Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 210 - 210 210 Worse than Death Please Recommend and Favorite

210: Chapter 210: Worse than Death (Please Recommend and Favorite) 210: Chapter 210: Worse than Death (Please Recommend and Favorite) “Father…

Emperor…

even after death I will find no peace…

This Netherworld Fire burns so painfully…”

The Japanese Princess’s little face twisted sinisterly as the Netherworld Fire consumed her body.

Her tormented wails, like dozens of steel needles piercing Miyamoto Mutten’s heart, made him stagger backward, clutching his chest.

Miyamoto Mutten’s son and daughter were staring intently at him, their ghastly white ghostly claws emanating a frightful aura.

The air around them surged with their peak of anger and resentment.

Splurt!

A mouthful of lifeblood sprayed from Miyamoto Mutten’s mouth, his lips bitten, his teeth grinding together audibly, his eyes filled with intense grief.

The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword fell from his hand to the ground, its Spiritual Light dissipating into nothingness, clearly in extreme agony from his children seeking his life.

“Ye Xuan, you bastard,” Miyamoto Mutten roared with a shiver, yet tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.

At this moment!

Ye Xuan casually lifted his wine cup, drained its contents, and then looked indifferently at Miyamoto Mutten, saying, “Brother Miyamoto, you now have only two choices: either you annihilate the souls of your children yourself or you allow them to consume your flesh and soul.”

“But let me remind you, if you extinguish the souls of your children, they will lose even their pitiful chance of reincarnation.

Can you really bring yourself to do it?”

Splurt, splurt, splurt!

As Ye Xuan’s words fell, a stream of fresh blood poured unstoppably from the corners of Miyamoto Mutten’s mouth.

Faced with such a cruel choice, he truly felt a sensation worse than death.

Thud!

Suddenly, Miyamoto Mutten fell to his knees, incessantly kowtowing to Ye Xuan, crying out loud, “Ye Xuan, I beg you, please spare them.

I can die before you, even if my soul scatters, I beg of you.”

Tears streaked Miyamoto Mutten’s face; he appeared half-mad from Ye Xuan’s torment, his dignity abandoned as he pleaded with Ye Xuan, the sight pitiable to behold.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan was unmoved by Miyamoto Mutten’s crying pleas, merely responding with an indifferent smile, “Brother Miyamoto, take your time enjoying this test of humanity.”

Cackle, cackle, cackle!

As Ye Xuan’s words ended, the Japanese Prince and Princess howled fiercely, their anger soaring as they lunged to bite Miyamoto Mutten, followed closely by a horde of ministerial ghosts, quickly submerging him.

Ah!

Ghosts tore at him, blood flickered in glimpses, the terrifying aura of rage erupted, and their hateful howls transmitted.

Miyamoto Mutten’s flesh was ripped apart as his heart-wrenching cries spread.

Despair, sorrow, weeping, and roars of reluctance exploded from Miyamoto Mutten.

His body was mutilated by the ghosts, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill them, nor did he wish to, for they were his children, his courtiers; destroying them meant they would never have the chance to be reborn.

The physical pain didn’t draw wails of agony from Miyamoto Mutten, but the despair and tearing of his soul forced him to cry out in anguish.

Life worse than death, enduring immense torment—that was Miyamoto Mutten’s current state.

Miyamoto Mutten had never imagined that death could be a blessing, but now he couldn’t even seek it.

“Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan!”

Amidst being devoured by ghosts, Miyamoto Mutten no longer resembled a human; he was blood-stained and appeared deranged, his gaze fixedly on Ye Xuan as if he were a ghastly demon crawling out of Hell.

At this moment!

Ye Xuan’s eyes were merciless and indifferent.

He quietly watched Miyamoto Mutten being mauled by the ghosts, his voice cold and venomous, “Miyamoto Mutten, I once promised to make your life worse than death.

Pitiable for an Emperor to end up dying at the hands of his dearest ones.”

“Hate, resent, but alas, you will never be able to kill me and can only die slowly amidst this torture.”

“Ah!”

“Die, all of you, die!”

Miyamoto Mutten wailed in agony as he screamed towards the heavens, with blood tears streaming down his crimson eyes.

A terrifying Spiritual Light erupted from his body, and with his palms, he directly tore his children’s souls to pieces; he even more crazily blasted his ministers, who had turned into fierce ghosts, into ashes.

All was silent, Heaven and Earth without a sound.

When Miyamoto Mutten personally extinguished the souls of those closest to him, he stood bloodied and with a vacant stare, looking at his own hands as if his very soul had emerged from his body.

“Dead?”

“Are they all dead?”

“Ha ha!”

“Good, good that they’re dead.”

Miyamoto Mutten tragically fell to his knees, the blood tears continuing to flow from his eyes.

He hammered the earth with his fists, seemingly falling into madness.

“Who am I?”

“Ha ha…

Who am I?”

“Am I Xiaoguai, am I a dog?

“Woof woof woof!”

Suddenly, Miyamoto Mutten’s eyes were hollow as he lay prostrate on all fours, making barking sounds, and even running through the valley.

He had completely lost his mind due to the shattering of his mental state.

At this time!

Ye Xuan looked on indifferently at this scene, his expression neither sad nor happy, his thoughts inscrutable.

“Teacher, is Miyamoto Mutten faking his madness?”

The Fat Yellow Kid appeared behind Ye Xuan at some point, his eyes on Miyamoto Mutten showing a hint of shock and suspicion.

“His mental state has collapsed; his mind is in disorder.

He can’t accept reality; he truly has gone mad,” Ye Xuan said in a low voice.

Ye Xuan’s Divine Sense was incredibly sensitive.

He could tell at a glance whether Miyamoto Mutten was feigning insanity or not.

Miyamoto Mutten, having personally destroyed the souls of those dearest to him, could not accept this reality.

To avoid living in pain, he imagined himself as a dog; perhaps this was his best choice.

“Let’s go.”

Ye Xuan suddenly turned and walked out of the valley, causing the Fat Yellow Kid to be taken aback.

He hurriedly inquired, “Teacher, this man’s Cultivation is too terrifying.

Even if he really has gone mad, he remains a significant threat.

Why not just kill him on the spot?

It would save us a lot of trouble.”

“Some people are dead yet still live; some are alive yet have already died.”

“He may be alive now, but his soul has long been sealed and his Spiritual Energy is disintegrating within him.

In a few days, he will become a mortal.

Let him grow old in this valley.”

Ye Xuan spoke softly, without any attachment, as he strolled away from the place, the Fat Yellow Kid quickly following.

However, the valley they left behind echoed with Miyamoto Mutten’s foolish laughter.

Death is not frightening; what’s terrifying is living a life worse than death.

Ye Xuan did not have the slightest pity in his heart because he knew that mercy towards an enemy is cruelty to oneself.

If he had not crushed Miyamoto Mutten’s Cultivation, not only would he himself die, but Miyamoto Mutten also would not have spared those around him.

Since they were enemies, then let him not have a good death.

This was Ye Xuan’s principle of action.

A onetime Emperor of Japan, driven to madness by Ye Xuan while still alive.

Although he was alive, it was no different from being dead, and this was Miyamoto Mutten’s ultimate fate.