Chapter 1744: Blow

Nether Night said indifferently, “Since you insist on playing the bandit, my Netherworld Clan will just go along with it.”

Qin Yi sneered. “Speaking of bandits, who would dare fight your Netherworld Clan for that title? Since Qin came to the Nether Sea, I’ve gotten more than enough of your clan’s ‘special treatment.'”

“Nether Night, cut the crap. Today we’re flattening your Netherworld Clan no matter what.” Lang Ya’s eyes blazed as he said viciously.

Nether Night looked at him and said, “You’re from the Dragon Clan, aren’t you?”

Lang Ya ground his teeth and said, “That’s right. My Dragon Clan never contends with the world—why can your Netherworld Clan not tolerate our existence?”

Nether Night countered, “When has my Netherworld Clan ever been unable to tolerate your Dragon Clan?”

“Don’t try to quibble. Are you seriously claiming it wasn’t your Netherworld Clan that wiped out my Dragon Clan?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare say that?”

Lang Ya roared, “A contemptible coward who dares to do it but not admit it.”

Nether Night said coolly, “So you really think the Dragon Clan was destroyed by my Netherworld Clan?”

“Wasn’t it? In this Nether Sea, aside from your clan, who else has that kind of strength?”

Nether Night said mildly, “Then let me ask you—dragons are innately powerful. Compared to my Netherworld Clan, how do you think you measure up?”

“If not for a sneak attack, your Netherworld Clan would never be a match for my Dragon Clan.”

Nether Night said, “If I tell you the Dragon Clan wasn’t destroyed by us, would you believe it?”

Lang Ya laughed coldly again and again, clearly not believing a word.

“Since you’re convinced it was my clan that destroyed yours, anything more I say is useless.”

Hong Ying said angrily, “If it wasn’t your Netherworld Clan, who else could it be?”

Nether Night sighed and said, “If I told you the one who annihilated your Dragon Clan came from beyond this realm, would you believe it?”

“Beyond this realm?” Hong Ying frowned in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

“The one who wiped out the Dragon Clan is not someone from the Four Seas and Eight Desolates, but from another world.”

“What a joke. You think I’m three years old?” Hong Ying sneered.

Nether Night said coolly, “If that’s how it is, then there’s no point saying more.”

Qin Yi’s gaze hardened. “Well said. Since talking is pointless, let’s settle it with our hands.”

“Qin Yi, this old man will not fight you.”

Qin Yi froze. “What do you mean?”

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Nether Night’s eyes. “If this old man kills you, the Netherworld Clan will be wiped out as well. Besides, you’re under the protection of Divine Emperor Qin Mu—I am no match for him.”

The expressions on Qin Mu and Qin Yi’s faces changed drastically.

Even Lan Jiaojiao and the others didn’t know Qin Mu’s true status; all they knew was his name.

How did the Netherworld Liquid learn Qin Mu’s identity?

Qin Mu raised a brow. “How did you learn who I am?”

“I not only know you’re Divine Emperor Qin Mu, I also know the title you go by—the God of Killing.”

Qin Mu’s face changed slightly. He’d only just arrived in this world, yet the Netherworld Liquid knew this much about him. It was far too strange.

Nether Night went on, “Furthermore, I know that you, Qin Yi, and the Red Lotus Netherworld King all come from another world—Earth.”

Everyone was shocked.

Qin Yi shouted, “How exactly do you know that? Who are you?”

Qin Yi suspected Nether Night was from Earth; otherwise he couldn’t possibly know these things.

A hint of bitterness surfaced in Nether Night’s eyes. “Someone told me.”

“Who?” Qin Yi asked.

Fear appeared on Nether Night’s face. “Chu Xun—Demon King Chu.”

Qin Yi and Qin Mu were both stunned.

The existence of Demon King Chu was known only to the two of them. Nether Night shouldn’t possibly know of him.

Unless…everything he said was true.

Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. “Nether Night, what exactly is going on? I advise you to make it clear. Since you know me, you should also know my temper.”

Nether Night sighed softly and gave a bitter smile. “A thousand years ago, someone suddenly came knocking at our door. My Netherworld Clan used the full strength of the entire clan, and still we couldn’t withstand a single finger of his.”

“I remember that Cultivation Technique—he called it the Demon Slaying Finger. With just one finger, all the powerhouses of my Netherworld Clan were gravely injured.”

Qin Mu said, “The Demon Slaying Finger is a Cultivation Technique created by Demon King Chu himself. Its power is peerless.”

Qin Yi was shocked. “Could Demon King Chu have come to the Primordial world a thousand years ago?”

“He even knows the Demon Slaying Finger. Looks like he’s telling the truth.”

Nether Night continued, “You’re right. That person was Demon King Chu. He was terrifying beyond belief.”

Qin Yi could clearly see Nether Night’s body tremble once.

“You may not know this, but my Netherworld Clan wasn’t originally here. Our Netherworld Island of a thousand years was sunk in an instant by that one finger, driven straight down into the seabed.”

Qin Yi clicked his tongue. Just how terrifying was this Demon King Chu?

The Netherworld Liquid paused for a moment. “Demon King Chu ordered the Netherworld Clan to wait for you.”

“Wait for us to do what?” Qin Yi asked.

“Demon King Chu said that when you came, it would definitely be for the Resurrection Technique.”

Qin Yi’s face changed drastically—Demon King Chu had known of this a thousand years ago?

“Is that even possible?” Qin Yi looked to Qin Mu and asked.

Qin Mu nodded slightly. “It’s not surprising that he knew.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s the one who holds dominion over the heavens.”

Qin Yi’s face was full of confusion. What kind of damned title was that?

Qin Mu said, “I’ll explain it slowly to you later.”

He looked at Nether Night. “Did Demon King Chu also tell you that on this very day a thousand years later, I would appear as well?”

Nether Night nodded slightly.

“Damn…that son of a bitch even calculated me into this.” Qin Mu cursed outright.

Qin Yi didn’t care why Demon King Chu could know what would happen a thousand years later. Right now all he cared about was how to bring Duan Yiyi back to life. He looked at Nether Night and said, “Since that’s the case, why didn’t you just hand over the Resurrection Technique? Did Demon King Chu instruct you not to give it to me?”

Nether Night slowly shook his head. “It’s not that we won’t hand it over. It’s that even if we did, you wouldn’t use it on the person you want to save.”

A bad feeling rose in Qin Yi’s heart. “What are you getting at? Spell it out.”

Qin Mu sighed softly. “Qin Yi, you still don’t understand? In truth, the so‑called Resurrection Technique is just the Puppetry Technique.”

“What?”

Qin Yi cried out, as if struck by lightning. His vision went black and his body swayed several times.

Lan Jiaojiao hurriedly caught him.

The Resurrection Technique he’d been desperately searching for was actually the Puppetry Technique.

“That’s impossible. Absolutely impossible… You’re lying. How could the Resurrection Technique be the Puppetry Technique…” Qin Yi’s eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself, then suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

He couldn’t bear the blow.

He’d endured countless hardships, escaped death time and again, finally seeing a glimmer of hope—only to be told the Resurrection Technique was the Puppetry Technique.

Was he supposed to refine Duan Yiyi into a Puppet?

Was he supposed to turn Duan Yiyi into a walking corpse? Did that count as resurrection?

“Qin Yi, are you alright?”

Qin Yi’s face was deathly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably. He was terrified… Lan Jiaojiao held him in anxious concern.

Qin Yi slowly looked at Qin Mu, his lips shaking uncontrollably, his face full of desperate hope. “You…you’re joking with me, right?”

Qin Mu let out a soft sigh. “Qin Yi, let me finish what I’m saying.”

“Shut up.” Qin Yi roared. His features twisted hideously and he spewed another mouthful of blood. His whole body was about to collapse. From Qin Mu’s expression, he already knew what Qin Mu was about to say.