Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 849: 868: The 3rd Mysterious Small Cauldron

Chapter 849: Chapter 868: The 3rd Mysterious Small Cauldron

“Or do you truly consider yourself the foremost under the Saints?”

Zhang Heng’s body shone with a sinister light, the aura of grievances exploded violently, a dreadful killing intent spread, accompanied by the wailing of lost souls echoing through the heavens and void, a strand of unfathomable killing intent firmly locked onto Ye Xuan, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

“Do you want to die?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cruel smile curved at his lips, despite Zhang Heng being a Quasi-Saint, in Ye Xuan’s view, he was no different from an ant, since Ye Xuan was an existence surpassing a Quasi-Saint, he could eradicate Zhang Heng with a mere flick.

“Haha!”

Zhang Heng laughed wildly, as if he heard the most absurd joke, his eyes toward Ye Xuan resembling those he reserved for the dead, filled with utter disdain.

“Boy, I don’t care if you’re the Buddha from Lingshan or some other demon or ghost, in this Underworld no one dares to act presumptuously before this emperor. I can give you an opportunity, so long as you submit to me now, I shall spare you a path to survival,” Zhang Heng spoke coldly.

“Hmm?”

Observing Zhang Heng’s fearless demeanor, Ye Xuan’s brow furrowed slightly, a trace of suspicion flickered across his eyes, only because Zhang Heng seemed overconfident, confident to the point of blind arrogance.

What intrigued Ye Xuan most were the three Ghost Emperors behind Zhang Heng; their gaze toward Zhang Heng revealed fear, clearly indicating Zhang Heng possessed some sort of terrifying ability.

Ye Xuan’s sharp eyes never missed details, Zhang Heng was certainly no brute nor blindly prideful; upon entering the Underworld, Ye Xuan had injured the Naihe, inciting Meng Po to plead, and now sat alongside Minghe Ancestor, proving his dreadful existence among the Quasi-Saints.

Surely Zhang Heng wasn’t foolish; he must perceive that Ye Xuan’s cultivation exceeded his. Yet Zhang Heng seemed undaunted, as if he had Ye Xuan cornered.

Zhang Heng is peculiar!

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed, reaching a swift conclusion, though he remained unconcerned, knowing that regardless of Zhang Heng’s tricks, they were trivial to him, unless Zhang Heng could summon a Saint, Ye Xuan could kill him with ease.

“Zhang Heng, are you looking to die?”

Before Ye Xuan could speak, Minghe Ancestor rose, possessing some understanding of Zhang Heng, whose cultivation was Quasi-Saint but far beneath his own.

“Minghe, I call you Ancestor out of respect, do not deceive yourself,” Zhang Heng retorted coldly.

“Bold.”

Zhang Heng, merely a Northern Ghost Emperor, was insignificant in Minghe Ancestor’s eyes. Were it not for some chance leading him to the Quasi-Saint Realm, he wouldn’t be worthy of conversation today.

Yet today Zhang Heng dared to speak audaciously; if Minghe Ancestor didn’t teach him a lesson, it might invite mockery from all Underworld dwellers.

Rumble!

The Blood Sea surged violently, boundless malevolence arose; Minghe Ancestor, unquestionably a prominent Underworld figure, founder of the Asura Clan, renowned for his indestructible Blood Sea and undying Minghe, unleashed an awe-inspiring ferocity, causing a tumult across thousands of miles, a terrifying killing intent locked onto Zhang Heng.

“Die!”

Whish!

Minghe Ancestor wasted no words; he flipped his palm, summoning a million miles of Blood Sea in the void, causing the void and earth to fragment, imbued with an essence that suppresses all, surging toward Zhang Heng.

“Haha.”

Facing Minghe Ancestor’s terrifying strike, Zhang Heng was remarkably unflustered, his expression disdainful, as though he utterly dismissed Minghe Ancestor.

“Minghe, behold my emperor’s Spiritual Treasure.”

Zhang Heng laughed wildly, making no visible movement, simply flipping his hand to reveal a white jade Small Cauldron in his palm, astonishing the Underworld onlookers.

“Collect!”

Buzz!

With a casual toss, Zhang Heng released the white jade Small Cauldron, causing the heavens and earth to flicker unpredictably. Though the Small Cauldron appeared simple and unadorned and exuded no aura, it swallowed Minghe Ancestor’s million miles of Blood Sea entirely, returning serenely to Zhang Heng’s hand.

“Impossible!”

Witnessing this spectacle, Minghe Ancestor exclaimed in shock, utterly disbelieving his eyes.

His Blood Sea Technique was extremely potent, imbued with supremely vile essences that even a Quasi-Saint dared not touch, would disintegrate innate Spiritual Treasures upon contact. Yet Zhang Heng’s white jade Small Cauldron absorbed his Blood Sea Technique, a feat bordering on fantasy.

“Haha.”

Zhang Heng laughed with abandon, cradling the cauldron, exceedingly pleased as he disdainfully regarded Minghe Ancestor: “Minghe, my treasure is immune to all methods, none can kill me unless a Saint descends, regardless of your superior cultivation.”

“Your Majesty’s divine skills are boundless; we are in awe.”

The three Ghost Emperors bowed deeply, their posture extremely humble, evidently having suffered losses to this treasure. Their submission to Zhang Heng was due precisely to his possession of the Small Jade Cauldron that even Minghe Ancestor couldn’t defy, further solidifying their belief that Zhang Heng was unstoppable.

“Fengdu, surrender the Life and Death Book and submit to me henceforth, and I will spare your life,” Zhang Heng suddenly turned, glaring viciously at Emperor Fengdu.

“How could this be?”

Emperor Fengdu stood aghast, face ashen, unable to threaten Zhang Heng, even Minghe Ancestor. Was today his destined end?

“What treasure is that Small Cauldron to be so formidable?”

“I see, I see now, no wonder the Northern Ghost Emperor dismisses Minghe Ancestor, with such a divine item he naturally fears no one.’

“Alas, I thought Fengdu’s summoning of Minghe and Qingming Buddha would wrest control of the Five Ghost Regions, but it seems futile.”

The Underworld denizens exclaimed, looking at Zhang Heng with evident reverence, his white jade Small Cauldron frightening them immensely, even Minghe Ancestor couldn’t defeat him.

Just as Emperor Fengdu was dismayed, Minghe Ancestor was furious, the Underworld denizens were in uproar, none noticed Ye Xuan’s increasingly unstable state.

It appeared?

It appeared again?

The third Small Cauldron appeared?

Ye Xuan’s heart surged with towering waves of shock, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Heng’s white jade Small Cauldron, convinced he wasn’t mistaken. The two white jade Small Cauldrons he once acquired were identical to Zhang Heng’s, except Zhang Heng’s cauldron had more intricate patterns and could be used as a Magic Treasure.