Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1218: No Need for the Divine Monarch to Worry About My People in the Netherworld

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218: No Need for the Divine Monarch to Worry About My People in the Netherworld

Hu Yixian saw Huo Yunjiao’s confidence, as if everything was under her control, and felt an indescribable suffocation in his heart.

After a long while, his voice softened, and he gently asked, "The Divine Monarch wants me to ask the Emperor, if you did not personally kill Aruan, why did you not explain?"

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips curled into a cold smirk, her voice deep and tinged with a hint of chill, "Did you give me a chance to explain? I am the master of countless beings. It is a known fact that Aruan would face divine retribution for trying to take my heart. Does your Fox Clan not understand this simple principle?

She was desperate to save her brother, and then she just left, causing millions of Undead in the Netherworld to become restless. I was severely injured, my soul unstable, and yet I had to expend Divine Power to suppress countless Evil Puppets and Undead.

By the time I learned that she was executed by the twelve ancestral witches arranged by Heavenly Dao and rushed to save her, I didn’t even see her body. Your Fox Clan’s Divine Monarch led fifty-two ancient Divine Beasts to attack me like crazy!

Aruan was carrying my child in her womb, and she never expressed any regret to me before she died. From beginning to end, who among you offered me an explanation?"

Hu Yixian felt the injustice and sadness in Huo Yunjiao and was left speechless.

Huo Yunjiao was truly angered, her already pale face growing uglier as her chest heaved rapidly.

He exhaled softly, his cold eyes fixed on Hu Yixian, and said sternly, "Go back and tell your Divine Monarch that I have helped Aruan through both the calamity of love and the calamity of life and death. From now on, she belongs to my Netherworld. Don’t foolishly think about getting her back to Tu Mountain. I don’t need him to worry about my people."

Hearing Huo Yunjiao declare that Fox Clan’s Aruan would belong to the Netherworld in the future, Hu Yixian immediately became furiously embarrassed, "Aruan died in the Netherworld, and there was already enmity over a stolen heart between you. How can people not suspect?

Go ask the people around you if they also think you personally killed Aruan to avenge the stolen heart!"

Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng, who were fighting at that moment, changed expressions upon hearing this.

Indeed, Fox Clan’s Aruan died in the Netherworld, her death too sudden and too brutal.

They all believed that the Emperor, out of love turned to hatred, personally killed her.

Ming Tianheng, who had witnessed the Emperor’s thousand-year scheming firsthand, slowly realized that things were not so simple.

The twelve ancestral witches belonged to the ancient Witch Clan, capable of summoning Pangu’s true form, creating and destroying worlds, unmatched by any but the Heavenly Dao.

Although Fox Clan’s Aruan was not killed by the Emperor, her fall was indeed due to him.

It was regrettable that the other party was too greedy to steal the heart of the Emperor of Fengdu.

Huo Yunjiao’s narrow, fierce eyes reddened slightly at the corners, enduring the pain of her soul nearly bursting out of her body, she slowly said, "Back then, the Fox Clan’s Divine Monarch sacrificed the hearts of a hundred thousand irredeemable Puppets in the Netherworld River using my heart, but I did not pursue it.

However, Aruan took my heart, and she must pay the price for that past action with her life and heart, making her the Empress of Feidu City. Our child will inherit Feidu City in the future."

He looked every bit the born ruler, gazing down at Hu Yixian with a commanding presence, declaring his dominion with a natural nobility in every gesture.

Hu Yixian glared provocatively, "That also depends on whether the Tu Mountain Fox Clan agrees!"

Huo Yunjiao glanced at him, his eyes sharp, the corners of his mouth barely curling, "If Aruan agrees, it’s enough. She is destined to be a person of Feidu City."

The two argued incessantly over Qin Ruan’s final belonging, when suddenly a shadow flew in front of them.

Ji Shuzhen, battered and thrown harshly to the ground, landed right at the feet of Hu Yixian and Huo Yunjiao.

"Damn!" Hu Yixian, unable to contain his anger, fiercely kicked the person, venting his unresolved rage.

Huo Yunjiao looked down from his elevated position, his excessively pale and icy fingertips emanating a faint golden light.

As Ji Shuzhen prepared to get up, streams of golden light, like threads of gold, wrapped around her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Painful screams erupted from her mouth.

This seemed like a signal, Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng quickly finished their battle, and subdued the remaining members of the Witch Clan.

After all, it was not the arrival of the twelve Witch Ancestors’ true bodies in the Human Realm; the legacy they had received was still not enough to contend with the legions of Netherworld Gods.

Everything was over in the blink of an eye.

Hu Yixian seemed to sense something, quickly returned to the side of Lan An and the others, exchanged glances with them, and disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the sound of car horns came from outside the building.

Not long after, Qin Ruan entered the living room under the escort of Huo Zhi and other Hidden Guards, and seeing the room in disarray, she frowned slightly.

She instinctively looked toward Huo Yunjiao standing in the center of the room, his demeanor elegant and outstanding like a crane among chickens.

The latter’s face was pale, his eyes harboring a gentle smile as he gazed adoringly at Qin Ruan.

Seeing that he was unharmed, Qin Ruan let out a slight sigh of relief and asked in perplexity, "What is going on?"

Huo Yunjiao opened his arms to her, "Aruan, come here."

Qin Ruan walked toward him with heavy steps, pausing as she passed by Ji Shuzhen who was bound by Nether Power.

Her eyes slightly reddened, she surveyed the other with a calm and cold expression.

Huo Yunjiao walked behind Qin Ruan, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and a golden glowing sword, condensed by Nether Power, materialized in his hands.

The sword was handed to Qin Ruan, and a deep, gentle voice sounded in her ear.

"Aruan, kill her."

The tone of the command brooked no argument.

Qin Ruan loosely grasped the light sword, radiating an endlessly chilling aura and felt the slow heartbeat of the person behind her, transmitting from his chest.

It beat only faintly every few seconds, which was not normal.

She wanted to turn back and ask her elder if he was feeling unwell again, but he was already pushing the sword in her hands toward Ji Shuzhen.

Already tormented by the pain of the Nether Divine Power, Ji Shuzhen’s soul tore apart when the light sword, condensed by the power of the Netherworld Emperor, pierced her body.

The pain was beyond description, her heart-wrenching scream echoed through the entire building.

"Boom!"

"Boom Boom!!!"

The sudden piercing screams, along with the thunderclap outside, startled Qin Ruan, her eyes slightly widened in shock.

She instinctively stepped back, colliding into Huo Yunjiao standing behind her.

The Huo Yunjiao behind her, his handsome face as pale as paper, nearly translucent.

Enduring the thunderclaps outside as a warning, he held Qin Ruan’s hand firmly, softly murmuring in her ear, "Baby, don’t be afraid, this is the first one, next you will have to personally execute the remaining eleven."

Qin Ruan couldn’t see the natural protective barrier formed around Huo Yunjiao.

The roaring thunder outside was a warning from the Heavenly Dao.

If it weren’t for this protective barrier, Qin Ruan would have already been struck by the heavenly punishment, and the building would have been reduced to rubble.

The ordeal of life and death was destined to require a sacrifice in exchange for life.

The Heavenly Dao could not annihilate the Netherworld Emperor of Feidu; it could only hysterically roar its warning.