The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 1742 - 1739: Relentless Pursuit

"Yang Demon!"

The Nine Netherworld Phoenix abruptly awakened, sensing an intensely familiar aura.

It was undoubtedly him.

Yang Demon!

Hadn’t this guy fled already?

Why return now?

Has he been spotted?

Countless ideas raced through the Nine Netherworld Phoenix’s thoughts in a flash.

"Hmm?"

"What scheme is this fellow plotting?"

The Nine Netherworld Phoenix furrowed its brow in secret, observing the Yang Demon creeping toward the Endless Sea Dragon King, apparently aiming to slip into the Dragon King’s body.

Strangest of all, the Endless Sea Dragon King appeared totally oblivious, locked in confrontation with the Qiankun Ancestor.

"I see!"

In the next instant, enlightenment struck the Nine Netherworld Phoenix.

Previously, Ye Xuan had infiltrated the Endless Sea Dragon King’s body and detected a rush of origin power, harboring a horrifying force that gnawed at the Dragon King.

Initially, the Phoenix wondered why this origin power differed from its own.

Evidently now, this origin power stemmed from the Yang Demon’s concealed scheme!

The Nine Netherworld Phoenix examined Ye Xuan’s condition and saw he couldn’t rouse himself yet.

With that realization, the Phoenix detached itself from Ye Xuan and moved toward the Yang Demon’s aura.

Right then, Ye Xuan’s spirit faintly stirred.

"Bai Ze, watch this guy for me."

Ye Xuan instructed Bai Ze mentally.

"Alright." Bai Ze agreed without hesitation, bound together with Ye Xuan; any harm to him would rebound on her.

Ye Xuan had never fully trusted the Nine Netherworld Phoenix.

Without the Master of Netherworld’s involvement, Ye Xuan and the Phoenix would never have met.

Naturally, the Master of Netherworld aimed to exploit Ye Xuan to reach the Emperor Burial Lord and slay the Phoenix.

However, the Master of Netherworld was unaware that Ye Xuan and the Emperor Burial Lord were never allies.

Ye Xuan’s grudge against the Emperor Burial Lord had ingrained itself deeply.

Without the Emperor Burial Lord, Ye Xuan wouldn’t have endured those horrific sufferings.

Beyond that, confinement in Soul Prison for a hundred thousand years demanded reckoning.

Such agony surpassed death itself.

Anyone would prefer demise over that torment.

The Undying Night Emperor’s feats were never bestowed by the Emperor Burial Lord.

Ye Xuan forged them through unyielding resolve, advancing relentlessly.

In this realm,

No soul can grasp Ye Xuan’s torment fully.

No one comprehends it.

Ye Xuan’s loathing for the Emperor Burial Lord defies description.

Thus, the Master of Netherworld erred, allowing the Nine Netherworld Phoenix to remain with Ye Xuan.

Yet that didn’t equate to trust from Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan merely sought to wield the Phoenix in uncovering the truths of that ancient clash.

After all,

The impending conflict extends that ancient strife...

The Yang Demon infiltrated the Endless Sea Dragon King’s body, searching for the lingering power from before.

The Endless Sea Dragon King stayed oblivious.

However, as the Yang Demon probed that power actively, the outburst of origin energy abruptly chilled the Sea Dragon King’s heart, alerting it to peril.

Forced to divert attention, it ceased focusing on the Qiankun Ancestor and dispatched its spirit to probe that power.

This left the Qiankun Ancestor ranting futilely for ages without reply.

Fury consumed the Qiankun Ancestor.

"That vile eel, pretending to be a dead pig unafraid of scalding water?"

"Little sister, are you awake?!"

The Qiankun Ancestor bellowed.

Typically gentle toward the God-beating Stone, he refrained from rebukes, but rage overtook him now.

The God-beating Stone mumbled crisply, "Big brother, I was dozing so soundly, what’s up?"

The Qiankun Ancestor brushed it off, seized it, and fumed: "Forget dozing, our master is getting devoured by this cursed eel."

"Come on, pound it fiercely for me!"

With those words, the Qiankun Ancestor hurled the God-beating Stone with force.

Boom!

The God-beating Stone soared and crashed squarely onto the Endless Sea Dragon King’s head.

The Dragon King, spirit-scanning for that power, suffered a soul-searing agony that numbed its scalp, forcing an involuntary roar.

"What trick is this fiend pulling?"

The Dragon King seethed.

Its predicament demanded urgency, impossible to overlook.

Deciding swiftly, the Dragon King plunged its massive form into the Endless Sea’s deeper layers, a fatal zone for most creatures.

Boom!

The Sea Dragon King propelled its gigantic body downward rapidly.

Sea waters churned violently in its wake.

"Where do you think you’re running?"

The Qiankun Ancestor roared in wrath, refusing to let the wretched eel flee, snatching the God-beating Stone anew to hammer down.

Outrage boiled in the Sea Dragon King; how dared a trifling God Sealer disrespect it so.

It was a True Dragon!

Endless Sea Dragon King!

Even Double Emperors wouldn’t daunt it; now pursued by a mere sealing vessel!

"Once I uncover the facts, I’ll make you pay dearly!"

The Sea Dragon King vowed inwardly.

Thus, a bizarre spectacle unfolded in the Endless Sea.

A massive True Dragon dove ceaselessly, pursued by an elder clutching a stone, relentlessly battering the dragon.

The dragon uttered no retort, launching no counterattack.

"That crafty eel acts guilty, little sister, hit harder, we can’t let it endanger the master!"

The Qiankun Ancestor’s gaze flashed with icy resolve as he yelled.

"Got it!" The black-clad little girl ignited with zeal too, aware the giant eel plotted against the master, unleashing full force.

Yet after prolonged assault, unable to breach its guard, the black-clad girl grew disheartened.

"Big brother, I can’t crack its defense!"

The Qiankun Ancestor perceived the problem; the loathsome eel, vile as it was, proved incredibly resilient.

For others, ordinary folk aside, even Great Saint Realm beings enduring countless God-beating Stone strikes would crumple, begging mercy.

That wretched eel endured tenaciously.

"Tough or not, for daring to threaten the master, today I’ll bring you low!"

The Qiankun Ancestor sneered coldly, abruptly shifting into an archaic Divine Jug.

This was the Ancestor’s true form: the Qiankun Pot!

"Devour!" The Ancestor commanded.

The Qiankun Pot’s mouth gaped wide, erupting with world-devouring might.

The diving Dragon King faced sudden restraint, compressing and hurtling toward the pot’s maw.

In moments, the tiny palm-sized Qiankun Pot engulfed the vast Sea Dragon King.

The black-clad little girl stared wide-eyed in astonishment, exclaiming, "Big brother, you’re amazing!"