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

Tang Xiao is dead.

He lost eight spirit rings, and his strength fell into a slump. Chen Xin used the Seven Kill Sword Technique to combine man and sword into one, and cut off his head with one sword.

Ning Qiuyang naturally wouldn't save him, and his "grandfather" Tang Chen wasn't in the mood to save him either.

Tang Chen was completely unconcerned about Tang Xiao's death.

His mind was completely muddled; he couldn't even tell who he was, and he launched a frenzied attack on Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu felt the pressure increase. Just as he soared into the sky, intending to use his speed and flight advantage to entangle with Tang Hao, a sinister sword light suddenly appeared behind him.

"Ah~"

Qian Daoliu's soaring figure met the sword light head-on.

His face was ashen, and he looked decayed.

"Kill, kill, kill."

Tang Chen charged forward with a frenzied expression, but just as he was about to finish off the enemy, Qian Daoliu suddenly vanished before his eyes.

The target disappeared, and Tang Chen looked at Ning Qiuyang with bloodshot eyes.

Ning Qiuyang scoffed. Tang Chen was truly neither human nor ghost now; his body was one thing, but his soul and consciousness were in complete chaos.

Seeing that Tang Chen seemed to still want to fight him, Ning Qiuyang said coldly:
"Do you want to die? Don't forget how the God of Asura commanded you."

Although Tang Chen was almost insane, the appearance of the name of the God of Asura still gave him a jolt, and the madness in his eyes subsided considerably.

The death of Sendo-ryu completely tipped the scales of victory.

"withdraw."

The battle, which took place in a short period of time, was more intense than any previous day. Ning Qiuyang and Chen Xin went all out, and a total of ten Title Douluos fell one after another.

However, the Spirit Hall was caught off guard and lost the initiative, and continued to suffer defeats.

Seeing that things were hopeless, Qian Renxue shouted an order.

The Road to the Underworld quietly emerges, a desolate and chilly ancient road shrouded in mist.

The Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall side retreated one after another, embarking on the Road to the Underworld, and quickly disappeared into the mist.

Ning Qiuyang "killed" another Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall. The Sword of Death emitted a dense aura of death, swirling around him as it rushed toward the Yellow Springs Road at an astonishing speed.

"Xue Qinghe, get back here."

Qian Renxue appeared in a flash, blocking Ning Qiuyang's path.

Qian Renxue's acting was quite good. Her eyes were extremely fierce when she looked at Ning Qiuyang, perfectly showing her deep hatred for her grandfather who was killed.

"Get out of my way."

The destructive power within Ning Qiuyang surged into the Sword of Death, and the pervasive aura of death caused vegetation to wither, and even the ground lost its ability to nurture life.

Ning Qiuyang comprehended the Death Domain from the Sword of Death. The Death Domain intertwined with Qian Renxue's Light and Dark Domain, and a hazy, dreamlike energy splashed everywhere, causing those nearby to squint their eyes.

After the light subsided, Ning Qiuyang arrived at the Yellow Springs Road. However, he did not rashly step onto the Yellow Springs Road, nor did he intercept or kill anyone else. Instead, he threw the spatial compass into the Yellow Springs Road.

The moment the spatial compass touched the Road to the Underworld, it instantly transformed into a streak of silver light and vanished.

"what have you done?"

Sword Douluo rushed over, looking at Ning Qiuyang with shock and anger.

"Never mind that, let's get out of here."

As Qian Renxue and the others, who were covering the rear, retreated into the Yellow Springs Road, shrouded in mist, the ancient Yellow Springs Road disappeared into the fog.

When the battle ended, a white light appeared on the horizon.

The fighting lasted all night, and the casualties on both sides were heavier than in any previous battle.

On the two great empires' side, they lost seven more titled Douluo, including Tang Xiao, a level 99 Limit Douluo, and Poseidon, the High Priestess of the Sea God.

The Spirit Hall suffered even greater losses than the two great empires. Besides the deaths of Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo, the other losses were also considerable.

"We have completely captured Jialing Pass; we have won."

Standing atop the majestic Jialing Pass, Ning Qiuyang announced this to the assembled Soul Masters.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live His Highness the Crown Prince!" "Long live the Marshal!"

Although the losses were unprecedentedly heavy, it was a victory after all, and the long-suppressed emotions of these Soul Masters were finally released.

Their cheers and praises for Ning Qiuyang at this moment were entirely from the bottom of their hearts.

We'll stay at Jialing Pass for now, and I'll go and inform the Divine King of this good news.

"Marshal, can we go together?"

"Yes, Marshal, we also wish to behold the divine might of the God-King."

The remaining titled Douluo gathered around.

They felt that with this great victory, the God-King might bestow another reward, and being closer to him might bring them even more benefits.

"Alright, you guys come with me," Ning Qiuyang said nonchalantly.

The remaining Title Douluos followed suit.

A short while later, the projection of the God of Destruction reappeared.

"Your Majesty, Jialing Pass has been captured."

The God of Destruction asked, "Well done. Have you completed the task I assigned you?"

"Qinghe has lived up to expectations. The spatial compass has been thrown into that peculiar ancient road, and just as you said, it has completely disappeared into the ancient road."

The God of Destruction, who was usually stern and unsmiling, surprisingly showed a rare expression of excitement.

Taking Jialing Pass would not be of much significance to the divine realm.

They didn't even care much about the casualties of the two empires and the Spirit Hall; their initial target was the underworld.

The compass that the God of Destruction gave to Ning Qiuyang was only a secondary function; its most important purpose was to allow the spatial compass to integrate into the underworld plane.

"Very good, you have indeed lived up to my expectations."

After saying this, the God of Destruction vanished.

The titled Douluo all wore expressions of disappointment.

They made such great contributions and lost so many Soul Masters, yet they gained nothing in return.

"Don't be discouraged. The God-King has important matters to attend to, and he will certainly not forget our contributions."

Ning Qiuyang offered a perfunctory piece of advice, followed by a warning.

"You mustn't complain about the God-King."

"Don't dare."

“How dare we complain about the God-King?”

"It is our honor to serve the divine realm."

The Title Douluos, whose expressions were originally quite unpleasant, immediately shook their heads repeatedly upon hearing Ning Qiuyang's words, expressing their loyalty to the God Realm.

"Go and rest. The Spirit Hall has suffered heavy losses. As long as we break through Spirit City, we will achieve complete victory."

"Yes."

Their answers sounded listless and weak.

Even breaching Jialing Pass resulted in such heavy losses, yet the defenses of Wuhun City are even stronger than those of Jialing Pass.

Even though the Spirit Hall suffered heavy losses, they were still very worried about whether they could survive even if they managed to break through Spirit City.

At the same time, the world of gods.

After receiving the news from Ning Qiuyang, the God of Destruction immediately convened the Divine Realm Committee.

"Our plan was a success."

Once the other four god-kings had assembled, the God of Destruction immediately made an excited announcement.

"Success?"

The God of Asura was shocked, feeling both delighted and somewhat uncomfortable with the God of Destruction's smugness. (End of Chapter)