flood Dragon Sky Shattering Roar!"

As the Flood Dragon roared, so did the dragon shadow behind him, unleashing a deafening sound. The lethal soundwaves radiated viciously outward.

Thump! Thump!

Caught off guard by the sudden roar, both the Heavenly Demon General and the Mountain Demon General were sent flying backward, spitting blood, faces filled with terror.

Their efforts instantly shattered, the Netherworld Corpse King no longer harbored any illusions of luck. His eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and he began chanting in a murmured incantation, seemingly invoking a spell.

As he began his secret curse, the soul of the Netherworld Corpse King ignited like a spark into soul flames. The soul flames surged violently, and once ablaze, they quickly grew into an all-consuming fire—a wildly ferocious blaze sweeping towards Ye Xuan.

"It’s a secret curse to burn soul power. The Netherworld Corpse King knows such a vicious incantation!"

The Flood Dragon watched in horror as the soul began to burn. Such flames were truly terrifying, not easily extinguished like ordinary fire. Soul flames were difficult to restrain, and once they reached Ye Xuan, he would likely meet with misfortune.

It seemed that, under these circumstances, the Netherworld Corpse King had decided to go all out in a desperate struggle.

However, when the raging soul flames reached Ye Xuan and began to spread to his mind, they triggered a change. The brand on Ye Xuan’s forehead emitted waves of energy, and in the blink of an eye, the burning soul flames were extinguished.

"How can this be?"

Seeing the swiftly eradicated soul flames, the Netherworld Corpse King stood there dumbfounded. In the next moment, his soul power was fiercely sucked away, and his last resistance collapsed.

"No!"

Feeling the threat of death, the Netherworld Corpse King let out an unwilling roar. This couldn’t be possible—he was a peerless powerhouse, one of the Black Demon Sect’s Four Great Ming Kings, and in the entire Tiannan Region, there was no one born yet who could kill him. Yet now, he faced his end at the hands of a mere First Grade Martial Sect cultivator!

He was filled with unwillingness!

But no matter how unwilling he was, his soul quickly disintegrated, and finally, the overbearing soul power that had once absorbed the Blood Soul Crystal and Blood Soul Stone became nourishment for Ye Xuan’s Martial Arts Primordial Spirit in his mind, utterly devoured.

As the light of life faded from his eyes, the corpse of the Netherworld Corpse King lost all vitality, floating weightlessly upwards, and fell entirely.