Chapter 1590 - 158: Admitting Fault (Part 1)

Chapter 1590: Chapter 158: Admitting Fault (Part 1)

The Green Moss Cliff surged with waves of golden light.

Master Ni Yu lifted her head.

She took a deep breath, hesitated no longer, and forcefully pressed her ten fingers against the stone walls on both sides.

"Boom!"

In an instant.

The entire ancient mountain began to tremble, and the inscriptions carved into the Green Moss Cliff seemed to come alive, leaping out one by one, rushing against the sky.

From a distance,

The golden light surged backwards, like a pillar holding up the heavens.

"Come!"

The Saint Prince, suspended in the sky, extended his palm.

He didn’t say much, only opened his mouth to utter a word, and the golden radiant staff formed by countless inscriptions swooped towards him—

The Saint Prince grasped the staff.

With just one strike.

Smashed it down hard!

The Nether Sea Venerable could not dodge in time, was struck with a wail, and the Great Flood Dragon’s dharma body that ascended to the Ninth Heaven of the Yang God, curled up instantly like a small snake caught in the mud, as if its three souls and seven spirits were knocked out, and heavily fell from the Heavenly Peak, crashing into the ground, creating a massive crater.

Countless dust clouds spread with the wind.

The Saint Prince looked down, casting a dispassionate glance.

He waved his hand to disperse the golden radiant staff.

In fact,

This staff never truly existed.

The "inscriptions" lifted from the ancient mountain were merely shadows, and the reason for this strike’s overwhelming dominance... was not the power of the "inscriptions," but the strength of the "staff force" it condensed.

Reaching the stage of "Holy Emperor."

To confront powerful enemies, one only needs to impose by force.

With a whoosh!

Accompanied by the Holy Emperor’s movements,

The densely packed golden inscriptions scattered with the wind, reshaped by Divine Thought, transformed into golden nails, nailing down like a violent tempest on the broad back of the Great Flood Dragon!

The air resounded with heavy thuds.

"..."

The Holy Emperor gazed at this former brother, his eyes filled with pity, reluctance, but more with disgust, with hatred.

Sitting at the Great Ape Mountain for three hundred years.

The Holy Emperor had experienced many betrayals.

Towards the Nether Sea... he always had high hopes, for the first two hundred years, he once saw him as his next "successor."

Unfortunately, this brother made mistakes again and again.

Ultimately causing an irreparable disaster.

Most mistakes in this world, he could tolerate, yet colluding with the "Shadow" was unforgivable.

This was an inviolable bottom line.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother!!!"

The Great Flood Dragon nailed to the ground lifted its head, full of tears, pleading in a sharp voice: "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

These insubstantial golden inscriptions, each one... weighed a thousand pounds, suffocating the Nether Sea so he couldn’t breathe!

His half-dragon body was nailed to the ground, unable to move!

A strong sense of unease rose in the heart of the Nether Sea Venerable.

He had a premonition.

Even with an Undying Body, he might really die next!

The Holy Emperor shook his head.

He was indifferent to the Nether Sea’s plea, slowly turned his head, and looked at the position where Xie Xuanyi and the other two stood outside the Douzhan Saint Peak Mountain Realm.

Ripples spread across the void.

"Swish."

The three did not move at all, and in an instant, they were teleported above the Great Flood Dragon.

"Xie Xuanyi, do it."

The Holy Emperor sighed lightly, speaking through the body of the Saint Prince.

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Countless golden inscriptions emanated rolling Killing Intent.

The bronze sword in Xie Xuanyi’s Heart Lake trembled along with it.

His expression grew solemn, taking out his sword from his Lifebound Cave Heaven, holding it horizontally in his palm.

This rusted ancient sword, under the wash of golden inscriptions, shone anew.

The mottled rust was instantly washed away.

Hundreds and thousands of golden Divine Radiance emitted from the sword’s tip, soaring to the skies, an extremely powerful Sword Intent activated by the bronze inscriptions... To other onlookers, this Sword Intent appeared merely sharp, without special distinction. But the dazzling bronze brilliance reflected in Nether Sea’s eyes chilled his Heart Lake.

The Sword Intent had not yet descended.

The filth covering his body of Origin had already begun to tremble.

This sword...

He couldn’t withstand it!

"Big Brother!"

The Nether Sea cried hoarsely, seeing the Holy Emperor ignore him, he quickly turned his head to the other side.

He had two big brothers.

One was his biological brother, and the other... recognized later in life.

Today, both big brothers were present.

"Cui Zhen Big Brother!"

"Cui Zhen Big Brother... please, for the sake of knowing each other for so many years, plead for me!"

The Nether Sea was in tears, pleading with every word, with every cry.

"..."

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch had a complex expression, silently sighed.

He never expected it.

This grand drama today would reach such a ludicrous and ironic end.

In his view.

Whether man or demon, inevitably face death...

If he were the Nether Sea, he’d rather die here than bow and admit wrong.

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.

In such a moment, what’s the point of admitting fault?

Xie Xuanyi held the bronze sword with both hands, silently feeling the momentum bestowed upon him.

Amidst the myriad inscriptions, Xie Xuanyi’s entire aura swelled, the layers upon layers of Sword Qi piling up like waves, Killing Intent reaching the heavenly clouds.

At his mere thought,

The fully revived bronze ancient sword’s Sword Qi would slash down!

"Brother Xie."

At this moment.

Cui Zhen spoke.

The recently Harmonized handsome Great Demon looked down at the black Great Flood Dragon pleading miserably, countless complex emotions flashing in his eyes, finally settling into tranquility.

He gently said: "Could you... give me a moment?"

"Hmm?"

Xie Xuanyi raised an eyebrow.

He held the bronze sword, not immediately striking down, but looked towards the Holy Emperor, politely seeking his consent.

"You may."

The Holy Emperor was quite generous, nodding.

Cui Zhen’s figure slowly descended.

He came before the ink-black Great Flood Dragon, whose massive body as vast as mountains and ridges made Cui Zhen seem as small as an ant. Having ascended to the Ninth Heaven of the Yang God, the Nether Sea Venerable’s demon body rivaled the ancient mountains left behind by earlier generations of Holy Emperors at Great Ape Mountain, perhaps even more so, and only the present Holy Emperor’s Holy Mountain could clearly surpass him.

"Big Brother, you’re here..." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

At this moment.

The Nether Sea Venerable’s voice trembled, his demeanor exceedingly respectful.

Compared to earlier at Bihai Cave Heaven,

It was like two different persons.

Because he knew, his odds were slim now, a one in ten thousand chance of survival... this only hope for life now rested with Cui Zhen before him.

Outsiders said,

Mo Zhen Venerable had a heart of viper and scorpion, cold and unfeeling.

But the Nether Sea knew, those were just false rumors...

Cui Zhen was the exact opposite of the rumors.

He had a soft heart, easy to talk to, and could never be ruthless.

Although he couldn’t move the Holy Emperor elder brother earlier...

Perhaps if he could move Cui Zhen, there might be a chance for survival.

Currently, Cui Zhen was the only Harmonizer in the Demon Country in a thousand years; as long as he spoke up, the Holy Emperor elder brother might change his mind and spare him.