Chapter 622: Finally Met!

"No one knew who it was, but someone suddenly murmured a sentence."

"Within the entire space, that oppressive aura became even more oppressive."

"This time, the Holy Hall actually sent this old thing, and they come with a mighty force!"

"Qin Tianhua gazed at the golden-haired old man, murmuring."

"But soon, Qin Tianhua gave a light smile."

"Anyway, the God-Hunting War is always a struggle among these three top powers; our entry merely raises the game's difficulty a bit."

"Behind him, Qin Wuqing remained silent."

"Although he cultivates in the Nine Nether Purgatory, he is currently only at the early peak of the Venerable Realm."

"He is still one step away from the mid Venerable Realm."

"He lacks the qualifications to be a participant in this God-Hunting War for the Nine Nether Purgatory."

"He is only taking part because he is a prince of the Great Wei Dynasty, standing in for the dynasty."

"The Holy Hall is a power comparable to the Nine Nether Purgatory, so its chosen combatants are naturally extremely strong."

"I am no match for them."

"Thinking this, Qin Wuqing looked at Qin Tianhua and asked with some worry."

"\"Grandfather, the Executioner's Hall is ultimately a top power; with Su Yu's cultivation, he shouldn't be qualified to join the God-Hunting War. If Su Yu doesn't come, won't we be helpless against him? \""

"Qin Tianhua transmitted his voice lightly."

"\"If he doesn't come, he doesn't come; it's best if he does. Even if this time we let Su Yu escape disaster, a half-step Emperor Realm expert lurks in the dark, watching Su Yu; as soon as Su Yu leaves the Executioner's Hall, he will surely die! \""

"It is obvious that Qin Wudao also knows about the middle-aged person's matter."

"After all, he is also the Grand Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty."

"What he doesn't know is that the middle-aged person has already died at the hands of the White Family Elder."

"And now, the middle-aged person's soul has been extracted; what remains inside him is actually my own elder brother who is already 'dead'!"

"Upon arriving at the God-Suppressing Mountain Range, the Holy Hall's people quietly occupied a space; although the surrounding people are all saints, they clearly keep their distance from the Holy Hall."

"Or rather... they dare not stand in the same position as the Holy Hall's people."

"Zhao Xue curiously surveyed the surroundings, as if searching for something."

"Beside him, the golden-haired youth stood silently behind the old man, his complexion warm and moist, saying nothing, as if nothing could catch his eye."

"Time flowed slowly."

"After a moment, the distant void once again transmitted waves of rumbling."

"The void was torn apart, and a stooped old man stepped through the void, walking over slowly."

"Beneath his feet seemed to be a black river, dragging his body as he walked."

"And behind the old man, five figures stood similarly, each emanating powerful fluctuations."

"\"Nine Nether... Purgatory! \""

"Someone softly murmured."

"At the Holy Hall's position, the golden-haired old man gazed at the stooped old man and immediately let out a cold snort."

"\"Hmph, I never expected you, old ghost, to still be alive. How come? After not emerging for so many years, you come out today—what do you intend to do? \""

"The golden-haired old man's voice rang like a great bell, exploding between heaven and earth."

"Merely the spread of his voice caused the surrounding space to faintly undulate, as if affected by some mighty power."

"The stooped old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and upon seeing the golden-haired old man, he slowly opened his eyes."

"The stooped old man's eyes were extremely terrifying."

"One eye black, one white, they looked extremely horrifying."

"\"Hehehe... you aren't dead either? How? Has your soul power been restored? Tsk tsk, it's truly a pity that you found the Soul-Returning Herb; otherwise some folks would be out of luck! \""

"Compared to the golden-haired old man's voice, the stooped old man's figure sounded like a throat being scraped, extremely grating."

"It is even more unpleasant than a crow's cry."

"\"Hmph! \""

"A flash of cold light passed through the golden-haired old man's eyes, as if reminded of some embarrassing matter; he let out a cold snort, and a soaring force instantly erupted."

"Boom—!!"

"A pressure belonging to the Saint Realm spread out in an instant."

"Along with the entire void, waves of rumbling sounds came."

"Some fragile spaces cracked inch by inch with ferocious fissures, spreading outward."

"\"These top powers... really are overbearing! \""

"Qin Wudao furrowed his brows, emanating threads of aura that enveloped Qin Wuqing, to prevent these little ones from being crushed in the clash between Saint Realm experts."

"\"Yo, how come? Your injuries just healed, and you dare to fight me? \""

"The stooped old man gave a weird smile; in an instant, the black river beneath his feet converged, forming what seemed like a huge water monster."

"Standing arrogantly in the void, facing the golden-haired old man's saintly pressure, he merely sent up ripples of water."

"It didn't even affect the few people behind him."

"\"Courting death! \""

"The golden-haired old man flew into a rage, a golden spear appearing in his hand; the spear trembled slightly, rolling forth endless golden light."

"The surrounding saints furrowed their brows slightly, looking at the two with some displeasure."

"This is not the place for a saintly battle; after all, this is the God-Suppressing Mountain Range."

"The two, relying on their respective backings, acted a bit recklessly, as if they didn't even put other Saint Realm experts in their eyes."

Hmph!

Just as the golden‑haired old man was about to set off, a cold snort rang out.

The sound was deep, like thunder rolling over flat ground.

The entire Zhen Shen Mountains trembled at the cold snort.

It seemed as if an extremely formidable presence were about to revive from within the Zhen Shen Mountains.

Sensing this aura, all the saints present changed complexion.

Even the golden‑haired old man and the stooped old man darkened slightly, and for a moment they stood utterly still.

"The Hunt‑God War is imminent; as Human Race saints, you dare slaughter each other before the Abyss of Deities, in Nine Nether Inferno and the Sanctum—truly commendable!"

A grand voice came from all directions, leaving no one able to discern its source.

The voice was low, carrying an unmistakable tone.

"It seems we have time; we must make a trip to Nine Nether Inferno and the Sanctum."

In an instant, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire Zhen Shen Mountains.

Some saints' faces turned wild, for under this pressure even they felt a tightness in their chests.

Even the juniors standing behind them shivered under the dreadful pressure.

Qin Tianhua's complexion darkened slightly.

"Damn it, the Azure Dragon Saint's realm—how far has it progressed? Why have I ascended a level, yet under this pressure I appear so feeble!"

Qin Tianhua, unwilling, tried to resist the pressure with his own flesh.

In an instant, Qin Tianhua's face flushed, veins bulging.

The surrounding saints stared at Qin Tianhua as if he were a fool.

"This Qin Tianhua looks quite clever, yet acts like a fool, trying to brace the Azure Dragon Saint's pressure with his body."

Some saints murmured.

The next moment, Qin Tianhua deflated like a punctured balloon, spreading his aura; the pressure lessened considerably, though it still hurt.

The stooped old man and the golden‑haired old man turned extremely pale; the golden‑haired one shivered as if recalling something terrifying.

Before the voice could continue, the stooped old man's palm twitched and he slapped his own chest.

Thud!

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

Instantly, his aura sank at a visible speed; his already pale face grew even whiter.

The stooped old man bowed his head, bent over, and paid homage to the entire Zhen Mountains.

"Please forgive me, Azure Dragon Saint; I, on behalf of the entire Nine Nether Inferno, confess to the saints!"

With those words, the pressure between heaven and earth seemed to ease considerably.

Even on the Nine Nether Inferno side, there was no pressure at all.

The two young women standing behind the stooped old man exchanged a doubtful glance.

"Tang Nian Bing, are you familiar with this aura?"

Wu Ling'er transmitted the words to Tang Nian Bing.

Tang Nian Bing frowned, as if pondering.

"A bit… I think I've sensed it somewhere," Pen Fun Pavilion

Both women's faces looked odd.

They felt the aura was extremely familiar, yet couldn't recall where they'd sensed it.

But since arriving in the Central Immortal Realm, they've stayed within the Nine Nether Inferno and never left.

No matter how they thought, they couldn't imagine that the aura was unmistakably that of the Slay Dragon King.

Meanwhile.

Below the True God Mountains, within a massive palace.

The Azure Dragon Saint took human form, sat on a chair, with a heap of melon‑seed drinks beside him.

In front of the Azure Dragon Saint, a series of light screens appeared, showing the very image of the Zhen Shen Mountains.

Among them, Wu Ling'er and Tang Nian Bing's figures were also on the screens.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these two girls came too; seems that Zong Ming didn't ignore my words!"

The Azure Dragon Saint cracked melon seeds, laughing brightly.

"I must say, the Nine Nether Inferno knows the rules, self‑destructing outright; the force—tsk tsk tsk—makes me wince just watching."

The Azure Dragon Saint smiled, gazing at the light screens.

If these saints saw the Azure Dragon Saint in the outside world looking like this, who knows how many would drop their eyeballs.

"Only… the Sanctum's guys are being disobedient!"

The Azure Dragon Saint's gaze fell on the golden‑haired old man, icy.

At this moment, above the Zhen Shen Mountains.

The golden‑haired old man stared at the self‑harmful stooped old man, his face slightly grim.

As a Sanctum saint, the golden‑haired old man was extremely arrogant; saints of other factions, even of comparable cultivation, were ignored by him.

Seeing the stooped old man self‑harm toward the Nine Nether Inferno, the golden‑haired old man believed he could never do such a thing.

But indeed...

Just recalling how the Azure Dragon Saint once came to the Sanctum to find a venue for his disciple, the golden‑haired old man's whole body shivered.

Back then, the Sanctum wasn't top‑tier, but had two saints stationed; he was only at the half‑step saint realm.

Yet that day, within the Sanctum's heavens and earth, a ferocious dragon claw tore the void, and countless dragons poured into the Sanctum.

Even the Sanctum's master, who had long been settled in the Sacred Realm, was no match for that single Dragon Claw technique.

The two Saints, under that Dragon Claw, were trampled mercilessly like grandchildren.

That day, the Sanctum paid a heavy price before the Dragon Claw's master calmed down.

If this time, because of me, the Azure Dragon Saint has to walk through the Sanctum again....

The gold‑haired elder couldn't help but shiver.

My spirit, just healed by the Soul‑Returning Herb, is about to be shattered again.

Feeling the mocking gazes around him, the gold‑haired elder, unwilling, could only speak into the void.

"The Sanctum is willing to offer ten thousand Divine Stones; we beg the Azure Dragon Saint for forgiveness!"

"Hiss! Ten thousand Divine Stones, still the Sanctum—truly impressive!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, ten thousand Divine Stones, must be this old fellow's years‑long offering!"

Around them, many Sacred Realm strongmen transmitted their voices, debating.

Divine Stones are energy stones one tier above the Heart of Law.

One Divine Stone can even compare to a thousand Hearts of Law.

Ten thousand Divine Stones can even compare to ten million Hearts of Law.

Clearly, they are exceedingly precious.

To know, the gold‑haired elder's savings over many years amount to only a few tens of millions of Hearts of Law; back at the Bai family ranking meeting, he could only muster eighteen million.

However, the hunchbacked elder of the Nine Nether Inferno mockingly stared at the gold‑haired elder, as if ridiculing something.

The next moment, the Azure Dragon Saint's voice rang out.

"It seems the Sanctum is still too arrogant, truly forgetting who holds up this world for them."

In the voice there was a faint, forest‑cold chill.

"Hehe, Senior Azure Dragon, don't panic; after all, others are the Sanctum's great offering, naturally a bit arrogant, but I'm different—I love to fight such people. Let me help Senior Azure Dragon relieve his worries!"

A bright laugh drifted slowly from afar.

Everyone froze in surprise, following the sound.

They saw the Three Court Master, leading Su Yu and others, slowly stepping across the void, giving the Sanctum's gold‑haired elder a bright smile.

"Sword‑wielding Court... Lord Smile!"

The Sanctum's great offering's complexion darkened slightly, a sudden bad omen stirring in his heart.

The Sword‑wielding Court's men arrived; these people, after all, look up to the Azure Dragon Saint above all!

And just as a group of Sacred Realm elders clashed...

Su Yu's gaze lingered on two graceful silhouettes.

And the two silhouettes also fixed their gaze on Su Yu.

Their gazes collided, as if each heart was pulsating.

"Ling Er... recite Ice..."

"Brother Su Yu!"

"Su Yu?"

The three whispered simultaneously, their eyes filled with disbelief.