Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 301 - 301 300 A Fate Worse than Death

301: Chapter 300: A Fate Worse than Death 301: Chapter 300: A Fate Worse than Death “Third brother, you better leave now, they will never spare me.”

Bai Hong’s eyes were filled with tears, for he knew that his death was certain today.

Although Ao Qing was willing to protect him, facing Ye Xuan and the eight Great Demon Kings meant a certain-death situation.

“There is no one in this world who can wrong me, no one who can defy my will.”

“Ao Qing, take a look at who this is?”

Ye Xuan brushed his hand through the void, and ripples blossomed in the air.

A ragged old man with two horns on his head appeared next to Ye Xuan, bound tightly by Immortal Iron Chains.

At this moment, he looked around blankly.

“Father…

King?”

When the South Sea Dragon King appeared before Ao Qing’s eyes, he froze in place, completely unable to understand how his father, who should have been on Purple Dragon Peak, protected by the Huntian Great Formation he laid himself to prevent Ye Xuan from using the South Sea Dragon King to threaten him, was now beside Ye Xuan.

“But now, what’s the deal with the South Sea Dragon King appearing beside Ye Xuan?”

“Child, are you looking for me?”

Suddenly, a figure shot up from Purple Dragon Peak into the sky, bearing the appearance of the South Sea Dragon King, but when two South Sea Dragon Kings appeared before Ao Qing, he seemed to understand something.

His gaze turned towards Ye Xuan, revealing an extreme murderous fury.

The South Sea Dragon King who came from Purple Dragon Peak to here gave a sinister smile, and as Immortal Light surged around him, he transformed into a puppet.

With a bang, he vanished into the void with the wind.

“Puppet Avatar Technique?” Ao Qing’s eyes nearly burst with rage, his voice deliberate with each syllable.

The Puppet Avatar Technique, a Demon Secret Technique, uses the essence blood of the original person to create an avatar with the same memories and aura, indistinguishable even to the closest of kin.

But such a Demon Secret Technique had long been lost to the Primordial Era, and Ao Qing could never have imagined that Ye Xuan possessed such divine skills.

“Child…

my child…

what…

what’s happening?”

The South Sea Dragon King was not foolish.

Seeing his surroundings, a great unease rose in his heart, knowing he had fallen into a grand scheme.

“Ye Xuan, what do you want?”

As he looked at Ye Xuan’s eerily cold smile, Ao Qing shuddered, his eyes revealing a hint of fear towards Ye Xuan.

Ao Qing did not fear Ye Xuan’s cultivation; he feared Ye Xuan’s methods.

This person was deceptively cunning and had played him like a puppet, clearly forcing him to make an unimaginable choice.

Suddenly, an Immortal Sword appeared in Ye Xuan’s hand, its chillingly cold blade pressed against the chest of the South Sea Dragon King.

Ye Xuan’s gaze toward Ao Qing now carried a trace of venomous intent.

“Didn’t I tell you that no one can wrong me, nor defy my will?”

“Now, you are presented with only two choices: either Bai Hong dies, or the South Sea Dragon King dies.

As for which decision you make, that’s entirely up to you.”

As Ye Xuan’s words settled, Ao Qing trembled all over, silent and stunned, collapsing powerlessly to sit in the emptiness.

Ye Xuan’s ultimatum clearly threw him into a dilemma.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety could never coexist; Ao Qing finally understood the meaning of this phrase.

On one side was Bai Hong, who had been as important as a mountain to him, a mentor like a father, without whom he would have long perished at the hands of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

On the other side was his old father, who had willingly suffered endless torment in the South Sea Sea Eye for the mistakes he had made for his sake.

Ao Qing, unable to choose, unwilling to choose, because no matter which side he chose, it would make him a grievously wicked person.

Regrettably, Ye Xuan had no so-called mercy in his heart.

The choice Ao Qing faced had to be made, even if he didn’t want to make it.

To kill a person, to cut out their heart, to remove the roots completely, that was Ye Xuan’s way of doing things.

In fact, the overall situation had already been decided.

With the aid of eight Great Demon Kings, even without the Dragon King of the South Sea in hand, Ao Qing could not withstand the advance of the eight Great Demon Kings; the inevitable fate of Bai Hong was nothing but death.

It was just that Ye Xuan committing this act was a demonstration for the eight Great Demon Kings, a kind of deterrence.

It was also a message to them: anyone who opposed Ye Xuan would not meet a good end.

At that moment, the eight Great Demon Kings watched with cold eyes, but a hint of wariness flickered through their gaze.

They had seen too many beings of great cultivation, had witnessed Daluo Golden Immortals in their lofty positions.

Yet never had anyone made them feel a silent fear, this fear stemming from Ye Xuan’s cruel and venomous methods.

In the eyes of the eight Great Demon Kings, Ye Xuan’s cultivation was not worth mentioning.

Even with some trump cards, a Taiyi Golden Immortal was a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the weakest among the eight Great Demon Kings was of that realm.

But what they witnessed today made them realize that Ye Xuan played with hearts as easily as clapping hands; his tactics were devious and ruthless.

If they did not guard against him, they might soon follow Ao Qing’s fate.

Death was dreadful, but living a life worse than death was even more terrifying.

The situation Ao Qing was in right now perfectly exemplified the dilemma of a fate worse than death.

“Ye…

Ye Xuan…

you…

let me go…

Please, let me go.”

Suddenly, Ao Qing knelt in the void, constantly kowtowing toward Ye Xuan, tears streaming from his eyes, prompting many Demon Kings to shake their heads in sighs, surprised that the proud Ao Qing had fallen to such a state.

Thud!

Ye Xuan pierced through the Dragon King of the South Sea’s chest with a sword, suddenly lifting him, eliciting a scream of pain from the Dragon King as blood sprayed from his chest, strikingly pitiful and beautiful.

“No!”

This scene caused Ao Qing to howl in grief and rage.

But amid his despairing gaze, Ye Xuan kept piercing the Dragon King of the South Sea’s body with sword after sword, creating numerous bloody holes across his body.

“Ah!”

The Immortal Sword penetrated the body, stirring flesh and blood, causing the Dragon King of the South Sea to groan miserably.

His life force was rapidly dissipating, obviously if it continued like this, he would certainly die at Ye Xuan’s hands.

“Little brother, kill me!”

Suddenly, Bai Hong roared in grief and rage, clutching Ao Qing’s arm firmly, bellowing like a madman.

Bai Hong knew that his demise was certain today, and Ye Xuan would never let him go.

He wanted to do one last good deed before dying, to spare Ao Qing from this life worse than death.

“Come on, little brother, kill me, kill me.”

Bai Hong gathered his last strength, manifested a dagger, and fiercely thrust it into Ao Qing’s hand.

He even directed Ao Qing’s hand holding the dagger, violently aiming it at his own forehead.

“No!”

Ao Qing cried out in sorrow, suddenly pushing Bai Hong away.

He firmly gripped the dagger, kneeling in the void, tears incessantly flowing from his eyes.

“Ao Qing, you shouldn’t have opposed me.”

Ye Xuan’s voice was cold and ruthless.

He suddenly pulled the Immortal Sword from the chest of the Dragon King of the South Sea, bringing with it a great deal of Dragon Blood.

The blood-drenched sword pointed at Ao Qing, he said menacingly, “Kill Bai Hong for me.”

“Kill Bai Hong!”