Chapter 1417

The Weng brothers were familiar with its power and hurriedly turned to avoid it.

Xue Zongwu grabbed his hammers and smashed them toward He He Lingchuan.

At the critical moment of life and death, with all magic treasures and divine abilities exhausted, he could only rely on combat techniques, martial strength, and willpower to carve out a bloody path so he could rendezvous with his army! Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man in black let out a long whistle, black flames surged around him, and his strength suddenly increased again! Xue Zongwu took two of his slashes; clearly, the purple-gold melon hammers were the heavy weapons that should have made the enemy's hands tremble, but instead, it was his own tiger's mouth that split open, and sticky blood flowed all over his hands.

Even though the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds suddenly withdrew his magic power, and even though Xue Zongwu had already used the "Diligence Talisman," the latter still couldn't parry.

He finally understood that the black-armored leader hadn't used his full strength in the previous battle.

Xue Zongwu's subordinates had arrived, so there was no need to drag it out anymore. He He Lingchuan's gaze flickered beneath his mask, and his moves became open and close, fighting faster and fiercer!

Clang, clang, clang—twenty-five consecutive strikes within a single breath were like hammering iron; Xue Zongwu only had the strength to parry, unable to even straighten his waist or back.

He felt like a nail being hammered into the ground by the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds.

The rushing Bao Xin and others watched in horror, unable to believe their eyes. The powerful and domineering Marshal Xue was actually being pinned to the ground, beaten without any power to fight back? After taking these twenty-five strikes, his strength, blood, and fighting spirit all drained away, and Xue Zongwu knew he was finished.

His junior brother and subordinates were almost there, but it was too late.

A fierce look appeared in his eyes, and he let out a loud roar: "He is..."

He is He He Lingchuan! The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds is He He Lingchuan! His voice and blood gushed out together. Even if he died, he had to pass on this information before he died, letting He He Lingchuan enjoy the pursuit of the whole world!

But his voice had long since gone hoarse, and against the background of falling wooden beams from the burning hall, it didn't actually travel very far.

At the same time, the man in black parried his purple-gold melon hammers, and that cold blade light brought out an afterimage, sweeping across his neck.

Silky and light, like slicing open a leaf.

Xue Zongwu's cry came to an abrupt end.

This precious secret ultimately failed to come to light.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness.

But before Xue Zongwu's consciousness completely dissipated, a detail suddenly surfaced from the depths of his memory: he had seen the information on the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds, and inside was a sentence—

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds likes to execute people in public.

In public!

Xue Zongwu himself had liked to do this in the past, right in front of everyone, to achieve a deterrent effect.

But thinking about it now, the black-armored leader hadn't used his full strength in the previous battle, but instead, like pruning seedlings, had unhurriedly weakened him; was he waiting for something?

Waiting for other witnesses to arrive.

Waiting for the people of Xiaotao Shanzhuang and the Xue Family Army to rush to the scene, so they could witness the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds executing him in public and beheading Xue Zongwu! That was it, that was it; the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds had gone to such lengths to eliminate him, this "evil person," so of course, he had to make the ceremony complete, make the gimmick grand, and let everyone be immersed in the unspeakable great terror! Without an audience to appreciate it, the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds would be doing twice the work for half the result; how could he do that?

He hated it so much; why hadn't he thought of this earlier? Why hadn't he been able to make good use of this? Now, everything was too late.

He He Lingchuan grabbed his topknot with his backhand and pulled hard—

Head and body separated!

The headless corpse fell accordingly.

There were many divine abilities for faking death in this world; only beheading was the safest.

Xue Zongwu, deceased! This battle took place right in front of the burning hall; the collapsing wooden beams and the fire filling the sky almost froze this scene: the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds had forcibly pulled off Xue Zongwu's head!

Absurd, bloody, but as clear as slow motion.

The people opposite were stunned, subconsciously stopping their steps.

General Xue is dead? General Xue, known as the pillar of the nation, was actually killed in a head-on confrontation by an unidentified man in black, executed in public?

Right in front of his hundred-plus elite soldiers, right in front of his junior brothers, he was beheaded and displayed! The Weng brothers also stood with their mouths agape, unable to make a sound.

Butcher Xue was really dead! Had they finished their revenge just like that? Weng Xing slapped himself in the face. It hurt; it wasn't a dream.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other side hadn't reacted yet, He He Lingchuan held the sinner's head in his left hand and threw out the soul-hooking chain with his right; Xue Zongwu's dead soul was hooked out of his body under the gaze of countless people, and it unwillingly threw itself into the Juluo Treasure Box.

Body and soul both gone.

The evil ghosts imprisoned in the box and the nutrients for the treasure tree now had one more.

He He Lingchuan was just about to move when the Soul-Sucking Mirror in his bosom suddenly called out: "Wait, there's treasure on Xue's body!"

Xue Zongwu had fought the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds for a long time, with endless divine abilities and magic treasures; his combat power was truly strong, and his treasures were truly numerous.

He He Lingchuan immediately leaned down, and under the guidance of the unscrupulous mirror, he quickly looted the corpse; within the time of two breaths, he tore a sail-shaped brocade from Xue Zongwu's waist.

The mirror called out: "Yes, that's it. I can feel it; this is good stuff."

He He Lingchuan gripped this magic treasure and could feel its properties.

It turned out that this item was called "Smooth Sailing"; at critical moments, it could protect its owner and convert external attacks into a repelling force. It was both a defensive weapon and an escape tool. When Xue Zongwu was ambushed by the Weng brothers, he relied on it to dodge Weng Su's first full-strength strike, and just now he used it to block He He Lingchuan's waist-slicing strike; it was truly a good item for saving one's life.

The mirror actually had a good eye, although it didn't think much of the divine bone necklace.

He He Lingchuan unceremoniously stuffed this magic treasure into his pocket and casually took Xue Zongwu's weapon as well.

Taking one was taking, and taking two was also taking.

Having finished what the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds had to do, He He Lingchuan said to the Weng brothers:

"Let's go, enter the hall."

Enter the hall? The Weng brothers followed him toward the hall, looking up as they went. This hall was bathed in the raging fire, and thanks to Qi Yunsheng having used enough materials when building it, even though the white flames were fierce, they couldn't burn it all down in a short time.

But just walk in like this? Weng Xing couldn't help but call out: "With that fire monster inside, we can't get in!"

They had been forced out by the white flames earlier, and that thing would burn whoever it touched until they were reduced to ash.

With Xue Zongwu dead, that little fire beast didn't return to the armor but instead plunged into the hall, as if celebrating its regained freedom.

The hall was filled with raging fire.

Entering the hall now, the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds acted as if nothing was wrong, but the Weng brothers feared they would be dead for sure.

The black-armored leader continued to stride forward, his steady voice entering the two men's ears: "No matter, just follow me."

The Weng brothers looked at each other.

Follow? Not follow?

Although the hall was filled with fierce flames, after a night of fierce fighting, their trust in the black-armored leader had risen sharply.

He shouldn't be trying to trick them.

Rushing to the front of the hall, the raging flames were almost licking their eyebrows when the black-armored leader suddenly stopped and took a deep breath—

This action was like a whale sucking in water, only what was sucked in wasn't seawater, but fire!

White flames.

The little fire beast on Xue Zongwu's shoulder earlier, after devouring half the hall, had grown a hundred times larger, and the flames covering the hall were vaguely taking shape, revealing the silhouette of a monster.

By accident, it seemed to have found a way to grow.

But with the black-armored leader sucking like this, the white flames were actually sucked into his mouth.

To everyone behind, the white flames not only didn't dare to pounce on him but were actually desperately trying to escape back into the hall.

It was just a pity that the arm couldn't twist the thigh.

Even though it was unwilling, roaring and trying to escape, it was still sucked into the black-armored leader's mouth.

After two or three breaths, all that remained of the fire engulfing the hall were ordinary flames.

The white flames had been taken away by the black-armored leader; now, this was just an ordinary fire scene, just with a larger fire.

The Weng brothers, though feeling it was incredible, were in the middle of escaping for their lives, so they put all emotions aside and followed behind the black-armored leader.

If this really was a human, he was simply too supernatural!

They didn't know that the one who sucked away the white flames was, of course, the divine bone necklace, but to outsiders, that little monster was taken away by He He Lingchuan, just like the evil energy of the Yangshan Archipelago years ago; He He Lingchuan was just going with the flow.

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds had swallowed the white flame spirit alive! This appearance was very intimidating.

Walking back into the fire, the heat and smoke rushed toward them again. But since the white flames had been sucked clean by He He Lingchuan without any residue, the Weng brothers were relieved.

As habitual arsonists, they were very skilled at taking out two masks to cover their noses and mouths, and then asked He He Lingchuan: "Benefactor, do you need one?"

He He Lingchuan waved his hand and strode forward: "Don't stay too far from me."

The Qianglong Armor and the mask on his face could isolate the toxic smoke.

The Weng brothers walked four feet behind him, not feeling the scorching heat of the fire at all. Otherwise, an ordinary person walking in would be covered in blisters in no time.

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds' ability to control fire was truly superb.

Burning wooden beams and pillars were still collapsing; although the black-armored leader walked leisurely, the falling objects just couldn't hit them. Twice, the Weng brothers had just walked past, and then they heard a loud crash behind them as a burnt pillar fell exactly where they had been three breaths ago.

It looked dangerous, but it never hit them.

They didn't know that in such a chaotic and complex environment, the Soul-Sucking Mirror in He He Lingchuan's bosom had been giving voice guidance: "Five steps to the right, yes, that's it, there's a rafter about to fall above! No, three steps is enough..."

This was truly a bizarre scene; the Weng brothers were also people who had seen great storms and waves, but they still felt tonight's adventure was too incredible.

Weng Xing looked back and said: "The pursuers have also entered the hall!"

Bao Xin led thirty-plus people rushing into the fire, their desire to catch them very urgent.

Weng Xing noticed that a faint blue light was emitted from Bao Xin's side, covering everyone behind him, as if it could protect them from the fire.

Those who dared to come in had to show their own skills.

Weng Su immediately said: "The remaining hundred-plus people didn't come in; I guess the range of their magic treasure protection is limited?"

This building complex occupied a large area and was built against the mountain, with cliffs on both sides and a height difference of ten-plus feet, so there was no other path to the north cliff.

(End of chapter)