Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 451

King Yama struggled to get up, but the severe pain in his chest prevented him from moving.

He growled, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes, and he slammed his hands to the ground. The black netherworld force surged again, trying to gather strength to counterattack.

However, before he could stand up completely, Sun Wukong rushed forward like lightning, and the golden cudgel suddenly turned in his hand. The golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again and went straight to the throat of King Yama.

"King Yama, your doomsday has come!"

Sun Wukong's voice was as cold as ice, with an unquestionable determination.

King Yama's pupils shrank and he suddenly raised his hand, trying to summon the power of the underworld to resist, but Sun Wukong was too fast and the golden light was already within reach.

At this critical moment, Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword followed closely, the blade flashing coldly, and went straight to King Yama's left rib.

King Yama barely turned sideways, but the blade still cut a wound on his arm so deep that the bone was visible, and blood gushed out.

King Yama groaned, staggered back, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

He looked up at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"You... really think you can kill me like this?"

King Yama's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of sarcasm.

Sun Wukong sneered and swung his golden cudgel violently. The golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again:

"Stop talking nonsense! I, Old Sun, will kill you today!"

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in King Yama's eyes, and he suddenly clasped his hands together. The black power of the underworld surged wildly around him, forming a huge black vortex, trying to draw Sun Wukong and Yang Jian into it.

However, Sun Wukong's golden cudgel suddenly shook, and the golden light became brighter, directly tearing the black vortex apart.

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword was not to be outdone. The blade flashed coldly like a silver snake, going straight for the heart of King Yama.

King Yama stepped back suddenly, avoiding the fatal blow, but the blade still cut a deep wound on his chest that was visible to the bone, and blood gushed out.

"King Yama, your resistance is meaningless!"

Yang Jian's voice was as cold as ice, with an unquestionable determination.

At this moment, Nezha's figure flashed like a ghost, and the broken red tassel spear suddenly turned in his hand. The flame on the tip of the spear ignited again, pointing directly at King Yama's leg.

Although King Yama tried his best to dodge, the broken spear still pierced his knee. The flames burned at his wound, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

King Yama's body shook violently, he groaned in pain, and staggered back a few steps. The bloodstains on his black robe became more and more eye-catching.

He looked up at Nezha, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Nezha...you are not dead yet!"

King Yama's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of sarcasm.

Nezha grinned, and although the smile was a little forced, his eyes were full of determination:

"King Yama, you're not dead yet, how could I fall first?"

When Li Jing saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He swung the sword in his hand suddenly. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it went straight to the abdomen of King Yama.

King Yama barely raised his hand, trying to summon the power of the underworld to resist, but the sword energy was too sharp and pierced through his abdomen directly, causing blood to spurt out.

King Yama let out a shrill scream, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

His black robe was soaked with blood, his face was full of pain, and a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

Li Jing stood in the center of the battlefield, holding a long sword in his hand. He glanced coldly at King Yama, and his tone was filled with unquestionable majesty:

"King Yama, you have disturbed the Yin and Yang worlds, your crime is unforgivable! Today is your end!"

King Yama struggled to get up, but the severe pain in his chest and abdomen made it almost impossible for him to move.

He growled, the madness in his eyes grew more intense, and he slammed his hands down to the ground, the black netherworld force surging again, trying to gather strength for a counterattack.

However, before he could stand up completely, Sun Wukong rushed forward like lightning, and the golden cudgel suddenly turned in his hand. The golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again and went straight to the throat of King Yama.

Sun Wukong stepped on King Yama's chest and pointed the golden hoop at his face:
"it's over!"

The tip of Sun Wukong's golden cudgel pressed against King Yama's throat, forcing him to be unable to move and only gasp in pain.

His eyes, which were originally full of majesty, were now bloodshot as he stared at Sun Wukong in despair.

King Yama was trembling all over, and seemed to want to say something, but he only made low groans.

He opened his mouth and tried to struggle, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

"Humph!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly and increased the pressure of the golden cudgel slightly. King Yama let out a more painful groan from his throat, and his originally black lips turned purple with blood.

The surrounding gloomy energy gradually dissipated as King Yama was seriously injured, and the gloomy hall seemed less depressing.

At this time, Yang Jian slowly walked to the side of King Yama, and the bloodstains on the three-pointed, double-edged sword were particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

He looked down at King Yama with a hint of coldness on his lips.

Yang Jian gently inserted the three-pointed, double-edged sword back into the scabbard with a slight "clang" sound. The sound of the friction between the scabbard and the blade was particularly clear in the silent hall.

Yang Jian's posture is elegant and indifferent, and his actions are decisive and ruthless.

Nezha dragged the broken spear and walked step by step to King Yama.

He was breathing heavily, his face full of fatigue, but he forced himself to stand up straight.

He pointed the broken gun at King Yama. The tip of the broken gun was stained with King Yama's blood, which looked particularly shocking.

Nezha's face was pale, but anger was still burning in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

He used all his strength to thrust the broken gun deeper into King Yama's leg, and King Yama let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Li Jing stood aside and put away his sword.

The sound of the sword returning to its sheath was crisp and clear, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere in the hall.

He looked at the dying King Yama on the ground, without a trace of pity on his face, he just watched everything calmly.

His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something, then he sighed slowly and raised his hand to tidy up his messy robe.

The hall was filled with the smell of blood and a faint smell of herbs, which was the lingering smell after Sun Wukong took the elixir.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was firmly pressed against King Yama's throat. King Yama's body was trembling slightly, and black blood from the corners of his mouth kept dripping onto the ground, making a "tick, tick" sound.

His eyes moved back and forth between Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha and Li Jing, his eyes full of reluctance and fear. "You...you think this will end everything?"

King Yama spoke with difficulty, his voice was hoarse and weak, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Sun Wukong raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and slightly increased the strength of the golden hoop in his hand:
"Do you think you still have a chance to turn things around? Today is the end of you!"

King Yama's throat was pressed by the golden hoop so hard that he could hardly breathe. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only a low gasp came out of his throat.

Yang Jian stood aside, looking at King Yama with a stern gaze, his fingers gently stroking the blade of the three-pointed, double-edged sword. The blood on the blade was particularly glaring in the dim light.

"King Yama, you have committed many evil deeds over the years, disrupting the Yin and Yang worlds. You are being executed today. It is the law of nature and retribution."

His voice was low and calm, but it carried an unquestionable majesty, as if he was sentencing the King of Hell to his crimes.

Nezha's broken spear was still stuck on King Yama's knee. Although the flame on the tip of the spear was weak, it was still burning, making a "sizzling" sound.

He placed his hands on the broken gun, leaned forward slightly, and a sneer appeared on his pale face:
"King Yama, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are the ruler of the underworld? Today, your power will be completely dissipated!"

King Yama's face became paler and paler, his body twitching continuously due to the severe pain, and the black netherworld power gradually dissipated around him, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Li Jing stood aside, the long sword in his hand had been sheathed, but his eyes were still fixed on King Yama, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

"King Yama, you were once the ruler of the underworld, controlling the cycle of life and death, but what you did today has violated the laws of heaven and angered the heavenly court."

His voice was low and contained a sigh, as if he felt sorry for the fall of King Yama, but more of it was his firm belief in justice.

King Yama's gaze gradually became unfocused, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just let out a low sigh.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong suddenly turned the golden cudgel in his hand, and a golden light shone brightly, piercing directly into King Yama's chest!

King Yama's body shook violently and he let out a shrill scream. The black power of the underworld gushed out from his wounds crazily and turned into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword followed closely behind, the blade flashing coldly, and went straight to the heart of King Yama!

The blade pierced into King Yama's heart, and blood gushed out, staining his black robe and the surrounding ground red.

Nezha twisted his broken spear suddenly, and flames broke out at the tip of the spear instantly. The flames spread along the wound, completely burning King Yama's leg and emitting bursts of pungent burnt smell.

King Yama's body twitched violently, his eyes were full of pain and despair, and finally, his body gradually became limp, and the black netherworld power completely dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Sun Wukong retracted his golden cudgel, the golden light on the tip of the cudgel was still shining, but King Yama's body had completely lost its life and turned into a cold corpse.

Yang Jian inserted the three-pointed, double-edged sword into the scabbard, and gently stroked the handle with his fingers, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Nezha pulled out the broken spear. The flame on the tip of the spear had gone out, but he still held the spear tightly, his eyes full of determination.

Li Jing stood aside and gently swung the long sword in his hand. A sword energy swept across the body of King Yama, sealing it completely.

He took a long breath and said slowly:
"King Yama has been executed, and the chaos in the underworld should also end."

Sun Wukong nodded and looked around. There were still traces of fighting on the battlefield. The figures of the ghost generals had long disappeared, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and scorched earth.

He clenched the golden hoop, with a hint of fatigue in his tone:
"It's finally over."

Yang Jian and Nezha also nodded. Although the injuries on the three of them were still serious, the fighting spirit in their eyes had never diminished.

Li Jing's eyes swept over the three people, and a trace of concern flashed in his eyes:
"You are both seriously injured, take a rest first."

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said with a smile:

"This injury is nothing. I am used to it."

Nezha also grinned, although the smile was a little forced, but the determination in his eyes remained:
"Yeah, we can still hold on."

Yang Jian didn't say anything, just nodded, with a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

Li Jing glanced at the three of them, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable firmness:

"Anyway, take care of the injury first, there are other things that need to be dealt with next."

Sun Wukong nodded, looked around, and suddenly frowned:
"Chen Tianjun...he ran away!"

Yang Jian and Nezha turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the sky in the distance. Sure enough, Chen Tianjun's figure had disappeared long ago, leaving only an empty battlefield.

Li Jing's brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was solemn:
"Chen Tianjun's power should not be underestimated. We must find him as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. He clenched the golden cudgel tightly, and the golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again:

"Chen Tianjun, you can't run away!"

Yang Jian's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the battlefield wreckage and said in a deep voice:

"We need to be careful when hunting down Chen Tianjun. He is very good at escaping. If we pursue him rashly, we may be ambushed."

He raised his chin slightly, and the blood on the three-pointed double-edged sword reflected a blood-red light in the setting sun, illuminating his resolute face.

On the battlefield, broken weapons and incomplete corpses of ghosts were scattered all over the ground, and the gusts of cold wind added a bit of solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Nezha gently moved his still stiff arm. The handle of the broken gun rotated in his hand, making a slight friction sound. He spoke with a hint of anxiety:
"But, it's really hard to feel at ease if we just let him go like this! If he comes back, the consequences will be disastrous!"

His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of worry.

Sun Wukong clenched his golden cudgel, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth:
"That fellow Chen Tianjun thinks he can escape the net. What a foolish dream!"

He raised his hand and took out an elixir from his arms and swallowed it quickly. The elixir melted in his mouth and turned into a warm current that instantly flowed through his body.

Sun Wukong's complexion improved slightly, a golden light flashed in his eyes, his body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes swept around, as if looking for clues left by Chen Tianjun.

Yang Jian stood aside, his three-pointed, double-edged sword drooping slightly. The blood on the blade had not yet dried, and it looked particularly glaring in the setting sun.

He frowned, his eyes were cold, and his voice was low and firm:
"Chen Tianjun is good at hiding. If you are not careful, you may fall into his trap."

He raised his hand and gently stroked the blade, applying a little force with his fingertips as if testing the sharpness of the blade, but his eyes were always fixed on the wreckage of the battlefield in front of him.

Nezha held the broken spear, the flame on the tip of the spear had long been extinguished, but he still held the handle tightly, his face was pale, but his eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

He panted slightly, with a hint of anxiety in his voice:

"Brother Yang is right. We can't act rashly, but we can't just let him go!"

After he finished speaking, he kicked a piece of gravel at his feet, and the gravel rolled to the ground, making a "gurgling" sound.

Li Jing was standing not far away, the long sword in his hand had already been sheathed, and the dragon pattern on the scabbard was shining coldly in the setting sun.

He looked around with deep eyes, and said solemnly:
"I have ordered the Heavenly Soldiers to clear the battlefield. If Tianjun Chen wants to take the opportunity to escape, he will definitely leave traces behind."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the heavenly soldiers behind him immediately dispersed and began to search everywhere on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)