The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 817: The Momentum of the Netherworld

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: The Momentum of the Netherworld

"Hiss—Who exactly is this person, a divine being from where? Aren’t the most formidable monks in the world just Tathāgata and E’zang?"

"E’zang is dead, and Tathāgata has been captured; could it be that the Buddhas in hiding have all come out?"

"Indeed, it is an age of great contention; various hidden powerhouses are stepping out one after another!"

"He is King of Resentment Xia Yanye! A powerhouse of the same era as Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, Nether Emperor, and other lords!"

"Nether Lord, Annihilating Demon Emperor, Extraterrestrial Demons, Xia Yanye... It’s explosive; it feels like this era is returning to the prosperity of ancient times!"

Onlookers from afar discussed fervently, watching the battle between Tathāgata and Xia Yanye, their blood boiling with excitement.

This was truly a battle of peerless powerhouses. Although it wasn’t destroying heavens and earth, the might of every move was chilling to the bone.

The higher the realm, the more precise the control over power, and the more terrifying.

Otherwise, if Tathāgata fought unrestrained, a single palm strike could sink an entire domain.

Tathāgata could hold back, but Xia Yanye would not; he had completely fallen into a frenzied madness.

The golden giant palm gradually became ethereal, and Xia Yanye’s hair-raising voice rang out again, "I hate... I resent... Those who obstruct me shall die, slaughter all living beings, I alone shall be supreme!"

Boom—

Countless black Sword Qi surged forth, shredding the golden giant palm to bits.

Amidst the rolling dust, Xia Yanye, enveloped in terrifying resentment, slowly stood up, his emaciated figure giving off a cold and thrilling visual impact.

The three-zhang-long Resentment God Sword trembled, black resentment Qi forming a dark luster, rendering it unbearable to look at directly.

Tathāgata’s eyes sharpened, noting that Xia Yanye had become stronger because he had succumbed to the demonic influence.

The thing inside him could no longer be suppressed and was about to awaken.

"Turns out this guy is just a shell." Tathāgata muttered to himself. Facing the oncoming Xia Yanye, he remained unflustered, continuously striking with his palms, easily dispersing Xia Yanye’s Sword Qi.

The two chased each other in the sky. Although Tathāgata was always evading, he was not injured, nor did he use up any magical power.

In contrast, Xia Yanye, who was wildly unleashing his magical power, seemed ferocious but was, in reality, seeking his own destruction.

The two soared into the heavens and dove into the earth, rushing into the thunderclouds. Their figures were like fleeting shadows, quick as startled swans, leaving the onlookers unable to keep up with their eyes.

"Can Xia Yanye win?"

Young Master You asked in a deep voice as he looked up at the battle in the sky.

One of his guards hesitated and said, "Not sure... but he’s in danger right now..."

Watching the frenzied Xia Yanye, they couldn’t help but feel a chill, recalling the terrifying events of a past ten millennia, which gave them an impulse to turn and flee.

Just then, Li Si and the Dragon Emperor suddenly attacked from both sides at an incredibly fast speed.

Four guards quickly surrounded Young Master You to protect him, while the ghost soldiers were too slow to defend and were directly blasted apart in succession.

Thump—

The Dragon Emperor and two guards exchanged blows, shattering the ground beneath them, with the cracks extending for a hundred meters, shocking Young Master You into swiftly flying upwards.

"What do you think you’re doing!"

Young Master You exclaimed sharply, aware that he was the son of the Nether Emperor, and yet, the Yan Emperor dared to send people to capture him.

The Dragon Emperor wasted no words, using his magical power to repel the two guards and then charging toward Young Master You, while Li Si entangled with the other two guards.

Smack! Smack!

Two guards each grabbed one of the Dragon Emperor’s feet, pulling him down from the sky.

Young Master You watched with anxiety. Now his men were fighting individually, with no one to protect him. Under normal circumstances, he could have joined the battle himself, but the enemies he was facing were at least Daluo Golden Immortals.

Just then, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Liu Chenxiang, Yang Ren, and others also charged at Young Master You.

They certainly remembered that Qin Jun had previously ordered Young Master You’s capture; they had been worried at first, but after witnessing Tathāgata’s performance, their concerns vanished like smoke and were replaced with exhilaration.

What of the Nether Emperor!

Tathāgata joined by Bai Ze, the two Daluo initial immortals, could even give the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny a run for his money!

On the other side, Xia Yanye, unable to catch up with Tathāgata, became increasingly irascible.

He slashed frenziedly, his hands turning into afterimages, dazzling onlookers—his Sword Qi, too numerous to count, spread across Cangqiong, even tearing gaps in the thunderclouds.

Tathāgata continued to disperse the Sword Qi with his palms, his breathing unlabored, appearing as serene as a gentle breeze or floating clouds.

"You are too weak!" Tathāgata said indifferently, his tone only fueling Xia Yanye’s anger and madness.

"Aaaaahhhh—"

Xia Yanye roared, his hair wildly flying, as countless Sword Qi from every direction slashed at Tathāgata, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Tathāgata’s palms moved like the wind, striking rapidly around him—in an instant, countless adult-sized golden palm imprints surrounded him, soon engulfing his figure.

Boom—

The myriad Sword Qi collided with the endless palm imprints, generating a thunderous explosion, strong light illuminating the earth while the fierce winds swept up the scattered rocks from the ground.

The demonically possessed Xia Yanye flew straight towards the center of the explosion, utterly fearless of injury.

Driven to a frenzy, he could find no relief until he slaughtered Tathāgata.

Streams of resentment spilled from within him, coiling around his body; in the face of the strong light, they vaguely formed a horrifying silhouette, as if a ghostly figure was clinging to his back.

"The God of Resentment is about to emerge!" Ji Yongsheng said within Qin Jun’s mind, his tone quite grave.

The God of Resentment?

Qin Jun’s heart skipped a beat, Damn, such an ancient being is still alive?

He looked carefully, and although he couldn’t see Xia Yanye’s figure clearly, he could see the resentment above Xia Yanye’s head becoming denser, taking on a human form.

"The Sword of Resentment contains a strand of the God of Resentment’s soul—constantly devouring the host’s spirit. This man can no longer turn back, doomed to be supplanted by the God of Resentment," Ji Yongsheng explained.

"That terrible? Aren’t you doing the same to me?"

"..."

While bantering with Ji Yongsheng, Qin Jun watched the battle anxiously.

How powerful was the God of Resentment?

Could Tathāgata hold up?

Bang—

Xia Yanye suddenly flew backwards from the epicenter of the explosion, cutting through the waves of dust. Tathāgata followed closely, the two plummeting from the sky like arrows, one after the other crashing into the distant ruins.

The fight escalated into a fierce struggle.

On the other side, as Liu Chenxiang and others joined the battle, the four Daluo Golden Immortal Realm guards could barely hold their own, just managing to protect themselves.

"Let me go!"

Young Master You shouted through gritted teeth, as he was held by the neck, single-handedly lifted into the air by Liu Chenxiang, who disregarded his struggles to break free.

Ignoring him, Liu Chenxiang coldly said to the four Daluo Golden Immortal Realm guards, "Your young master has been captured, aren’t you going to flee?"

Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Li Si, Dragon Emperor, and Yang Ren had successfully contained the situation, making rescue attempts for Young Master You an impossible dream.

"Release our young master! Do you really want to make enemies of the Netherworld?"

One of the guards shouted angrily, implying that aside from the Hall of Heavenly Destiny and the Fortunate Consortium, who would dare oppose the Netherworld?

If they dared, they wouldn’t even have a chance at rebirth in the future!

"The Netherworld?"

Wang Jian sneered, his right hand suddenly swiping through the air towards Young Master You—a blade of wind swiftly flew out and, with a soft sound, blood sprayed forth as Young Master You’s head was cleanly severed.