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

"Quick, get out of the way!"

"No, he's too fast."

"Ah~"

Ning Qiuyang and Xue Qinghe, who were originally going to fight one-on-one, suddenly turned on each other after a confrontation.

The precarious balance of power on the battlefield was thrown into chaos by their disruption.

The combined strength of these two Limit Douluo is something that ordinary Soul Masters below the Title Douluo level simply cannot withstand.

Even a titled Douluo could be seriously injured or even killed.

Especially those Soul Masters who have just been promoted to the Title Douluo level, their combat awareness and actual combat power have not yet caught up.

Their soul power was rapidly increased. Although the God of Destruction also gave them divinely bestowed soul rings, it was far from the treatment of becoming true inheritors of the divine position. The quality of their ninth soul ring was not high, barely reaching ten thousand years.

Even if they don't accept the divinely bestowed soul ring, it won't work. There are no soul beasts over ten thousand years old left in the Soul Beast Forest, so they have nowhere to look for them.

"No, go find Xue Qinghe, don't look for me."

While the Seventh Elder of the Clear Sky Sect was fighting against the Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. Then he saw Ning Qiuyang flying over on his sword, aiming directly at him.

Although the Seventh Elder was not forcibly promoted to Title Douluo by the God of Destruction, he had witnessed the battle between Ning Qiuyang and Xue Qinghe and knew that he was definitely no match for Ning Qiuyang.

"Sect Master, Ancestor Tang Hao, please save me!"

The Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect had finally managed to escape from the enemy in front of him and was about to flee when the sharp sword energy had already enveloped him.

"Ah~"

He fought back fiercely, but he was still easily wounded by the sword energy, his whole body covered in blood.

"Help me!"

The Seventh Elder was filled with fear and dread. Only when he truly faced Ning Qiuyang's attack did he realize how vast the gap was between him and Xue Qinghe, who could easily block him.

The Seventh Elder's cries for help failed to summon Tang Chen.

Tang Chen is currently trying to avoid Ning Qiuyang, so why would he risk appearing in front of Ning Qiuyang for the sake of a mere Seventh Elder?

If he knew that the Seventh Elder was calling him in front of Ning Qiuyang, he might even kill the Seventh Elder first. You're disgracing your ancestors.

Just when the Seventh Elder was almost in despair, his blood-red eyes suddenly saw a familiar figure rapidly approaching.

Xue Qinghe?
"Marshal, Your Highness, please come and save me!"

A strong will to live surged within the Seventh Elder. At this moment, his disgust for Xue Qinghe completely disappeared, leaving only a desire to live.

Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed.

Ning Qiuyang didn't even glance at the Seventh Elder, but instead set his sights on a Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall.

"Prepare to die! You will pay the price for Ning Qiuyang's actions."

The person targeted by Ning Qiuyang was not an elder or a retainer of the Spirit Hall, but the sect leader of the Holy Dragon Sect.

The Holy Dragon Sect is a subordinate force of the Spirit Hall. The sect leader of the Holy Dragon Sect has also received the assistance of the dead, and his combat power is close to level 95.

Among the people in the Spirit Hall who knew that Xue Qinghe was Ning Qiuyang, there were only a handful, including Qian Renxue, and Tuoba Xi, the sect leader of the Holy Dragon Sect, was not among them.

So when he discovered Xue Qinghe was coming towards him, his mood was no different from that of the Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect, as if he could see his great-grandmother waving at him.

Soldiers fight soldiers, generals fight generals. Why can't you big shots fight each other? Why are you causing trouble for us?

"Xue Qinghe, you bastard, get out of my way."

Tuoba Xi tried to dodge several times, but failed each time and the distance between them closed. He mustered all his courage and attacked Ning Qiuyang with his strongest power.

The result was tragic. Tuoba Xi was slapped across the face by Ning Qiuyang, and then his consciousness blurred as he was enveloped in endless darkness.

Is this going to be death?

Vaguely, when Tuoba Xi opened his eyes again, he saw several familiar figures.

"Light Feather Douluo? Spirit Kite Douluo? Weren't you dead?"

Tuoba Xi was surprised to see that several people from the Spirit Hall who were supposed to be dead were now alive and well.

"It seems I really am dead. Is this the underworld? Our Spirit Hall has a good relationship with the underworld, so it seems there's not much to worry about if I die."

Having people on the ground and underground, in the underworld and in the mortal realm, Tuoba Xi, who had been worried and depressed about his own death, relaxed at this moment.

It seems there's not much difference between being dead and living; it's just that I don't know what to do after that.

"It's true that this is the underworld, but you're not dead yet," said Guangling Douluo.

Lingyuan Douluo pointed at Tuoba Xi's left cheek and asked, "What happened to your face? It's so swollen."

Tuoba Xi hadn't thought of it until Ling Yuan Douluo mentioned it, and he felt a burning pain on his face.

He touched his swollen left cheek and said irritably:
"Stop talking. It's really bad luck. That madman Xue Qinghe doesn't confront Lord Ning Qiuyang head-on. He only targets those of us who are weaker than him. I'm one of the unlucky ones. I even got slapped before I died."

"By the way, how come I didn't die?"

That's right, I just remembered what Light Feather Douluo said.

Guangling Douluo and Lingyuan Douluo had strange expressions.

They were all "killed" by Ning Qiuyang and then came to the underworld. After entering the underworld, they learned the cause and effect of their deaths.

However, although they were terrified when Ning Qiuyang "beat them to death," they didn't feel much pain after they calmed down.

Looking at Tuoba Xi, his face was swollen. Had he offended Lord Ning Qiuyang?

"It's nothing, you'll understand once I explain."

After hearing their explanations, Tuoba Xi felt like slapping his right cheek again.

"Xue Qinghe is Ning Qiuyang? So I wasn't killed by the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire."

At this moment, Tuoba Xi vaguely understood why he had been beaten.

It was secondary that he fought back with all his might before he "died"; the real problem was that he had a foul mouth and even cursed Xue Qinghe.

He touched his swollen face and thought to himself that Lord Ning Qiuyang shouldn't be so petty. It must be because he wasted too much time that he was slapped.

"Lord Ning Qiuyang is truly amazing. He completely manipulated the so-called allied forces of the two great empires. Even the gods of the divine realm were like clowns, being played with by him."

Tuoba Xi's words came from the bottom of his heart.

He had initially thought that the Spirit Hall was very likely to face annihilation, but now it seems that there is absolutely no such risk.

The enemy's leader is also our leader, so why bother fighting this battle?

"Let's go."

Just as Tuoba Xi was getting excited, Guangling Douluo said calmly.

"where to?"

“You’re not really dead, so of course you have to work. The war in the outside world isn’t over yet. We need to prepare for war in the underworld, end the battle completely at the crucial moment, and deal with an even bigger crisis afterward.”

Tuoba Xi pointed upwards and said, "Do we still want to truly confront the divine realm?"

"Of course, you think I'm joking." (End of Chapter)