School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1835 - 1921: Primeval Hatred 2

Chen Nan’s teeth were clenched so tightly that his eyes seemed on the verge of tearing apart as he gazed at the Nine Nether Evil Emperor suspended in the void. "Senior of the Nine Nether, I never imagined that these remnant souls of Outer Heaven Demons from the ancient times would be released by you!"

"If it weren’t for these remnant souls of the Outer Heaven Demons being unable to advance further, would you have still decided not to reveal yourself?"

He had gambled on the Nine Nether Evil Emperor to deal with these remnant souls, yet he never anticipated that the Nine Nether Evil Emperor, for reasons unknown, would release them from the Ancient Battlefield.

"Chen Nan, today’s conflict is a personal feud between the Dragon Emperor and myself. Do not interfere. These remnant souls of the Outer Heaven Demons are merely allies I have invited. I assure you, I will not permit them to cause havoc in the Mortal World."

A flicker of anger, tinged with a hint of reluctance, crossed the Nine Nether Evil Emperor’s eyes.

Back in the different space atop Purple Cloud Peak on Panlong Star, he, Chen Nan, and the Haotian Tower had forged a brotherhood, sharing many joyous times. Yet now, he found himself compelled to act in a manner that would strain their bond.

"Chen Nan, what I, the Nine Nether, intend to do, none can prevent. I have yearned for this revenge for millennia. If you expect me to depart now, it is simply impossible!"

The Nine Nether Evil Emperor fixated on Chen Nan, his words sharp and resolute.

In the past, he had traversed the Martial World alone as a half-step Supreme Realm expert, living without restraint.

Though moments of unavoidable loneliness would surface, his heart, that of an evil emperor, never once considered turning back.

Now, confronting his ancient enemy and looking upon his sworn brother, Chen Nan, the Nine Nether Evil Emperor felt a subtle shift within his heart.

"Revenge? Is your enemy, the one you spoke of before, the Dragon Emperor?" Chen Nan couldn't help but inquire. He recalled the Nine Nether Evil Emperor mentioning an adversary, but upon seeking vengeance, he discovered the target had already passed away, leading him to raze that person's entire Sect. At the time, Chen Nan had considered the Nine Nether Evil Emperor excessively ruthless.

Yet, upon further reflection, something felt amiss. How could a supreme being like the Dragon Emperor possess a Sect? And even if he did, how could the Dragon Clan boast tens of thousands of members for the Nine Nether Evil Emperor to annihilate? This seemed to lack a logical explanation.

"Chen Nan, you truly resonate with my spirit. You haven't lectured me today on righteousness or the greater good. For this understanding, if I survive today, we shall share wine and merriment another day."

A momentary mist veiled the Nine Nether Evil Emperor’s eyes before quickly dissipating.

As if intending to provide Chen Nan with context before confronting the Dragon Emperor, the Nine Nether Evil Emperor finally began his tale.

"I was once merely a scholar. My father served as the Valley Master of Jiuyou Valley in ancient times. I held no interest in worldly affairs, spending my years wandering. Then, one day, I suddenly received news that all 327 inhabitants of Jiuyou Valley, including my father, had met a tragic end."

At this juncture, the Nine Nether Evil Emperor's eyes turned red. "At that time, the news I received stated that during a fierce battle between the Demon Clan and experts of the Demonic Path, someone from the Demonic Path employed the Blood Transformation Technique, refining all 327 individuals of my valley."

The Nine Nether Evil Emperor’s teeth gnashed together, enduring immense agony.

"I identified the demon responsible, known as ‘Laughter of the World,’ as my sworn enemy. After perfecting my Cultivation, I learned this demon had not appeared for centuries. In my fury, I annihilated everyone in his Sect, the Demon Annihilation Sect, numbering in the tens of thousands."

The Nine Nether Evil Emperor’s expression grew wild. "From that point onward, I lived with exhilaration, eradicating all evil in the world. Those were the happiest times for me."

"But later, I learned that ‘Laughter of the World’ was not dead, merely in hiding. I relentlessly pursued him, and in what felt like an instant, hundreds of years had passed. During that period, I dispatched countless villains, hypocrites, Demonic Path experts, and Demon Clan powerhouses; anyone who dared to provoke my ire met their end. That is how I earned the moniker ‘Nine Nether Evil Emperor.’"

"Eventually, I encountered the Genesis Heavenly Emperor. That wretch declared I walked the demon path and was no match for him, forcibly sealing me within the spatial rift of Purple Cloud Peak."

"The Genesis Heavenly Emperor is the most formidable being in the Four Extremes World. At that moment, I had to concede he was correct, yet the inability to exact my revenge left me deeply unsettled. Unexpectedly, after being rescued from the different space by Brother Chen, I entered the Ancient God Demon Battlefield, where I once again encountered my ancient nemesis."

The Nine Nether Evil Emperor let out a hearty laugh. "The Laughter of the World knew I was hunting him and chose to evade me. This so-called Demon Path expert abandoned his family and sect, only to fall into the Ancient God Demon Battlefield, a place sealed by the Heavenly People Clan experts."

"Chen Nan, you must be wondering how I knew Laughter of the World might be tricking me. See for yourself."

As the Nine Nether Evil Emperor concluded his statement, a grand illusion materialized in the void with a mere flick of his wrist.

Within this illusion, a fierce battle unfolded between a Demon Clan expert and a Demon Path master in the sky. Amidst their clashing and curses, it became clear that the Demon Path master was, in fact, Laughter of the World from the Demon Annihilation Sect.

"Laughter of the World, trapped in the Ancient God Demon Battlefield, was already a frightened bird. I would have recognized him even if he were reduced to dust. Upon spotting me, he had no chance to plead before I sent him to the afterlife. Surviving for so long in the Ancient God Demon Battlefield with Half-step Supreme power is no small feat."

The Nine Nether Evil Emperor spoke, and the vision in the void shifted once more, reverting to an era long past—

The Demon Clan expert and the Demon Path master clashed high above a valley. Inside the valley lay a sprawling manor, bustling with the vibrant activities of young masters, maidens, servants, and retainers.

Suddenly, the injured Demon Path master, Laughter of the World, bellowed, "Blood Transformation Technique!"

A crimson handprint descended, engulfing the manor and instantly claiming the lives of most within. Those who miraculously survived the direct impact of the Blood Transformation Technique found their essence blood drained, yet they lived.

"The memories extracted from Laughter of the World’s divine soul revealed another great evil, the Dragon Emperor."

The Nine Nether Evil Emperor’s eyes blazed with a blood-red intensity. Chen Nan observed the illusion overhead, witnessing Laughter of the World employ the Blood Transformation Technique to siphon the essence blood of over two hundred individuals. This act intensified the battle, causing even the surrounding mountains to tremble. At this critical juncture, a draconic claw suddenly emerged from the void, accompanied by a deafening roar, sending both great experts hurtling through the air.

The impact from the dragon claw's passage did not subside, leveling the entire valley and entombing everything within the manor, living or dead.

In a flash, the dragon's silhouette vanished. The Demon Clan expert and the Demon Path master struggled to their feet, covered in dust, their eyes wide with terror as they hastily fled the scene.

The Dragon Emperor’s Stone Coffin pulsed with a golden luminescence. Another clawed appendage extended from the coffin, launching an assault to repel the bowl-thick Heavenly Thunder and lightning that writhed like serpentine dragons, guided into the void by the remnant soul.

"Nine Nether, if you believe I deserve to pay blood with blood, then strike. Seize your chance now while you still can!"

The Dragon Emperor’s voice boomed, carrying an aura of absolute dominion. Among those present, including the Nine Nether Evil Emperor, none doubted his assertion. The sole opportunity to vanquish him lay in this pivotal moment of his resurrection; otherwise, once revived, attempting to slay him would be a futile endeavor, akin to chasing an impossible dream.