Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 150 Bloodshed and the Pope's Coronation
The underworld, at the far western border.

Once Ning Qiuyang pinpointed the location, he instructed the Demon King to release the collected tainted blood of fallen soul masters.

Hundreds of roots, like faucets, released dark-colored, pungent-smelling filthy blood.

After the blood was released by the root system of the Demon King, it did not fall directly to the ground, but was supported by the power of the underworld mobilized by Ning Qiuyang.

Ning Qiuyang brought two fingers of his right hand together, guiding a stream of blood down, as if drawing a painting on the ground.

The filthy blood formed lines that outlined complex, mysterious, and eerie patterns on the ground. A single glance at these patterns would conjure images of endless slaughter and a sea of ​​blood.

The three-eyed golden lion curiously approached, but after glancing at the gradually forming patterns on the ground, it shuddered in fright and vanished in a flash.

Ning Qiuyang first outlined the patterns on the ground, and then slowly flew into the sky, flying higher and higher, with the blood-red patterns covering an increasingly wider area.

"Finally finished."

Just as the collected filthy blood was used up, the blood sea ripples were completely drawn, which can be said to be a kind of destiny.

"Blood Sea, emerge!"

Ning Qiuyang channeled the power of the underworld into the blood-red patterns on the ground below, and these patterns gradually lit up, emitting a dazzling and eerie crimson light.

Suddenly, blood began to seep from these lines. At first, it was like a trickle flowing from the rocks, but it quickly turned into a fountain and then became uncontrollable.

The crimson color transformed from a pond into a large lake, and then into a vast ocean—all within a short span of time.

The sea of ​​blood continued to spread. At the far western border, even the invisible void was gradually being covered by the sea of ​​blood, spreading to a distant place beyond the reach of sight.

As the sea of ​​blood spread, the entire underworld expanded, its rules became more refined, and the stability of the entire world greatly improved.

Ning Qiuyang flew above the sea of ​​blood for a while, watching the sea of ​​blood surge, with waves crashing to the sky and raging endlessly.

Upon reaching the shore, although the sea of ​​blood had already taken shape, it was still expanding slightly.

"My lord, your power is truly awe-inspiring, and I am filled with admiration and reverence for you."

As soon as Ning Qiuyang landed, Xiong Jun immediately showered him with flattery.

Ning Qiuyang waved his hand and said, "Go and bring the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King here."

"Yes, my subordinate will go right away."

In the City of Slaughter, Ning Qiuyang did not find the King of Slaughter, but he did manage to bring the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, and the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent to the Underworld.

Ning Qiuyang gave the ten Fiery Sun Serpents to Na'er to help her perfect the Fiery Purgatory.

Both the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King and the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King were prepared for this sea of ​​blood.

"My lord, I have brought these two items."

Although neither of them were human, Xiong Jun looked down on the two bats, finding them dirty, smelly, and disgusting.

Upon arriving at the edge of the Blood Sea, the two bats were incredibly excited, wishing they could plunge headfirst into the sea of ​​blood.

pop~
Ning Qiuyang slapped his hand, but it made twelve loud noises.

"The Lord's slap was truly exquisite, slapping twelve of their heads in one blow. This move can be called the Thirteen Slaps."

Ning Qiuyang felt that Xiong Jun's flattery was becoming increasingly shameless, and he would seize any opportunity to praise Ning Qiuyang.

"Alright, a little flattery now and then is fine." With a laugh, Ning Qiuyang then said to the two bats:
Can you understand human speech?

Perhaps stunned by Ning Qiuyang's slap, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King nodded after a while. Each of its nine heads seemed to have its own thoughts, and the nods were uneven.

"Submit to me and I'll let you live forever in this sea of ​​blood, or I'll just beat you to death. Choose one?"

The blood-red nine-headed bat king slammed its nine heads against the ground repeatedly, kowtowing to Ning Qiuyang, its submission obvious.

Xiong Jun kicked it in dissatisfaction, feeling that this guy's obsequiousness was on par with his own, and it might become a threat to him in the future. Since the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King had submitted, its underling, far weaker than the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, naturally followed suit.

Ning Qiuyang lifted the restrictions on them, and the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King was about to rush towards the sea of ​​blood, but was knocked down by a wing from the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

How can you be so insensible? The owner is right here, and you run around without asking permission. Don't you have any manners at all?

"Go."

With Ning Qiuyang's approval, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King flew towards the Sea of ​​Blood, while its little brother had to wait his turn.

Two bats arrived above the sea of ​​blood, their twelve heads greedily inhaling the incredibly wonderful scent that was so appealing to them.

Then, the two plunged headlong into the sea of ​​blood.

When they flew out again, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King's entire body was like flowing blood, magnificent and magical.

The Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King was also stained with blood, the dark gold becoming even deeper, and combined with the blood red, it appeared profound and serene.

With the arrival of the two bats, the surging waves of the blood-red sea calmed down slightly, but it was still quite unstable.

Although the sea of ​​blood has appeared, it is not yet fully formed and requires powerful gods and soul beasts to suppress it.

Ning Qiuyang originally intended to have the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King guard the Blood Sea, but its strength was still insufficient to complete the task.

Moreover, it flies in the sky. Although its attributes are compatible with the Blood Sea, it cannot stay in the Blood Sea all the time and spends most of its time flying in the sky.

As for the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, it's just an extra; it doesn't matter whether it's there or not.

"It seems we need to find a soul beast that can live in the ocean for a long time, and it has to be a soul beast whose strength far exceeds that of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King."

With these conditions in mind, Ning Qiuyang quickly came up with a suitable target.

"I need to find time to go for a trip on the high seas."

……

Wuhun City.

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the coronation ceremony of the new pope is about to take place.

Many Soul Masters who were originally there to participate in and watch the Soul Master Competition ended up staying to witness the new Pope's coronation ceremony.

Everyone knows very little about Qian Renxue, the new pope; in fact, they are quite clueless.

However, they did know one thing: the new pope was incredibly powerful.

Even the former Pope Bibi Dong, who possessed twin martial souls, was no match for the new Pope, who directly deposed her from the papacy and suppressed her.

The Spirit Hall did not weaken because of Bibi Dong's demotion; on the contrary, it demonstrated its strength and became even more awe-inspiring.

"Minor Snow, the grand ceremony is about to begin."

In the Papal Palace, Sendo Ryu spoke lovingly to Senren Xuedao.

To personally crown his granddaughter onto the throne was a scene that Qian Daoliu had long dreamed of, and now it had finally become a reality.

"I understand," Qian Renxue said.

Her voice was calm and distant, seemingly keeping people at a distance, yet carrying nobility and majesty, making those who heard it feel as if they were hearing a sacred decree.

Qian Renxue's gaze drifted into the distance, looking towards the outside of the Papal Palace.

Five days have passed, and the person she's waiting for still hasn't arrived.

But she was not discouraged or worried about it; she believed that the person would keep his word.

(End of this chapter)