Chapter 1464 — The Blade Falls, Slaying the Netherworld Lord
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" The little boat drew nearer to the Nether Capital's Heavenly Gate; the four of them laughed all the louder, and kept stealing glances toward the Yin Son of Heaven. Luo Wushuang, being the steady one, was not used to such company and did not join in.
The Yin Son of Heaven propped his chin on his hand and watched the singing and dancing before the Heavenly Gate from the side, while the roar of Shen Mu and the others' laughter came to his ears — all of it his own humiliations, true and false alike, every kind of vile thing heaped upon his head. "You didn't see the way I chopped off his head back in the Nether Capital!
" Tian Shu laughed: "I cut his head off right under the Nether Capital's Heavenly Gate — one stroke, that was all!
The wretch's skills are poor; without leaning on Consort Hao, could he have lived this long? " Crack!
The smile froze on the Yin Son of Heaven's face; his other hand had already crushed the armrest of his throne to powder.
"Quiet, now — at least leave him a little face before his Nether Capital army.
" Shen Mu laughed until tears spurted from his eyes, and gasped: "You didn't see the scene when he met my elder brother in the Great Void — now that was humiliation!
I killed his son, I killed his beloved wife, and before the Heavenly Court's Four Great Celestial Masters and Four Great Heavenly Kings I beat him until he wet himself. . .
" "Shut your mouth!
" The Yin Son of Heaven could bear it no longer. He rose abruptly to his feet, his voice shrill and bleak, and cried harshly: "Lord Mu, do you think I am giving you face? To tell you the truth, I came in Lord Hao's name to bar your way to Xuandu.
If you insist on going, then today this place will be your grave!
" Zhe Huali snickered: "Lord Hao? You mean Consort Hao, surely?
" The four in the little boat burst into a roar of laughter, laughing until they doubled over; even Luo Wushuang, who never smiled, could not help showing a trace of a smile.
"You are insolent! " The Yin Son of Heaven could bear it no longer. He soared into the air, his robes snapping, his great crimson cloak streaming, four Heavenly Palaces floating behind him; and in the towering, majestic Nether Capital's Heavenly Gate four more Heavenly Palaces appeared — eight Heavenly Palaces in all — bearing down upon the five in the little boat as he cried harshly: "Today I send you five scoundrels to the next world! " Before the eyes of the Northern Heaven Nether Capital army he crushed them from the air, meaning to establish his own prestige and dignity before his troops.
He had not ascended to the Black Emperor's seat of the Nether Capital by the strength of others, but by his own true ability! Though he was not a Heavenly Venerable in the Heavenly Court, he was still a lesser Heavenly Venerable of eight Heavenly Palaces! The Yin Son of Heaven's might surged to the heavens; but before he reached the little boat, the five aboard it suddenly composed their faces into utter gravity, their forms crossing and interweaving — and in the space of a single turn, a blade split open thirty layers of the void!
Shhk— A single divine blade came slashing down out of the void: the Yin Son of Heaven's head was severed, his body was severed, the Heavenly Palaces behind him split apart, and the Nether Capital's Heavenly Gate was riven in two with a thunderous roar!