Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 803: 822 September Cold Crow

Chapter 803: Chapter 822 September Cold Crow

Ghostly wails echoed as the ominous wind dissipated. Ye Xuan walked leisurely, heading directly along the stairway path toward the second level of the Nine Nether Tower.

The Nine Nether Tower was divided into nine levels, imprisoning many earthly fiends, as well as some demons and ghostly entities.

Earthly fiends was merely a general term; among them were immortals and members of the demon race, each listing individuals from various tribes, all considered to be scourges of their respective eras.

“Boy, seeing your body covered in Buddha light, did you commit a grave mistake in Lingshan and thus ended up imprisoned in the Nine Nether Tower?”

Just as Ye Xuan stepped onto the second level, a black crow flapped its wings and flew toward him. This crow was entirely black, with piercing emerald green eyes. As it neared Ye Xuan, an intense chill filled the surrounding space.

“A mutant of heaven and earth, a September Cold Crow?”

Ye Xuan gazed at the black crow, a look of astonishment flickering across his eyes. During the primordial times, there were many mutant beasts of heaven and earth. However, in this era, they were either extinct or vanished without a trace, and the September Cold Crow was an exceedingly rare mutant beast with extremely terrifying great divine powers.

Ye Xuan hadn’t expected to encounter a September Cold Crow in the Nine Nether Tower, especially one with such a densely chilling aura, whose cultivation had already reached the peak of Daluo. In the Three Realms, this crow would definitely be a figure commanding respect.

“Heh, you have some insight, kid. Aren’t you going to pay your respects to your Grandfather Crow?” The September Cold Crow sneered arrogantly, its eyes surveying Ye Xuan with great amusement, as if cat playing with a mouse.

“This little bird is quite interesting, to dare act so impudently towards me.”

Instead of getting angry, Ye Xuan smiled faintly. Just as the September Cold Crow hesitated, he extended his hand toward it, awakening the crow with a terrifying burst of ferocious energy.

“What an arrogant little bald thief, daring to tease your grandaunt!”

Roar!

The September Cold Crow, as a celestial mutant, had the innate divine ability of Nine Yin Cold Water, a dreadful skill that even a Daluo Golden Immortal would not dare to touch, for fear of having their physical body turned to icy dust and their primordial spirit destroyed.

Now truly infuriated, the September Cold Crow spewed a mouthful of Nine Yin Cold Water, the chilling energy instantly turning Ye Xuan into an ice sculpture, freezing him in place.

“Little monk, you do not realize what the Nine Nether Tower is. Upon entry, you shaven-headed thieves will never achieve rebirth for eternity.”

The Cold Crow sneered repeatedly, transforming into a black-clad young girl, hopping around Ye Xuan like she was appreciating a beautiful artwork.

Crack!

Suddenly, an unusual sound came, causing the September Cold Crow’s face to freeze, then her eyes widened rapidly as she retreated several steps, because what happened next shook her to her very core.

Bang!

The void exploded with a thunderous boom, Buddha light shone resolutely, shattering the ice sculpture that was Ye Xuan and revealing his true form, as he looked nonchalantly at the September Cold Crow.

“The Nine Yin Cold Water, only so-so.”

Ye Xuan spoke gently, stepping toward the September Cold Crow. At this moment, the crow shrieked, transforming into a black light trying to flee to the upper levels of the Nine Nether Tower.

Frightening, exceedingly frightening, this young monk ignored the Nine Yin Cold Water and burst from the ice. This realization sent chills through the very soul of the September Cold Crow.

Her Nine Yin Cold Water could freeze all things, striking any living creature with catastrophic destruction. Even the quasi-saint old monk who came before was frozen into an ice sculpture, although he was gravely wounded and near death, unable to resist. Yet this demonstrated the terrifying nature of Nine Yin Cold Water, not even a quasi-saint could withstand it.

“Come.”

The void of myriad Buddhas, the Buddha Kingdom in the palm, sands of time slipping away, one world obliterated as Ye Xuan reached out, deploying the newly mastered Buddha Palm Kingdom, instantly causing the void to crumble, and the September Cold Crow felt as if she was stuck in a quagmire, her eyes filled with various Buddha kingdom visions.

Rumble!

The Divine Power Technique of all Buddhas, One Dream Bodhi, Buddha Palm Kingdom was a technique of the divine power used by the Western Two Saints. Though Ye Xuan was not a saint, when he used this saint technique, even a quasi-saint could not escape, let alone a mere September Cold Crow.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream came out from the September Cold Crow’s mouth as she reverted to her true form, now held tightly in Ye Xuan’s hand, her flapping wings in utter chaos, eyes filled with utmost fear.

“Father, save me!”

The September Cold Crow screamed for help, her trembling and choking plea echoing throughout the Nine Nether Tower. At this moment, the tower shuddered violently, an unimaginably vast icy light of heaven and earth descended upon Ye Xuan.

“Little monk, release my daughter.”

The icy wind of heaven and earth, laws stagnated, the voice was ancient and ice-cold, filling the passage of ages with frigidity, restraining the power of laws in the void. A brutally harsh ice law transformed into a prison, binding Ye Xuan.

“Hmm?”

“Defeated the young one, and here comes an elder?”

Ye Xuan paused slightly. With his cultivation, even a slight exploration allowed him to perceive the one attacking him was a quasi-saint, and by the similarity of auras to the September Cold Crow in his hand, it was apparent they were closely related by blood.

“Let me go, or my father will surely kill you.” The September Cold Crow shouted fiercely, her body enveloped in cold light, transforming into a black-clad girl once more, struggling continuously in Ye Xuan’s hand with terrifying cold light swirling to freeze Ye Xuan and flee from his grasp.

“Noisy!”

Rumble!

Ye Xuan frowned. Unfamiliar with offering indulgence, he promptly swung his hand toward the black-clad girl’s face.

Slap!

A loud slap echoed, accompanied by a sharp scream, the black-clad girl’s fair cheek clearly marked with a red imprint of fingers, her tender neck firmly grasped by Ye Xuan, rendering her utterly dumbfounded on the spot.

“You… you dare hit me… you dare hit me?”

“Even my parents have never hit me, and I, your grandaunt, will kill you.”

Three breaths passed, with the icy girl’s face flushing red, entirely forgetting that her life remained in Ye Xuan’s hold, she turned into a frenzied girl, swinging her arms to strike at Ye Xuan.

Slap!

Ye Xuan frowned, reversing his hand to slap the black-clad girl’s other cheek, the loud slap sound piercing and causing the girl to cover her cheeks, completely dumbfounded.

“If you dare to make another sound, this humble monk will ensure you die without a burial place, understand?”

Ye Xuan spoke with a smile, gradually tightening his fingers, causing the girl’s face to turn blue and purple, her eyes once again shimmering with fear, her fair eyes welling with moisture, struggling painfully in midair.

“Dare you! You court death!”

Heaven-shaking roar, extremely furious, an icy light figure arrived violently, icy light of heaven and earth transformed into an imprisoning law, directly slamming toward Ye Xuan as if they bore a deep-seated hatred against him.