Otherworldly Evil Monarch Chapter 900

Published at 17th of August 2019 01:05:09 PM

It turned out that this was simply a giant trap! Allowing you to draw your sword at the last moment, giving you endless hope, but in an instant sending you plunging back to the bottom of hell, never to rise again!

Under the disbelieving eyes of everyone, the swords clashed together. Like a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds, the Holy Land's Venerables' swords did not even manage to last for a fraction of a second as they were sliced clean through!

A sound made by greatswords smashing against swords actually sounded as light as an axe chopping against a block of wood. Practically without slowing down at all, it continued through without pause!

Blood flew high into the sky!

Amidst the blood curdling screams, the blades of the three black robed men rose and fell, instantly unleashing three strokes in unison!

The first stroke broke apart the opponents' swords, slicing into the enemy's shoulders, almost cutting them through to the waist. The second stroke slashed upwards towards their other shoulder, causing three dismembered arms to fly several zhang outwards!

The third stroke slashed horizontally, throwing three heads high into the sky!

Qiao Ying closed her eyes and looked away.

On the Holy Lands' side, everyone was staring in shock and disbelief as they watched the three heads tumbling through the sky. In that moment, they'd already become incapable of thought.

A moment ago, they'd clearly witnessed their side drawing their swords and regaining the advantage and turning the situation around. The other side had made a crucial mistake, and from the looks of it, their side's victory was at hand. But before they could even react, they'd already lost. How was that possible?! Just what was going on?!

The three black robed men stood over the dismembered bodies of their opponents like death gods, their bodies drenched in blood.

With a loud shing sound, three blades returned to their sheath in an instant; the three hulking black robed men raised their eyes and looked at the crowd coldly, before turning around and returning back to their respective troops!

“First battle! Evil Monarch's victory!” Qu Wu Hui gritted his teeth and announced. The results of the battle was already clear. As the judge, even if he more unwilling to open his mouth, he had to announce the results!

On the side of the Holy Lands, everyone's eyes were red and their breaths were heavy. Each of them were gritting their teeth so hard that they produced screeching noises. However, no one opened their mouths to say anything. All of them recognized a single point; today's battle was battle of life and death. Life or death were the only results. With that as a precondition, it was only to be expected that all kinds of methods, no matter how despicable, could be used. Losing meant dying, so there was really no argument in blaming the other party!

Died a wrongful death? Then you can only blame yourself for being careless! You can only blame yourself for not using your strongest techniques! You can only blame yourself for not being despicable enough! But no matter how you want to blame, the only thing you can't do is to blame your enemy!

Without waiting for the four judges to say anything, five white robed men had already walked out.

Five first level Saints!

The second round of the battle had officially begun!

The faces of the five from the Holy Land's side were filled with killing intent. Their hands were gripping onto the hilt of their swords tightly as they walked, their momentums fierce and unstoppable! While they were walking with such an imposing manner, their clothes actually did not move at all. Even the corners of their sleeves did not shake in the slightest!

Two of the experts were from the Elusive World of Immortals, one from the Supreme Golden City, and two from the Illusory Blood Sea.

“Jun Mo Xie, send your men out!” The Saint standing in the lead said as he stood out and stared at Jun Mo Xie coldly.

These five would definitely not make the same mistakes as the three before them. Before the fight had even started, they were already prepared to draw their swords. This fight was bound to be much fiercer than the one before it!

A few second level Saints took this chance to come out and pick up the three corpses scattered on the battlefield. Looking at the horribly dismembered body parts, each of them had a solemn and grievous look on their faces…

“Jun Mo Xie, hurry up and send your people out to die! What are petty tricks and schemes worth? Did you think that obtaining one round of victory by fluke using despicable methods means that you've already won?” As he saw Jun Mo Xie laughing and speaking casually to Mei Xue Yan beside him in an unhurried manner, completely ignoring him, that Saint flew into a rage and roared again.

Finally, Jun Mo Xie turned around and looked at him with a faint smile. “There's an ancient saying that goes 'an army burning with desperate indignation is bound to win'. Perhaps you all can try being more indignant to your heart's content. Who knows, you might have a chance at winning this round. The fact that I'm not in a hurry to send my men out simply means that I've extended the time you get to live in this world. The few of you, it's one thing to not be grateful…”

After a short pause, Young Master Jun chuckled coldly and continued. “Why, are you making that pitiful face to try and scare this Young Master? F*ck, we've agreed beforehand that this is a battle of life and death. Your guys were useless, so they died. Why? You can't accept it?”

The five of them were so angered that their chests heaved heavily. As they stared back at him, they only wished that they could spit a mouthful of saliva on that detestable face. The person in the lead growled with hatred and replied, “The few of us naturally know what a battle of life and death is; there's no need for you to tell us! Although our comrades have died, this old man has a responsibility to collect a debt of blood in their stead!”

“Ages to ages, the pugilistic world endures even as brotherhoods grow and fade away. If revenge breeds revenge, will there ever be an end to it…” Jun Mo Xie lamented dramatically. “The various enmities and vengeance of the pugilistic world truly harmed countless people ah… Since the ancient days, how many beautiful and happy families have been torn apart because of a single pointless killing… Five noble Saints, if you truly feel deeply attached to the three brothers who died earlier and can't bear to be apart from them, why don't you just draw your swords and stab your own throats? That way, you can naturally be reunited with them again… What is the point of seeking revenge? Why don't you kill yourselves instead? Could it be that you don't wish to see your brothers again? There's no need to hesitate any longer. Just a single slash, and you will be able to reunite again. How straightforward would it be!”

The moment these words rang out, everyone's faces turned exceedingly ugly. Even the three Guardians with incredible mental fortitude were also completely stumped as they looked at Jun Mo Xie speechlessly. Nobody could have thought that a person with such thick skin and such shamelessness would actually exist in this world…

To think that he could actually speak on the side of the principles of righteousness, while persuading others to kill themselves. To even be able to put it in a way so noble that it would be letting down the heavens and earth, letting down their family, and even letting themselves down if they didn't commit suicide…

“HAHAHA…” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master roared with laughter as he praised. “This brat is truly shameless! The extent of his shamelessness indeed has the style of the three Holy Lands! Indeed, indigo blue is extracted from the indigo plant, but is bluer than the plant it comes from! 1 To use such a method to deal with the three Holy Lands, how truly refreshing! How f*cking satisfying!”

Cheng Yin Xiao and Qu Wu Hui didn't know whether to laugh or cry…

What is this ah… If you want to praise Jun Mo Xie, then so be it. Why must you drag the Holy Lands into it? The Holy Lands sometimes act somewhat embarrassingly, but they are still passable on the surface. When have they been this shameless in such an open manner?

On the other side, the five Saints were trembling with rage, seemingly about to explode at any moment. Yet, Young Master Jun was still standing there and lecturing them patiently. “Moreover, how can this be a place for vengeance? This is a battlefield where both sides pit their lives against each other! You guys coming out simply means that one side has already finished with their preparations… Revenge? Are the brains of you retards spoilt? I originally wanted to let the few of you live for a little longer. But looks like there's no need for that now. It's really hard to be kind ah… In the next match, there will probably be people coming out to take revenge for the five of you as well! At least you don't need to worry about being lonely on your journey through the Yellow Springs!”

“Young Master Jun, a sharp tongue does not necessarily result in a victory.” Hai Wu Ya said with a low voice. This Saint Emperor Hai's face was completely black, and he was obviously not feeling very good in his heart.

“The advantage of a sharp tongue might not necessarily result in a victory, but inverting black and white is the specialty of the three Holy Lands!” Jun Mo Xie laughed coldly and finally raised his voice. “The enemy sent out five first level Saints. Who will go from my side to tear the enemy apart?”

“I will!” 170 first level Saints stepped forward at the same time, the eyes of every single one of them blazing with battle intent! In this short one year plus, the Heaven Destroyer and Spirit Devourer soldiers had gained strength and power at a speed akin to a dream. After that, they'd ran about reaping lives like madmen. Whether in spirit or body, all of them had been forged into true killing machines by Jun Mo Xie!

To them, battles had already become a happy and joyous activity! Especially a situation to fight and slaughter Saints…. How many chances would one get to do something like that in their lives? Thus, all of them naturally vied for the spot!

Without even turning his head, Jun Mo Xie commanded coldly. “Heaven Destroyer Team, ninth platoon, the five at the back, step forward! Fight!”

“Yes!”

Five black robed men stepped out in unison, a tune of death resonating from their steps! Ten emotionless eyes stared forward and locked onto the five Saints, as if they were only looking at five corpses!

Their hands were also gripping onto the blades on their waist. Like their opponents, the five of them were also prepared to draw their blades at anytime.

“What do you think about this fight?” Qiao Ying asked.

The battle hadn't even begun, but the killing intent in the air had already reached a level that exceeded even the intensity of the previous match!

“For the time being, it's difficult to say… But based on their strengths, it should be same as the last match. Our side still has the greater advantage; furthermore, there will not be any underestimations this time… on paper, we should be able to take this match with no issues. But for some reason, this old man does not dare to say that for certain!” Cheng Yin Xiao furrowed his brows and said.

“What's there to not be certain! I've been watching those three guys from their side after the battle. Those three had simply been relying on that strange formation, as well as their incomparably fierce divine sabers to unexpectedly take the first match… However, those three weapons are still hanging by their waists now; it hasn't been passed to the five man team…”

Qu Wu Hui said with a faint laughter. “Divine weapons like that that could cut through steel like mud; even if there's just a single one of them, it would already be a rare treasure in the world. For three to appear at the same place and time is truthfully exceedingly shocking; Old Cheng, do you think that this entire army of 300 all has a treasured divine weapon like that? That would be the greatest joke that this old man has ever heard of in a thousand years…”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master looked over and smiled in a strange manner. “Oh? Qu Wu Hui, could it be that you feel that your side has the confirmed victory in this battle? If that's the case, how about the two of us have a little bet?”

“Bet? How do we bet?” Qu Wu Hui and the others raised their eyebrows and looked at the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master.

“Very simple. I'll bet that the black side wins, and you all will naturally bet on your Holy Lands' side.” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master snorted and said. “Whoever loses will have to dig out one thousand earthworms from this place without using Xuan Qi or spiritual sense, relying entirely on the strength of the physical body!”

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