Chapter 728 - 773: 9-Turn Life and Death Profound Skill, Netherworld Demon Tribulation

The Netherworld Qi was a thing of Supreme Yin and ultimate evil.

No one could say for sure just how terrifying the Netherworld Qi was.

Many said the Netherworld Qi came from the Nine Netherworld Prison, a substance that even Divine Demons feared.

According to legend, if the Netherworld Qi entered one’s body, the mildest outcome was having one’s meridians incinerated, resulting in immediate death. The worst outcome was having one’s mind eroded by its demonic nature, turning them into something not quite human and not quite ghost—a fate worse than death!

Not many on the Righteous Dao knew of the Netherworld Qi.

However, the Demonic Cultivators knew a great deal about it. Thousands of years ago, a Demon Path powerhouse had discovered a Yellow Springs Eye and used it to cultivate an Unparalleled Demonic Technique, unleashing a reign of terror. Because of this, they were all too familiar with the Netherworld Qi.

Upon hearing those two words, the group of charging powerhouses, without exception, spun around and fled in a frenzy!

Even Qin Yun, wielding the Imperial Artifact, the Blood Wing Evil God Hook, quickly put some distance between himself and Shen Lang, terrified of being struck by the Netherworld Qi!

Just as Qin Yun shouted, "Netherworld Qi!" Shen Lang’s feet had already pierced through Feng Xihai’s Fist Gang, slamming into his chest like a whirlwind!

What looked like a single kick landed with a rapid series of thunderous booms.

Mixed in with the booms, Feng Xihai’s bloodcurdling scream could be faintly heard!

Feng Xihai spewed a torrent of blood. His body shot backward like a bird with broken wings!

After smashing through three massive stone pillars, Feng Xihai clutched his chest and collapsed to one knee, glaring at the proudly standing Shen Lang with eyes full of venom.

In the distance, the powerhouses from the various sects, who had been watching with their hearts in their throats, were all gaping, speechless.

The turn of events had been too fast, too bizarre...

It was one thing for Feng Xihai, a man wielding the Imperial Artifact, the Bone Blood Seal, to be heavily wounded and knocked to the ground by Shen Lang due to a single moment of carelessness...

But for two King Martial Realm Fifth Heaven Powerhouses to be completely incapacitated by two simple blasts of Shen Lang’s Finger Wind... what in the world was that about?

’If Shen Lang is so strong that he can defeat a King Martial Realm Fifth Heaven powerhouse with a single Finger Wind...’

’Then how the hell are we supposed to fight him!’

’Seventeen of us would just mean seventeen flicks of his finger!’

At this thought, a chill shot through the hearts of everyone present, and they all shuddered.

WHOOSH!

While everyone was still stunned, Shen Lang, instead of pressing his advantage, simply stood his ground and spread his hands.

In that instant, the sky above the entire Stone Forest transformed.

A violent gale kicked up, and the clouds began to churn!

The Primordial Qi of the world began to surge madly toward the palms of Shen Lang’s hands!

Pure Earth Attribute Spiritual Qi, scorching Fire Attribute Spiritual Energy, Death Qi, Thunder Power from the highest heavens...

All the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi converged on Shen Lang’s hands, rolling in like a tumultuous tide!

A terrifying vortex formed with Shen Lang at its center.

The group of King Martial Realm powerhouses were utterly dumbfounded.

’Why is this happening? How can a powerhouse with a King Martial Realm Cultivation cause such a massive shift in the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi?’

’He isn’t just stirring the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, he’s absorbing it... Heavens, what kind of Cultivation Technique is he using? Why is he drawing in so many different types of Primordial Qi? How can he possibly withstand, let alone absorb, such chaotic and varied energy?’

Just then, Feng Xihai, who had been severely injured by Shen Lang’s kicks, recalled his Bone Blood Seal.

Seeing Shen Lang’s aura grow increasingly terrifying, Feng Xihai roared, "Quick! Attack now! Kill him!"

"We can’t let him finish gathering power for this technique!"

The powerhouses, who had scattered in fear of the Netherworld Qi, were jolted back to their senses.

Once a Martial Artist reached the King Martial Realm, they could learn powerful Cultivation Techniques to control the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, using it to combat their foes.

It went without saying that the more violently the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi fluctuated, the stronger the resulting attack.

But Shen Lang’s current technique... The fluctuation of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi wasn’t just "violent"—

—it was utter madness!

’How could a powerhouse below the Emperor Martial Realm possibly trigger such an immense change in the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi?’

They couldn’t comprehend it, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Everyone settled on a single thought: they had to join forces and kill Shen Lang before his technique was complete!

Otherwise, no one would be able to withstand it!

The sound of rustling robes filled the air as more than a dozen powerhouses converged on Shen Lang once more.

The attacks they had been charging were about to be unleashed upon him.

"Hahahaha!"

Unconcerned by the impending assault, Shen Lang let out a wild laugh, his long hair whipping in the wind.

Then, he suddenly clapped his hands together!

A fist-sized, black-and-white sphere appeared in the palm of his right hand!

The small sphere pulsed with an eerie light, flickering between solid and ethereal, seeming utterly unreal.

An absolutely terrifying aura of destruction radiated from the black-and-white sphere.

It was so potent that the powerhouses, who were just about to attack, looked at one another, their faces paling as they froze in place.

The tiny black-and-white sphere released an aura of death and destruction so powerful that even the distant observers from the various sects felt like they were in a lone boat tossed on monstrous waves, about to be torn to shreds at any moment.

The Imperial Dragon Sect powerhouse, Zu Wei, his face a mask of horror, abandoned all pretense of a powerhouse’s dignity. He grabbed Feng Buping and Dongfang Jian and shot backward!

"Run!"

With a great clamor, the already dumbstruck powerhouses from the various sects scrambled over one another to flee into the depths of the bamboo forest!

The first form of the Nine Revolutions of Life and Death Mysterious Technique: Netherworld Demon Tribulation!

This was the first move of the powerful Cultivation Technique Shen Lang had created back when his own Cultivation was still pitifully weak. And now, here in the Stone Forest, he had unleashed it.

"Take this. Netherworld Demon Tribulation!"

Shen Lang’s tone was calm as he nonchalantly tossed the small black-and-white ball in his hand forward.

The black-and-white sphere shot forward like a bolt of lightning. The faint sound of wind and thunder rumbled as the entire Stone Forest began to tremble violently.

"Damn it, run!" Qin Yun yelled, then shot away, skimming just above the ground!

At that moment, Shen Lang’s figure flickered and vanished into thin air.

In that instant, he had already entered the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron!

When he suddenly lost track of Shen Lang with his Divine Thought, a look of terror crossed Feng Xihai’s face. He swallowed hard.

The Bone Blood Seal in his hand abruptly expanded, transforming into a massive, humanoid skeleton that enveloped him in a faint blue light!

In that instant, the Netherworld Demon Tribulation detonated.

An impossibly large mushroom cloud surged toward the heavens...

An unparalleled shockwave of Energy blasted outward, leveling everything in its path with the force of a divine tempest.

Within the roiling, dust-filled shockwave, the faint silhouettes of numerous figures could be seen being flung into the air.

A chorus of miserable screams was mixed in with the deafening roar...

When the dust finally settled, Zu Wei and the others who had fled to a safe distance stopped in their tracks.

They stared, aghast and utterly stupefied, at the scene before them.

A massive, circular crater, twenty li in radius, had been gouged into the earth.

The edge of the crater was less than twenty meters from where Zu Wei’s group stood...

If they had been any slower, they all would have been caught in the blast!

Drenched in cold sweat, the group cautiously approached the edge of the crater. Looking down, they saw the members of the White Bone Hall at the bottom, covered in dirt and groaning as they struggled to their feet, their bodies spattered with blood.

Several of them were even missing limbs, their auras so faint they were barely perceptible.

The Blood Wing Demon Sect, on the other hand, had fared much better.

Qin Yun had his hands braced against a tortoise shell-like object five meters in diameter. The entire Blood Wing Demon Sect group was huddled behind it. They had formed a human pyramid, each person pressing their hands against the back of the one in front, concentrating all their power to finally withstand the terrifying blow.

However, the tortoise shell itself was now covered in a dense web of cracks—an astonishing sight.

While everyone was still dazed, Shen Lang’s figure reappeared in their sight.

CLANG!

The Immortal Celestial Saber was suddenly unsheathed, and wreathed in dazzling red flames, it slashed down upon the skeleton protecting Feng Xihai!

CLANG!

The twenty-foot-tall humanoid skeleton rang with the sound of striking metal and shuddered violently.

Its faint blue light slowly flared red, then back to blue, before finally returning to normal.

Shen Lang’s attack had failed!

"Hahahaha, you little bastard, you can’t break my Bone Blood Seal!" The fear in Feng Xihai’s eyes gradually receded as he laughed maniacally.

Then, Feng Xihai turned and fled, abandoning his fellow sect members without a second thought in his attempt to escape!

The tall, skeletal frame remained around him, moving with him as he ran.

The moment Feng Xihai fled, the members of the Blood Wing Demon Sect also started to run for their lives.

These once arrogant and domineering cultivators had been utterly terrified by Shen Lang; they no longer dared to face him.

Only now did they understand how Shen Lang had the audacity to face their entire group alone.

’Shen Lang had only been able to heavily injure the Rock Demon Lord by relying on the anti-air Restriction. That was because the Rock Demon Lord’s body was as tough as a Divine Weapon, and Shen Lang’s own power had not been enough to break through its defense.’

’But the bodies of these powerhouses from the White Bone Hall and the Blood Wing Demon Sect? They were in a completely different league from the Rock Demon Lord.’

’Whether it was the terrifying red flames of Shen Lang’s Immortal Celestial Saber or that dreaded Netherworld Qi, these people had no way to defend against them!’

’Even if Shen Lang couldn’t easily unleash another Netherworld Demon Tribulation, the Netherworld Qi that had felled two powerhouses in the blink of an eye was more than they could handle.’

Now, the entire group from the White Bone Hall was crippled, leaving only Feng Xihai to flee in terror.

With the members of the Blood Wing Demon Sect scared witless, how could they dare to linger?

Every last one of them took to their heels and fled for their lives!

"Hmph!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly. His figure shot forward, and he slammed a Palm Seal into the chest of a White Bone Hall powerhouse who had just struggled back to his feet.

The man had seen the others scatter like frightened animals and had been trying to flee himself, mustering his last bit of strength.

But Shen Lang’s palm strike sent him flying, vomiting blood, and he collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

"GAK GAK GAK..."

A cackle that felt like it could split one’s skull echoed through the Stone Forest. Duanmu Xie transformed into a cloud of inky black gas and swept out, chasing after the fleeing cultivators.

’Having tested the power of the Netherworld Qi and the strength of the Netherworld Demon Tribulation on these people, Shen Lang had no desire to continue playing this game.’

’For these clowns to think they could escape from Duanmu Xie? They had to be dreaming!’

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xihai, Qin Yun, and the rest of the group were forced back, their faces looking as if they were attending a funeral.

"Gentlemen, long time no see."

Shen Lang waved and called out a greeting to Qin Yun and his men.

He acted as if he were greeting dear friends he hadn’t seen in years.

"Uh... Brother Lang," Qin Yun began, "that was all a misunderstanding. A complete misunderstanding! We’re your allies! We were just trying to play a little joke, that’s all. Please don’t take it to heart!"

Qin Yun said shamelessly, bowing and scraping as he spoke.

Compared to his earlier arrogance, he was like a completely different person.