The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

143. I Kissed Him

Translator: Joy

Raising his chin high, Sophora exposed his face to everyone. It was a very handsome face.

His dark energy swirled around his whole body, his face full of pride and confidence. He looked at the King of the Netherworld with eyes full of arrogance.

The King of the Netherworld looked over at Sophora lightly, eyes filled with indifference. Although Sophora’s power was stronger than before, in his eyes, there wasn’t much difference compared to before. Escaping the Degenerate God Ravine did require great skills, but the Degenerate God Ravine didn’t represent much.

At best, Sophora had just escaped from a cage.

“Humph! I am not the same person as before. If you underestimate me, then you will have to pay a grave price.”

Sophora looked at the King of the Netherworld’s indifferent expression. He suddenly restrained the confident smile on his lips. What he hated most was that indifferent yet superior attitude of the King of the Netherworld. It was like everyone was insects under his eyes. Ten thousand years ago it was like this and it was still like this now.

The King of the Netherworld looked at him and said calmly: “Sophora, ten thousand years ago, you were not worthy to be my opponent. Ten thousand years later you are still not worthy of being my opponent.”

It was this exact calm and indifferent attitude. Although Sophora hadn’t seen it in ten thousand years, his hatred for this attitude was etched deep into his memory. So, he cultivated continuously for the past ten thousand years, sacrificing his meals and sleep. He never forgot that every minute and every second he put into cultivating was to clear his past humiliation.

However, Sophora didn’t let his mood affect his decision-making. He said calmly, “If you don’t try, how would you know the result? Since we’ve run into each other, why don’t we just duel?” He wanted to see how much difference there was still remaining after ten thousand years.

“Everyone else take care of those two old geezers and the Ice Qilin. I’ll take care of the King of the Netherworld.”

Sophora waved his hand toward the group of men in black standing behind him as he spoke. The smile on his face had already vanished and was replaced by hatred. He glared at the King of the Netherworld with his sharp black eyes as his bloodlust slowly grew.

“Yes!”

The group of men in black immediately rushed toward Di Yuntian, Mo Feimo, as well as the Ice Qilin like black arrows. They immediately had them completely surrounded.

Sophora flew in the air and faced the King of the Netherworld. His powerful energy immediately exploded outward and he simultaneously yelled: “Take this! King of the Netherworld! Black Water Demon Prison!”

Following his roar, the black aura that had enveloped his whole body suddenly expanded. The sky was like the rolling waves of the ocean, filled with chilly black water. In an instant, it enclosed both him and the King of the Netherworld.

Seeing the King of the Netherworld in his Black Water Demon Prison, Sophora immediately started laughing, “King of the Netherworld, this is the most powerful move that I have developed in the last ten thousand years, Black Water Demon Prison. It was especially made to counter you. Now I’ll see if you can break through it.”

The King of the Netherworld looked around at the black-coloured water. This black water contained a poisonous gas that would cause serious harm to even an expert of the Great Heaven God realm. One drop and one’s life would be in jeopardy. However, the King of the Netherworld didn’t even furrow his eyebrows. The light from the gem on his forehead pulsed fiercely and spread out. His whole body immediately shined like that of a silver-coloured sun. His long, slender fingers slowly stretched out and he hooked his thumb and middle finger together. A silver ball of light condensed in between his two fingers.

As soon as Sophora saw the King of the Netherworld’s movements, his face suddenly paled.

In the past, he had lost to the King of the Netherworld’s fingers. He only found out afterwards that it was the King of the Netherworld’s unique skill called the Emperor God’s Finger. There were a total of five fingers, each finger being stronger than the last. Ten thousand years ago, he was able to take the first finger, but he lost under the second. For him, this was extraordinarily humiliating!

So, this time, not only would he beautifully defend against the King of the Netherworld’s Emperor God’s Finger, but he would defeat him in order to clear the shame that he had suffered ten thousand years ago.

Thinking of this, Sophora immediately summoned a black shield with dark, ancient stripes engraved onto it. Powerful, dark energy filled the air as the surface of the black shield emerged. Once the entire shield was summoned, it immediately let out a sharp hum. It instantly expanded from the size of a small gong to that of a huge shield, enveloping Sophora’s entire body.

Sophora had obtained this shield from the Degenerate God Ravine. It was called the Demon Abyss Shield and was a lower-tier Profound Weapon. Its previous owner was a Great Heaven God of Air who was extremely powerful but still fell in the end. By coincidence, it recognized Sophora as its owner. In the past ten thousand years, he had relied on this shield to protect himself as he went to challenge all of the experts in the Degenerate God Ravine. It could be said that it was almost invincible. In the end, he had also successfully evolved the shield to a mid-tier Profound Weapon.

Without any hesitation, he had summoned this shield when facing the King of the Netherworld’s Emperor God’s Finger. Even if it wasn’t able to completely stop his attack, it would give him enough time to prepare a more powerful move.

The King of the Netherworld looked at the Demon Abyss Shield that Sophora had summoned without any change of expression. The Emperor God’s Finger had taken shape and instantly flew out.

With his boundless power, all emperors and gods were just insects!

…

Feng Xi didn’t know what was happening down there, but he was confident that the Leader would be able to take care of it.

His previous life as a thief gave him experience which developed his skills in finding treasures. When the Ice Qilin was not paying attention, he quietly snuck around into the building containing the vaults. From his experience, this building with the vaults should be the real location of the Ice Qilin’s treasures. As such, he put all of his attention on this building.

Although the Ice Qilin possessed the Divine Fire, he didn’t know how to refine weapons. However, he liked to collect different materials that were used to refine weapons. Every time he left, he would search for unimaginable treasures. If someone had something that he liked, he would forcibly take it. As the years passed, his treasury was full of varieties of refining materials, but all of them were placed messily.

Feng Xi had only started to learn to refine weapons so he couldn’t distinguish between the different types at the moment. He shoved everything he saw into his ring. His ring had a lot of space, so he wasn’t afraid of running out. Feng Xi cleared one ice room after another. Anywhere he had gone was as if a tornado had passed by as the things he didn’t want were scattered randomly on the floor.

Just as he left the last ice room, Feng Xi heard the rumbling sound of an explosion. The floor started to shake, causing him to jump in fright.

“Oh no! I almost forgot about the soul of the Qilin.”

Although he had never seen the soul of the Qilin before, he had a vague memory of it. Of all the refining materials he had taken, he didn’t remember seeing anything that resembled the soul of a Qilin, “Could the Ice Qilin have hidden it?”

Feng Xi grumbled as he searched everywhere again. He even jumped onto the top of the ice to get a better look, but he didn’t see any other hidden areas.

Just as he started to boil with frustration, he suddenly heard the slightly urgent voice of the King of the Netherworld, “Xi, come back!”

Feng Xi felt a shiver down his spine as he immediately jumped down from the ice tower. In his momentary state of panic, he had forgotten that the Ice Qilin was guarding the passage entrance. As he rushed out, the Ice Qilin turned around, completely unaware that someone had snuck into his treasury. The two people couldn’t stop fast enough and collided. As a result, something unfortunate happened…

The two people’s mouths collided with each other…

Feng Xi blinked, dumbfounded!

The Ice Qilin stared, frozen in place!

As a result, the two people forgot to separate and the rumbling sound around them gradually dulled!

It was when the Ice Qilin felt a menacing power rushing toward him that he tried to avoid out of instinct. However, no matter how fast his instincts were, the power of the King of the Netherworld was faster. A rumble traveled through the Ice Qilin’s head, almost splitting it as his body was flung outward. He spun a few times in the air before smashing violently into the ice pillar. The force caused the entire ice pillar to snap in half!

Seeing this change in event, everyone froze.

Looking up, they saw that the King of the Netherworld had his arm protectively around a boy in red who had appeared out of nowhere. His expression was cold as the gem on his forehead glowed dangerously. He expressionlessly stared at the Ice Qilin that he had attacked, eyes cold as ice.

Sophora was stunned. This was the first time that he had seen the King of the Netherworld with this type of expression on his face. It was a cold expression with a menacing bloodlust. Even when he had gone to cause trouble in the Netherworld before, he had never seen him reveal such a terrifying bloodlust. Now, he was willing to change his expression just for the boy in red. Sophora couldn’t figure what expression to wear on his face as he was at a loss. Who knew what he was thinking?

Di Yuntian and Mo Feimo looked at each other. The two old foxes had already gotten the news but hadn’t really believed it. However, after seeing this scene, they remembered the information from the communication crystal. Now it seemed that what they had heard was true.

Mo Feimo didn’t think about it much, but Di Yuntian let out a sigh.

He thought about his daughter, who refused to marry anyone but the King of the Netherworld. If she heard about this, she would flip a table.

The Ice Qilin was dizzy from the attack. He had no idea what he had done to the man for him to act like this. Once he crawled up, a silver figure appeared before him. He suddenly felt pressure on the space between his eyebrows. Before he could react, a golden stream of light rushed into his brain and disappeared before he could catch it.

Instantly, the Ice Qilin felt a burning pain in his soul.

The last scene he remembered was that boy in red, who had climbed on to the King of the Netherworld’s back, was waving his small fists angrily while glaring at him…