Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 571 - 571 590 Winning without Fighting

571: Chapter 590: Winning without Fighting 571: Chapter 590: Winning without Fighting “Either perish in silence or erupt from it.”

Shen Tu eyed the finals just within his reach, and with it, the chance to marry the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden lay only a step away.

How could he resign himself to giving up now?

“Very well, very well, very well!”

Shen Tu bellowed, his expression twisted into a crazed frenzy as he repeated the word ‘very’ three times.

“Let this emperor see just what abilities the Poisonous Elder truly possesses.”

Since it had come to this, Shen Tu had nothing else to say.

He elevated his essence qi to the absolute peak and held the Life and Death Book in his hand, a terrifying surge of energy radiating around him.

A battle with his back to the wall, no advancing meant retreating; how could Shen Tu willingly admit defeat without a fight?

“Suppress!”

Shen Tu executed the Supreme Ghost Technique, a spectral glare and ghastly mist soared into the sky, as the Underworld’s treasure, the Life and Death Book, buzzed.

The Light of Six Paths of Reincarnation coiled out, bearing an immense force of suppression, crashing down on the Poisonous Elder.

“An amateur plays a lute for a musician!”

The Poisonous Elder spoke with scorn, making no visible moves, yet the Heaven and Earth Laws of this realm became tumultuous.

The vast spread of the cosmos abruptly greyed, while strands of Chaos Light Beam manifested around him.

“Turning the sky and flipping the earth!”

The Poisonous Elder roared as he pointed, and the immense region of the Chaos Arena twisted to the extreme.

Those strands of Chaos Light Beam descended from the cosmos, weaving a terrifying Star Map, completely enveloping the Chaos Arena within.

Clang!

The Life and Death Book was sent flying, the Light of Six Paths of Reincarnation shattered, and all one could see was Shen Tu screaming in terror, his spectral glow surging forth, enveloping his core in an attempt to withstand the Poisonous Elder’s extreme and terrifying technique.

Bang!

The spectral light exploded, blood sprayed across the sky, and Shen Tu let out a pitiful yell.

His aura shattered bit by bit, and his ethereal body of a Ghost Immortal collapsed continuously, like a falling comet, slamming out of the Chaos Arena.

Boom!

Countless Star Meteors were pierced by Shen Tu’s broken body.

The Poisonous Elder’s strike, which had condensed the Heaven and Earth Laws, sent Shen Tu flying millions of miles away, its earth-shaking power too fearsome to describe, for it was a Quasi-Saint’s attack—how could Shen Tu withstand it?

“Hmph, considering you are one of the Five Emperors of the Underworld, I shall spare your life today,” the Poisonous Elder said, hands clasped behind his back, his voice echoing through the vast cosmos.

Spurt!

Blood spurted from Shen Tu’s mouth as he dragged his ravaged body back from the depths of the cosmos, his body utterly ruined, the Life and Death Book in his hands motionless.

“I concede!”

Shen Tu clenched his teeth, and his fists were tight.

Despite his vast reluctance, when he faced the Quasi-Saint’s combative measures, he knew he was no match for the Poisonous Elder.

To continue fighting would only result in death and the obliteration of his path.

Thus, a battle without suspense concluded, and the outcome surprised none of the onlookers with great divine powers.

The Poisonous Elder exited the arena as the bell that echoed across millions of miles tolled, signaling the start of the second battle.

Ye Xuan, dressed in black, his hair streaming down his back, stepped out.

Quietly he appeared at the center of the Chaos Arena, with not a single trace of aura emanating from him.

The Netherworld Daoist’s figure was hunched, resembling an old man at the eve of twilight.

He strolled into the Chaos Arena and then gave Ye Xuan a slight smile.

Yet the look he cast at Ye Xuan was tinged with complexity.

“Please.”

Ye Xuan didn’t waste any words, nor did he underestimate the Netherworld Daoist because, in his perception, other than the Quasi-Saint Wan Poison Ancestor, this Netherworld Daoist could be considered the strongest at the entire event.

Even Shen Tu might not be able to defeat this Netherworld Daoist.

Beyond the azure sky or the yellow springs beneath, both realms were out of sight!

This Netherworld Daoist had been cultivating in secret within the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, his cultivation of the unfathomable Netherworld Immortal Scripture indeed made him a formidable adversary!

“Hold, Heavenly Emperor Ye!”

Before Ye Xuan could make a move, the Netherworld Daoist spoke softly, showing no indication of wanting to fight with Ye Xuan.

This surprised both Ye Xuan and the surrounding spectators wielding Great Divine Powers.

Fully sensing Ye Xuan’s confusion, the Netherworld Daoist let out a long sigh and said, “With a Quasi-Saint appearing, even if an old man like me fought to the death and defeated the Heavenly Emperor, I would still be no match for a Quasi-Saint.

So why should I bother fighting to the death with the Heavenly Emperor?”

“I concede defeat!”

Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding figures with Great Divine Powers, the Netherworld Daoist bowed his hands to Ye Xuan, his voice echoing through the Chaos Arena stretching over ten thousand miles.

At that moment!

Ye Xuan sighed in his heart, unsure whether he should be relieved or worried.

Ever since the Wan Poison Ancestor revealed his identity as a Quasi-Saint, the rest of the competitors had lost their fighting spirit.

The Netherworld Daoist had voluntarily surrendered, inadvertently granting victory to him.

“Heavenly Emperor Ye’s cultivation is peerless, I hold utmost admiration,” the Netherworld Daoist said hoarsely, directly exiting the Chaos Arena, which also symbolized Ye Xuan’s victory in this competition.

“What a clever tactic by the Netherworld Daoist!” exclaimed the Peng Demon in a deep voice, his eyes showing a touch of admiration.

Indeed, the Netherworld Daoist had made the right choice.

Even if the Netherworld Daoist had defeated Ye Xuan, he would have suffered significant injuries himself.

Moreover, he would have to face the Quasi-Saint Wan Poison Ancestor; defeat would have been the only outcome.

Dying at the hands of the Wan Poison Ancestor would have been an even greater loss.

By conceding, the Netherworld Daoist not only preserved his own cultivation strength but also owed Ye Xuan a favor, establishing a good relationship with him.

It was an extremely wise decision indeed.

Boom!

Suddenly, within the depths of the Star Sea, Holy Light spread far and wide.

Nuwa was seen walking from the depths of the Star Sea, her figure enveloped in the indestructible Holy Light that hid her features from view.

“Greetings, Mother Nuwa!”

As the Saint arrived, all beings worshiped.

The powerful figures with Divine Skills kneeled in homage, including the Quasi-Saint Wan Poison Ancestor.

The only one who did not kneel to Nuwa was Ye Xuan, standing in the center of the Chaos Arena.

“Big brother, quickly pay homage to the Saint!”

When the Peng Demon saw Ye Xuan remaining motionless, his face turned instantly pale, and he urgently sent a telepathic message, but received no response from Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan’s irreverence towards the Saint surely did not escape the eyes of all the figures with Great Divine Power, who turned to look at Ye Xuan, a trace of shock crossing their gazes.

Had Ye Xuan lost his mind?

He must have gone mad, with Mother Nuwa herself present and he neglecting to perform the kneeling salute.

Did he not value his own life?

Ye Xuan was courting death.

Beneath Saints, all are mere ants, and if he managed to displease Mother Nuwa, she could annihilate him in an instant.