I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2241

Wants to create a new race.

Since ancient times, those with such ambitions were either heroes or cowards.

I wonder which category this so-called Nether King belongs to.

I heard Supreme Nine Suns continue: “When I drove away the Netherworld, the Nether King was still in seclusion.

Now he should have emerged, seeking revenge against me.”

Supreme Nine Suns was not flustered; he had enough confidence in his own strength.

No matter if it’s the Nether King, he can’t block his path.

Moreover, without understanding, Supreme Nine Suns wouldn’t act recklessly.

“But it seems the people coming aren’t just limited to the Nether King,” Xu Zimei said with interest.

The Nether King also knew of Supreme Nine Suns’ reputation, so this time, he sought revenge with some friends.

All were strong figures of the Ghost Tribe.

As this group approached, a gust of dark wind blew fiercely, like flying sand and rocks, turning day into night.

The dark wind gusted, causing the trees throughout the forest to rustle.

Large trees were uprooted, branches waved like a dance of demons, swaying continuously.

The wind blew so strong that people could barely open their eyes.

Looking up, the blue sky was invisible; looking down, in a moment, the earth seemed dyed brown.

The earth seemed lifeless.

“Your Netherworld is just like this, bringing something that can’t rise earlier,”

Supreme Nine Suns snorted coldly.

He took a step forward with his right foot.

“Bright blazing sun, where are the demons?”

In an instant, rounds of the sun rose from Supreme Nine Suns’ body.

Each of these suns seemed to burst forth from within him.

It was from his comprehension of the force of the sun, evolved.

When the suns rose one by one, carrying scorching flames and brilliant light, the original dark wind and darkness were completely dispelled.

People looked up to find, unknowingly, three figures standing in the void.

Each of these figures was like a ghost and god, exuding a spirit-stirring aura.

Supreme Nine Suns frowned slightly.

He originally thought it was just the Nether King, and that was fine.

Unexpectedly, the Nether King brought help, and the other two’s auras were no weaker than the Nether King.

“Nine Suns, you occupied my Netherworld land, I was in seclusion earlier, allowing you to be carefree all this time.

Now, we must settle this score carefully.”

The Nether King spoke sternly.

The Nether King wore a purple robe, an extreme deep purple carrying a sense of eeriness.

His features were devilish; between his palms, it seemed to be specially cultivated Nether King’s claws.

With each inhale and exhale, black gas flowed from his nostrils.

“Is this Nether King also a unique system?

Self-created cultivation?” Xu Zimei said with interest.

Supreme Nine Suns nodded slightly.

Replied: “The Nether King has grand ambitions, wanting to create a race, naturally needs the most suitable cultivation method.”

“The Nether King’s cultivation method opposes mine, he wishes to turn everything into Nether Soil.”

“In Nether Soil, no grass grows, all sounds silent.”

Barrenness and death coexist, this is the Nether King’s greatest vision.”

“The world is accommodating, whether it’s the so-called Ghost Tribe or this newly emerged Nether Tribe, the world will give them room to survive.”

“A small portion of Nether Soil doesn’t affect anything.

But wishing to turn the whole world into Nether Soil, this path is destined not to reach the extreme.”

Xu Zimei said faintly.

If the entire world were to be turned into Nether Soil, no one else would need to act, Xu Zimei would be the first to destroy him.

After all, he is closely tied to the Divine Continent, how could he allow anyone to ruin the world?

“Nine Suns, why not speak, are you afraid?”

The Nether King shouted lightly again.

Supreme Nine Suns did not pay attention to him; the hatred between him and the Nether King was irreconcilable, no need for useless words.

He focused his gaze on the two strong figures who accompanied the Nether King.

Both were elderly.

One elder wore a dark green long shirt, emitting a toxic aura that people dared not approach.

His face was covered in pustules, looking fierce and terrifying.

The other elderly was an old woman.

Holding a snake-headed cane, wisps of silver hair hanging down from her temples, especially her eyes, upon closer look, seemed like a primordial fierce serpent.

“Two friends shouldn’t be from the Netherworld,” Supreme Nine Suns spoke, asking.

“This old woman is Serpent Musk Granny,” the old woman said.

“This old man is the Undying Emperor,” the elder next to her immediately followed.

Although he had not met the two before, Supreme Nine Suns had heard of their titles.

Serpent Musk Granny, was an ancient serpent from ten thousand years ago.

There were rumors that Serpent Musk Granny’s grandmother was one of the first batch of cultivators in the world.

She can be called the oldest known cultivator thus far.

As for the Undying Emperor, despite his ugly and fierce appearance, he truly can bear the title of Undying.

There was a kingdom in the north called the Great Wilderness.

In the Great Wilderness examination, a young man attained the top position.

This young man was ambitious and capable, entering the court with top credentials.

After twenty years of trials and tribulations, he became the Prime Minister, above thousands, with infinite glory.

But at that time, the young man had seen enough of power and fame, believing only eternal life is eternal.

As for other things, they are illusory.

Born with none, die with none.

Thus, the young man gave up the position of Prime Minister, began to delve into immortality.

A hundred years passed like a fleeting horse, and he indeed researched his own path to eternal life.

Whether he truly can live forever is irrelevant; he lived for five thousand years, still undead.

Later, the young man called himself the Undying Emperor, fame spread in the Divine Land.

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“My Righteous Sun Sect should have no grievances with the two of you,” Supreme Nine Suns said.

“Why antagonize me?”

“Nine Suns, although we have no enmity, you should understand the exchange of interests,”

Serpent Musk Granny said.

“The Nether King promised me that if we resolve you this time, he will give me the inheritance of my grandmother, the first cultivating Snake Venerable.”

“You should have heard, after my grandmother’s passing, her legacy became incomplete, a large portion went into the tomb.

Later, the Nether King found it all.”

Following Serpent Musk Granny’s words, the Undying Emperor also laughed strangely.

“Heh heh heh…”

“The Nether King promised to help me recast my Third Lifetime, so Nine Suns, you must die today.”

Beside him, the Nether King seemed already impatient.

He said lightly: “Nine Suns, this time to kill you, this king paid an enormous price.

Just to be foolproof.”

“The newly created Netherworld, anyone who dares provoke us must die.”

Originally, in just land snatching, there wouldn’t be such a must-die situation.

But having just established the Netherworld, the Nether King bore great pressure, even broke ties with the Ghost Tribe, to establish the Netherworld.

At this time, the Netherworld must rely on fierceness to stand firm.