Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 828: 847 Interrogation

Chapter 828: Chapter 847 Interrogation

Green mountains and clear waters, a gentle breeze blowing.

This is a nameless mountain, with lush vegetation, and occasionally birds fly out of the forest, their melodious chirping echoing.

At the peak of the mountain, the grass is verdant; the body of Guanghan Fairy lies across the ground. Her face is peaceful and serene, but the blood mark on her neck is too glaring, and there’s no longer any sign of life around her.

The Soul Destruction Blood Saber, capable of killing all creatures, whoever is slain by this blade, their soul scattered and destroyed.

Ye Xuan stands at the pinnacle, shrouded by the Chaos Mysterious Fog, but his melancholy eyes quietly gaze at Guanghan Fairy, while beside him, Zhu Rong, covered in blood, is bound by a chain of black light, unable to move at all.

“Sleep, sleep well, when you wake up, there will no longer be right or wrong in this world.” Ye Xuan murmured hoarsely.

“Who are you?”

Zhu Rong growled in question, because, as he watched Ye Xuan’s back, he became increasingly familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere, but couldn’t recall.

Buzz!

A palm swept through the void, the void fluctuated, and a Crystal Coffin appeared. Ye Xuan seemed not to hear Zhu Rong’s questioning, but gently placed Guanghan Fairy’s body into the Crystal Coffin, and then stored it in the Sumeru Space.

Woo!

The wild wind roared, dispersing the mist around Ye Xuan, who finally slowly turned to look at Zhu Rong, revealing his original appearance.

Quiet, silent, deathly silent.

When Ye Xuan’s familiar face entered Zhu Rong’s sight, Zhu Rong’s roar ceased, and he stood there as if soulless, only his tremorous body betraying his unpeaceful heart.

“It’s… it’s you… it’s actually you?”

After several breaths, Zhu Rong screamed in horror, no longer exhibiting his previous ferocity, now looking at Ye Xuan with an expression of fear.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible, weren’t you suppressed by the Western Two Saints in the Western Paradise? How could you possibly escape from the hands of the Saints?”

Zhu Rong muttered in horror, feeling as if he had fallen into a nightmare from which he couldn’t wake up, as he knew well that after Ye Xuan’s battle with the Ancient Demon Court, he had long been suppressed by the Western Two Saints and could not possibly reappear in the Three Realms.

It was at this moment that Zhu Rong gradually calmed down; he suddenly realized something!

Why were the six Ancestor Witches no match, why did the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Formation result in a crushing defeat, why could the opponent easily suppress him.

It turns out, the opponent was Ye Xuan, the same Ye Xuan who stepped the two Great Demon Emperors under his feet!

A person who even the two Great Demon Emperors couldn’t defeat, a person who dared to act against Saints, a person with unfathomably terrifying cultivation, and this person was the Heavenly Emperor Ye, venerated by the Three Realms.

Understood, Zhu Rong understood everything, his face showing an extremely bitter smile, and he cursed himself internally for being too foolish. There are only so many people with such terrifying cultivation in the Three Realms, countable on one’s fingers, and Ye Xuan happens to be one of them.

“Zhu Rong, long time no see.”

Ye Xuan spoke calmly, waving away the black chains on Zhu Rong, not displaying any aggressive means, just like an old friend speaking to Zhu Rong.

At this moment, looking at Ye Xuan’s calm face, Zhu Rong’s expression turned grim, and he gradually calmed himself down, knowing he couldn’t escape from Ye Xuan.

“Heavenly Emperor Ye, you truly have great skills, managing to escape from the Western Two Saints and slaughtering our Witch Clan’s people in our Ancestral Land, not even sparing Chang’e.” Zhu Rong spoke sarcastically, although careful observation would reveal an undisguised fear in his gaze towards Ye Xuan.

Zhu Rong was very surprised, knowing Guanghan Fairy and Ye Xuan had a significant past; Ye Xuan even married her in the past. Why would he personally kill Guanghan Fairy? Could it be because she was the Holy Daughter of the Witch Clan?

Suddenly, as Zhu Rong finished speaking, the temperature of this world plummeted as if entering a harsh winter; a cold gaze fell upon Zhu Rong, causing him to shiver, an immense fear welling in his heart.

To sever emotion and destroy love, falling into a demonic heart, was something Ye Xuan felt extremely guilty about, a great regret in his heart, and Zhu Rong’s words naturally stirred his emotions, a terrifying killing intent rising within him.

However, this killing intent came and went quickly, and in a moment, Ye Xuan calmed down.

“Zhu Rong, do you wish to live or die?” Ye Xuan’s killing intent dissipated; he spoke nostalgically, walking to Zhu Rong, gazing at him calmly.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Zhu Rong’s expression became unpredictable; he didn’t know what Ye Xuan planned for him, but since the other didn’t kill him immediately, there was clearly another purpose.

“What if I want to die? What if I want to live?” Zhu Rong looked up at Ye Xuan, his voice heavy.

“If you wish to die, I will kill you here, and there will no longer be an Ancestor Witch named Zhu Rong in this world.”

“If you wish to live, I need you to answer a few questions, and I can let you leave this place.”

Ye Xuan’s expression was indifferent, speaking to himself as if discussing something insignificant, yet hearing this, Zhu Rong’s eyes became suddenly sharp.

“Though I am an Ancestor Witch, I naturally don’t want to die. What does Heavenly Emperor Ye want to ask?” Zhu Rong replied coldly.

“The first question, where are Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang now?” Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze from the sky, his eyes falling back on Zhu Rong, his voice hoarse and low.

“Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang?”

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Zhu Rong was taken aback, then looked at Ye Xuan with a somewhat strange expression, a sneer appearing on his face.

“Heavenly Emperor Ye, it seems you also know that among the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches, the most formidable ones are Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang. Are you planning to defeat us one by one?”

Zhu Rong sneered repeatedly, “But don’t blame me for not telling you; Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang, one masters the power of time, the other controls the power of space, even if you intend to defeat them one by one, you cannot kill them. The power of space-time is the most unpredictable, and even the Saints have no means against them.”

“Moreover, Heavenly Emperor Ye, I must warn you, besides Zhu Jiuyin and Emperor Jiang, we have another Ancestor Witch, Houtu. With just her alone, you may not prevail. I advise you not to target our Witch Clan; otherwise, you will face unimaginable repercussions from our Witch Clan in the future.”

Zhu Rong spoke sharply, trying to intimidate Ye Xuan, and what he said was not false, hoping Ye Xuan would have scruples.

Watching Zhu Rong’s continuous chatter, Ye Xuan frowned slightly, “It seems you still haven’t understood your situation. I didn’t intend to make things difficult for you, but it seems if I don’t tidy you up a bit, you won’t tell me the answers I seek!”