allonlinenovel Chapter 1161 Anyone who disobeys the order will die.
Chapter 1161 Anyone who disobeys the order will die.
Inside the Starlight Fairy Boat and the Starlight Fairy Palace.
The three elders, including Tianquan Ancestor, trembled. The majestic voice, like a clear spring piercing stone, instantly extinguished the anxiety that had been building up in their hearts for days. They exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief. The stagnant blood and qi in their chests, caused by prolonged tension, finally flowed smoothly, and even their breathing became more even. The fear that had been hanging in their throats finally subsided considerably. Tianquan Ancestor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; his fingertips felt warm where he touched it. Gazing at the clear spiritual energy outside the porthole, his eyes revealed a sense of relief at surviving a calamity. He said in a hoarse voice, "We made the right bet… that Hongmeng Immortal Lord really didn't ignore us."
With that one's protection, they were finally safe for a short time. Ancestor Tianzui slumped on the stone bench, his empty sleeves swaying slightly, his voice carrying a weak sense of relief: "No matter how arrogant the Nether Demon Clan is, they wouldn't dare to disobey the Immortal Lord's orders within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm." Ancestor Tianming, on the other hand, forced himself to circulate his immortal power to suppress the demonic patterns stirring on his neck, nodding in agreement: "Brother Tianzui is quite right. As long as we don't leave the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, those bastards shouldn't attack us again."
Although the Netherworld Demon Clan is powerful, it still lags significantly behind established seventh-rank immortal forces, let alone eighth- and ninth-rank immortal forces. The Hongmeng Immortal Lord, with only a first-rank Golden Immortal cultivation, can freely wield sixth-rank immortal artifacts. This level of power and resources is far beyond the capabilities of ordinary seventh-rank immortal forces; there must be an even more terrifying existence behind him.
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Within the Bone Dragon of Death lies a dark space constructed from the bones of countless living beings. Scattered among these are thrones of corpses, their eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames that reflect the grotesque figures seated upon them.
Two sixth-rank Golden Immortals and five fifth-rank Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Clan sat atop it, each possessing a single, spiraling, blood-red horn covered in twisted demonic runes—marks of slaughter forged from the blood and essence of countless living beings. A terrifying, viscous, inky demonic aura emanated from them, corroding even the space itself, creating ripples in its wake, and filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood and decay.
Upon hearing this, the seven Immortal Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Clan all changed their expressions slightly. A trace of fear flashed in their blood-red eyes, followed by a hint of solemnity. They exchanged glances and saw hesitation in each other's eyes.
Unless absolutely necessary, they would not want to provoke the Hongmeng Immortal Lord, who has recently been making waves in the Moying Abyss. If it weren't for the stroke of luck that he stumbled upon that sixth-grade immortal artifact, his background would be no weaker than their Youmo Clan's, and might even far surpass it. A slight misstep could bring annihilation upon their Youmo Clan.
They were so close to catching up with the remnants of Tianquan and annihilating them completely, yet they were extremely unwilling to give up now. Moreover, to be stopped by a junior whose cultivation was far inferior to their own and then slink away in disgrace—where would that leave the face of the Youmo Clan? If word got out, wouldn't they become a laughingstock throughout the entire Moying Abyss, losing all their standing?
After a moment of silence, the Netherworld Ancestor, the most powerful of the seven Golden Immortals and already at the peak of the sixth rank, slowly stood up. Demonic patterns flowed on his blood-red horn, radiating a terrifyingly fierce light. He reluctantly cupped his hands towards the depths of the Primordial Immortal Realm, his movements stiff, his voice carrying a deliberately suppressed respect, yet unable to conceal the arrogance in his bones: "Fellow Daoist Hongmeng, my clan has no intention of being your enemy."
He paused, his crimson gaze sweeping over the starlight immortal ship not far ahead, his tone carrying an undeniable force: "These remnants of the Tianyun Clan have a blood feud with my clan. I implore you, fellow Daoist, to do us a favor and allow my clan to settle this karmic debt. After this matter is over, my clan will remember it and will repay you handsomely in the future!"
As he spoke, the six Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Demon Clan behind him also stood up, their demonic energy surging like waves, their bone armor rubbing together with a "crackling" sound. Although they did not speak, their aura made their attitude clear—if the Hongmeng Immortal Lord refused to back down, they would have no choice but to fight, even if it meant paying a heavy price, to crush the remnants of Tianyun to dust.
"I will say it one last time: within the Primordial Immortal Realm, immortal golden immortals are forbidden from fighting each other. Anyone who violates this rule will be executed!"
As soon as the Old Ancestor You Sha finished speaking, that icy voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, yet as chilling as ten-thousand-year-old ice, instantly suppressing the surging demonic energy within the Bone Dragon's body, causing a layer of white frost to appear in the space.
Ancestor You Sha's expression darkened, and the demonic runes on his blood-red horn suddenly lit up, a flash of undisguised anger in his eyes. He had kindly offered that Hongmeng brat a way out, but not only did the other party not appreciate it, he dared to speak so arrogantly. Did he really think that the You Demon Clan was a soft persimmon that could be easily manipulated?
"Fellow Daoist Hongmeng, do you truly intend to become an enemy of my clan for the sake of these remnants of the Tianyun Clan?" The voice of the Netherworld Ancestor suddenly rose, carrying a hint of ferocity, his bone-claw-like fingers clenching so tightly they cracked. "Although the power behind you is strong, my Netherworld Clan has been passed down for countless cosmic eras and is not to be trifled with! If you retreat now, I can pretend nothing happened, otherwise..."
"Stubborn fools! Take them down!"
The cold voice interrupted his threat without any hesitation, as if dealing with a few annoying ants.
"Boom..."
Before the words were even finished, the entire Primordial Immortal Realm trembled slightly, as if the heavens and earth were upside down and spiritual energy was flowing in reverse. The spacetime above the bone dragon suddenly shattered, and jet-black cracks spread like a spider web, emitting a piercing tearing sound. A huge spacetime wormhole appeared out of thin air, with chaos churning inside, and countless stars could be vaguely seen being born and dying within it, radiating a suffocating pressure.
Immediately afterwards, an enormous hand, obscuring the sky and the sun, slowly emerged from the spacetime wormhole. The hand's skin was like jade, its knuckles distinct, yet it emanated a pressure that made the heavens and earth tremble. Wherever it passed, the surrounding spiritual energy froze, and even light was distorted. A faint primordial purple aura swirled around the hand, each finger seemingly containing the terrifying weight of an entire immortal realm. It slowly reached down towards the bone dragon below, its posture as graceful as an adult grasping an ant on the ground.
"not good……"
The seven Golden Immortals, including the Netherworld Ancestor, paled in shock. A terrifying aura of death, originating from the depths of their souls, instantly enveloped their bodies, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their blood seemingly about to freeze. Under that colossal hand that blotted out the sky, these fifth and sixth-rank Golden Immortals were as insignificant as dust. The demonic energy within their bodies instantly solidified, the circulation of their immortal power ceased, and their immortal bones groaned under the unbearable burden. Not to mention resisting, even moving their bodies was extremely difficult, as if they were firmly bound by invisible shackles of law. Even their thoughts became sluggish, and they could only watch helplessly as that colossal hand descended.
"Ah... Seven... Seventh Rank Peak... No, this aura is even more terrifying than Seventh Rank Peak! Seventh Rank Perfection, at least a Seventh Rank Perfection Golden Immortal." Old Ancestor You Sha's throat tightened, and a storm raged in his heart. Fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
Finished!
This time they really kicked a hornet's nest, a hornet's nest that could crush them completely.
The fact that such a powerful figure could protect him shows that the strength behind that Primordial Immortal Lord is far beyond their imagination.
"No! Senior, have mercy!" The Netherworld Ancestor could no longer maintain his arrogance. His voice trembled and even carried a hint of a sob. "Fellow Daoist Hongmeng, we are willing to abide by the prohibition and will never make a move within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm! We beg you to show mercy and spare our lives!"
The six Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Clan behind him were also completely panicked. Their blood-red eyes were filled with extreme fear, and they all knelt down with a "thud." The bone armor collided with the corpse throne, making a chaotic sound. They said repeatedly, "We know we were wrong! Please spare our lives, fellow Daoist! We will never dare to do it again!"
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