Urban Undying Lord
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The chaos shook the heavens and earth, and the malicious energy darkened the sky.

As the Quanrong general slashed down with his blade, it was as if heavenly thunder had triggered an earthquake, fully igniting the gloomy negative emotions that Ye Xuan had been bitterly suppressing.

“Boom!”

The endless heavenly vault was shrouded in darkness, with tens of thousands of blood-red bolts of lightning flashing across it.

The boundless grassland trembled wildly for ten thousand miles, the earth began to crack, dust flew, and the ten thousand miles of space twisted terrifyingly.

Ye Xuan’s eyes were lowered, his expression unclear to those looking on, but when he slowly raised his head, his dreadful, blood-red eyes swirled continuously with an aura that could obliterate everything.

“Bang!”

Merely with a glance from Ye Xuan, the Quanrong general didn’t even get the chance to scream before he burst into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating into the void.

This scene shocked hundreds of thousands of Quanrong soldiers and left Zhao Gou and other officers in dead silence, all staring at Ye Xuan’s silhouette, their faces filled with horror.

“Die!”

Words followed by the law, all things collapsed; a simple word resonated in all directions of heaven and earth, painting a scene of a blood sea and rivers of blood—so horrifying that it was inhuman.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The void collapsed, and demon light shook the heavens.

Inch by inch of the Heavenly Demon Light obliterated everything across the ten thousand miles of boundless grassland.

Hundreds of thousands of Quanrong soldiers screamed in agony as they were wiped out by the Heavenly Demon Light.

The blood mist that burst forth wafted between heaven and earth, carrying a nauseating scent so strong that Zhao Gou and the other officers nearly vomited from it.

All things were buried, and heaven and earth were silent.

Ye Xuan didn’t even need to lift a finger; just the power of the Heavenly Demon he unleashed was enough to create a scene of a blood sea of corpses.

He stood bathing in the blood mist, his arms slowly stretching out, his face showing a hint of intoxication, and his sinister, horrifying red eyes became even more terrifying and intimidating.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, the light of the Heavenly Demon surrounding Ye Xuan vanished, and he fell to the ground powerless.

Yet the rain of blood that drifted for ten thousand miles convinced Zhao Gou and the rest that this was not a dream—what they had witnessed was indeed real.

“He…

He alone annihilated the Quanrong’s army of hundreds of thousands?”

Looking at Ye Xuan’s unconscious face, Zhao Gou’s body trembled, his complexion becoming deathly pale, hardly able to believe his own eyes.

To Zhao Gou’s knowledge, not even a Cultivator at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage could annihilate hundreds of thousands of troops; that was a feat of Immortals, a different level of existence entirely.

“Could he…

could he be an Immortal?” Zhao Gou murmured in shock, his eyes shifting subtly as he looked at Ye Xuan as though beholding a rare treasure.

“Your Highness, we should leave quickly.

Whether this man is an Immortal or not, given his brutal methods, if he wakes up, Your Highness might even face a life and death tribulation,” one general advised tremblingly.

“Yes, Your Highness, this person must be a Cultivator of the Demon Path.

We should leave posthaste,” another officer continued to counsel.

Clearly, Ye Xuan’s brutal methods were too terrifying, causing these mortals to feel intense fear, not wanting to have the slightest contact with Ye Xuan.

Unfortunately for them, Zhao Gou was a man of immense ambition.

He, too, feared Ye Xuan’s brutal methods, but he coveted the power Ye Xuan possessed.

Amid fear and horror, a rush of excitement tinged his emotions.

If he could keep Ye Xuan by his side, not only could he secure the throne of the small Saint Nation, but toppling the Ten Countries would also be a breeze.

As this uncontrollable thought rose from the depths of Zhao Gou’s heart, his face flushed with excitement and his body trembled with eagerness.

He finally made a wildly crazy decision.

“Someone, prepare my horse.”

Zhao Gou waved his large hand, directly ordering a soldier to lead over a war steed, then he himself went to Ye Xuan’s side, hoisted Ye Xuan’s body up, and placed him upon the horse.

“Your Highness, have you lost your mind?”

Such a scene caused the generals and soldiers to cry out in astonishment, looking at Zhao Gou with eyes that displayed the utmost horror.

No wonder the generals and soldiers reacted so, for Ye Xuan’s origins were unknown, as was his background.

If he were brought back to the Small Holy Kingdom, and upon waking started a bloody massacre, it might lead to the annihilation of their kingdom.

“Let no one speak of today’s affairs.

Should I learn that anyone has spread word of this day, don’t blame me for putting aside the loyalty between sovereign and subject,” Zhao Gou chillingly surveyed the generals and soldiers, his voice extremely cold.

Looking at Zhao Gou’s sinister features, the generals and soldiers exchanged glances, but could only manage helpless, bitter smiles.

They were all Zhao Gou’s confidants and naturally followed his lead closely, which left them with no choice but to nod in agreement.

…

Small Holy Kingdom, Imperial Palace.

Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, radiant and splendid.

On a dragon couch lay Ye Xuan, his countenance twisted in agony, with streaks of Demon Light occasionally tracing across his face.

Two palace maids, slender and with beautiful figures, were using a handkerchief to continuously wipe the cold sweat from Ye Xuan’s forehead.

As for this mysterious youth brought back by the second prince, the palace maids had already grown accustomed to the anomaly.

Ye Xuan had been in a coma for half a year.

He wasn’t oblivious to his surroundings; it’s just that he had been constantly suppressing the negative emotions harbored within his Primordial Spirit, or else he would have awoken much earlier.

Ye Xuan also knew exactly where he was and understood that Zhao Gou was the second prince of the Small Holy Kingdom.

He didn’t need to guess Zhao Gou’s ambitions to know a thing or two about them.

By a pool of water, where steam rose in wisps, Ye Xuan, attended by the two palace maids, was bathing and changing.

Over the past half-year, the palace maids had grown accustomed to their duties, no longer shy as at the beginning.

Yet the two palace maids were puzzled, not knowing who the person they served was, nor why the second prince valued him so highly.

Suddenly,

The steam billowed, the void around them seemed to stagnate, and Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

A glint of black light flashed from the depths of his eyes, causing the two palace maids, in the midst of washing his body, to freeze in surprise, the atmosphere turning somewhat tense.

Whoosh!

A black garment floated out from the Sumeru Space, and amidst the shimmering light, Ye Xuan’s clothed form vanished from the pond.

When he reappeared, he was already seated cross-legged on the bed.

“My…

My lord…

You…

You’ve awoken?”

The two palace maids timidly spoke, quickly covering themselves to hide their indiscreet charms, their cheeks blushing further.

Regrettably, to Ye Xuan, the two palace maids were not worth a second glance, clearly no different in his eyes from powdered skeletons.

After all, Ye Xuan had once taken liberties with the Guanghan Fairy, so how could he regard two mortal women?

“Go summon your master to see me.”

Ye Xuan spoke calmly, an authority inherent in his tone as one who was superior; this left the palace maids unwilling to delay.

After quickly straightening their garments, they hastily departed the room.

Before long, urgent footsteps approached from outside the palace, and as the door gently opened, Zhao Gou, clad in a dragon robe, entered.

Seeing Ye Xuan restored to consciousness, a flush of excitement crossed his face.

“Junior Zhao Gou pays respects to Senior.”

Zhao Gou swiftly closed the distance in just a few steps, striding towards Ye Xuan.

Casting aside any royal dignity, he directly prostrated himself beneath Ye Xuan, assuming an extremely abject posture.