Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 552 - 552 571 The Terrifying Netherworld Daoist

552: Chapter 571: The Terrifying Netherworld Daoist 552: Chapter 571: The Terrifying Netherworld Daoist “Seal!”

Shen Tu was emanating light, a gloomy radiance capable of obliterating all things.

He moved his hands, forming spell after spell, which made the vast Blood Sea roar and rage, ultimately suppressing the Three-eyed Ghost Child deep within its depths.

“Ah!”

The Three-eyed Ghost Child let out a pitiful wail as the Green Ghost Copper Ring crumbled inch by inch in the Blood Sea, and his Ghost Immortal body was being eroded by the Blood Sea.

Even his Primordial Spirit was dimming and lusterless.

“It’s impossible…

absolutely impossible…

Why can’t the Prison Ghost Triple Kill Formation kill you?” the Three-eyed Ghost Child bellowed furiously while being suppressed in the vast Blood Sea, his eyes blood-red with unwillingness as he roared at Shen Tu.

“My good disciple, have you forgotten?

The Prison Ghost Triple Kill Formation that you stole from your master is, unfortunately, incomplete.

You can rest in peace now,” Shen Tu said with a contemptuous cold sneer, his chest wound rapidly healing.

Stepping forward, he suddenly appeared in the center of the Blood Sea.

Among the Three-eyed Ghost Child’s desolate and unwilling roars, Shen Tu sent a palm strike crushing down on him, turning him to ash and wiping him out of existence.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The vast Blood Sea surged and roared, continuing until Shen Tu withdrew his spell, and it slowly dissipated like a bubble, bringing sudden quiet to the entire Chaos Arena.

“Is there any Daoist here who would care to enlighten me with a challenge?” Shen Tu asked, hands behind his back, gazing down indifferently at the various Great Divine Power wielders, exuding the supreme majesty of an Underworld Ghost Emperor.

East Ghost Emperor Shen Tu, one of the five great emperors of the Underworld—it wasn’t just a title; he possessed cultivation that reached through the Heaven and Earth and was situated within the Daluo Nine Layer Heaven.

Not to mention his Ghost Dao Great Technique, which was at its pinnacle.

Even among these thousand-odd Daluo Golden Immortals present, he stood at the absolute summit.

The majesty of the Ghost Emperor was too resplendent, too formidable, making others wary of approaching.

No one dared step forward to challenge him, knowing very well they were no match for Shen Tu.

If they did, they would only become one of the lost souls beneath his hand.

Shen Tu’s gaze swept across the various Great Divine Power wielders as his eyes opened and closed.

When his gaze met with Ye Xuan’s, his expression briefly faltered, then a hint of disdain curled up at the corner of his mouth before he withdrew his sight.

A blatant provocation!

Ye Xuan could fully sense Shen Tu’s disdain and that he did not regard him at all.

Clearly, the previous overt courtesies from Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden toward Ye Xuan had already turned him into a thorn in Shen Tu’s side.

Naturally, Shen Tu wanted to defeat Ye Xuan personally in front of the Mysterious Maiden to prove the might of the East Ghost Emperor.

“Big brother, it seems Shen Tu completely disregards you, doesn’t he?” Peng Demon spoke with a slight instigating intent, teasing Ye Xuan.

“You talk too much!”

Suddenly, Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he looked towards Peng Demon.

A chill and sharp light flickered in his eyes, causing Peng Demon’s face to stiffen, followed by a flattering smile, without further teasing Ye Xuan.

However, a glint of sinister light fleetingly crossed the depths of his eyes before vanishing.

An interesting event was unfolding!

Shen Tu sat in meditation at the center of the Chaos Arena, closing his eyes as if an old monk in meditation, restoring his spirit until a year had passed, and still, no one dared to enter the ring and battle him.

Ding!

The bell rang, marking the end of the year.

Shen Tu slowly opened his eyes and indifferently walked out of the Chaos Arena, which also signified his advancement to the second round.

“Netherworld abounds, lost souls see off; this Daoist has lived deep within the Netherworld for long.

Which Daoist is willing to battle with me?” the Netherworld Daoist’s face was withered, his form slightly hunched as though he was a decrepit old man on the verge of death, and he even breathed heavily as he spoke, lacking any semblance of the might of the strong.

One step, two steps, three steps…

Without stepping through the air or displaying supreme majesty, the Netherworld Daoist slowly walked step by step onto the Chaos Arena, and then, hunched over, his gaze swept towards the various cultivators endowed with Great Divine Power.

“What Netherworld Daoist?

I have never heard of such a person.

Let me see how capable you really are.”

A thunderous roar that could split the sky and the earth resounded, and a Daluo Golden Immortal with the head of a dragon and the body of a human burst forth, with the sound of an exploding starry sky echoing from within his body.

“Ha ha, that foolish dragon Daoist finally couldn’t hold back.”

“In my opinion, that foolish dragon Daoist is just picking on the weak, taking advantage of the so-called Netherworld Daoist who appears too feeble, allowing him to demonstrate his mighty divine prowess.”

“Do you all know who this Netherworld Daoist is?”

Voices of discussion from all sides were heard, clearly, the Netherworld Daoist was not famous, and the powerful practitioners were extremely ignorant of the Netherworld Daoist.

“This young Evil Dragon is truly seeking death, daring to trouble the Netherworld Daoist.” Outside the arena, the Peng Demon’s expression was somber, and his gaze towards the foolish dragon Daoist was like looking at a dead man.

Within the Chaos Arena.

As soon as the foolish dragon Daoist entered the arena, he looked at the Netherworld Daoist with extreme contempt and said, “What Netherworld Daoist?

If you surrender willingly…”

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew over, the foolish dragon Daoist’s figure froze, his speech abruptly stopped, and his eyes became vacant at that moment.

What happened next caused the various practitioners of Great Divine Power to be stunned, their bodies and minds trembling slightly.

Whoosh!

The robust body of the foolish dragon Daoist collapsed like a tower of sand, his flesh withering away to nothing, and in just a few breaths, he turned into a skeleton.

The Primordial Spirit within his Sea of Consciousness screamed sharply before suddenly shattering into a sky full of golden light.

Whoosh!

A cosmic gale blew over, and the skeleton of the foolish dragon Daoist turned to dust with the wind, silently dispersing between Heaven and Earth, leaving not a single trace behind.

Absolute silence ensued; the starry sky was voiceless.

As this eerie scene unfolded, no sign of life could be heard from all around the starry sky until the sound of sharp intakes of breath continued to be heard after several moments.

No one knew what had happened, nor did anyone know why the foolish dragon Daoist had fallen, but all the powerful practitioners knew that the disappearance of the foolish dragon Daoist had to be greatly related to the Netherworld Daoist.

“What terrifying divine power!”

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void, gazing at the Netherworld Daoist with an expression of intense solemnity.

If he were to compare this Netherworld Daoist with Shen Tu, Ye Xuan would be absolutely certain that the Netherworld Daoist was much stronger than Shen Tu.

This strength was not in terms of Cultivation, but rather in the aspect of Combat Divine Power because the Netherworld Daoist had just silently scattered the soul of the foolish dragon Daoist, who was only at the fifth layer of Daluo, to death.

In this respect, the Netherworld Daoist’s means were more sophisticated than Shen Tu’s.

“The reputation of the Netherworld Daoist is indeed well-deserved.

If I were to face him, I’m afraid it might not end well for me either.” The Peng Demon muttered to himself, heaviness apparent in his eyes.

“Cough cough cough!”

In the center of the Chaos Arena, the Netherworld Daoist coughed lightly several times.

He was still in the guise of a frail old man, with no aura of might about him, but at this moment his hoarse and old voice rose again.

“I wonder if there is another Daoist friend who would like to enlighten me?”

“You killed my brother, the wise dragon.

I must see what despicable and shameless means you have used.”