Chapter 133: You Will Surely Pay Your Blood Debt with Blood

The Crown Prince... has been defeated!

Everyone was stunned as they watched Jiang Rulong being trampled beneath the foot of the Nether Poison Emperor. The Third Prince stood frozen, staring at the scene in utter disbelief. Jiang Mingde’s body went rigid, his jaw agape, equally unable to accept the reality before him.

Beiming Ye felt a tempest raging in her heart. She was one of the only two people who knew the true identity of the figure in black, yet she never imagined that Jun Wushuang could drive Jiang Rulong into such a desperate situation.

Jiang Rulong and Jun Wushuang were people from two entirely different worlds. One was high above, a dragon among men; the other, though just beginning to show his edge, was still a country bumpkin. Yet, at this moment, Jun Wushuang had used the Nether Poison Emperor and the Yin-Nether Corpse-Raising Formation to completely crush Jiang Rulong. It was preposterous!

"Ah, ah, ah! You ant! No matter who you are, no matter how great your background, I swear, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!" Jiang Rulong roared, his eyes bloodshot and filled with frantic killing intent as he lay beneath the Emperor’s foot. "If I do not avenge this humiliation, I am no man!"

Never had he suffered such disgrace. The rage within him burned violently; he stared fixedly at Jun Wushuang, wishing to grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes, to destroy his soul entirely.

"Save those words for the King of Hell!" Jun Wushuang said coldly.

The Nether Poison Emperor lifted its right foot and stomped down fiercely. Jiang Rulong’s head was crushed, blood spilling everywhere in a shocking display.

*Pfft!*

Severely wounded and poisoned, Jiang Rulong was overcome with fury, coughing up a massive mouthful of blood. He quickly deactivated his Dharma Form, reverting to his original human shape.

"Die!"

Jun Wushuang showed no mercy, nor did he hesitate. Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Rulong’s strength had hit rock bottom, he commanded the Nether Poison Emperor to deliver the killing blow.

*Boom!*

The Nether Poison Emperor struck with overwhelming force. Had this blow landed, not even Jiang Rulong’s Dragon-Blood Sacred Body could have saved him. The Third Prince and the others watched with eyes about to burst, yet they were helpless to intervene.

"Who dares to harm my son!"

Just then, a majestic shout rang out like a thunderclap. The terrifying sound waves caused everyone’s heads to throb with pain. A golden figure suddenly appeared before Jiang Rulong. Dressed in a dragon robe and wearing an imperial crown—it was the Emperor of Qian!

However, this was not his true form, but a spiritual imprint left within Jiang Rulong—his final safeguard.

"Kill!"

Jun Wushuang’s gaze remained icy, his resolve firm. The Nether Poison Emperor continued its assault, striking toward the phantom of the Qian Emperor.

"Audacious wretch! I shall annihilate you today!"

The Qian Emperor’s phantom was incensed, reaching out a hand to strike.

*Boom!*

A golden palm, a thousand meters wide, blotted out the sky, descending like Mount Tai. The Qian Emperor was a master of the Martial Emperor realm; even a mere spiritual imprint of his was enough to slay a Heavenly King. As the palm fell, space shuddered, and fine cracks spread like a spiderweb. This was a blow capable of killing a Heavenly King!

Jun Wushuang’s eyes sharpened as he channeled all his power into the Nether Poison Emperor and the Yin-Nether Corpse-Raising Formation. The Nether Poison Emperor struck back with a claw, surging with an ocean of toxic gas.

*Boom!*

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. Gold light and poisonous gas exploded, ravaging everything in the vicinity. Three or four people were struck instantly, dying on the spot.

"Retreat!" Jiang Mingde’s expression changed drastically, and he led the forces of the Great Qian Dynasty in a rapid withdrawal. On the other side, Ye Xiao and the disciples of the Black Demon Sect also retreated, not daring to linger.

"Kill again!"

Jun Wushuang’s eyes remained cold; he would not hesitate because of the Qian Emperor. The Nether Poison Emperor struck once more.

*Rumble!*

The power of the Martial Emperor realm erupted like an apocalyptic disaster, destroying everything in its path. Soon, half of the underground tomb was leveled, reduced to ruins. Though the Qian Emperor was strong, this was not his true self, only a spiritual imprint. Gradually, the golden phantom began to fade. At this rate, the projection would eventually be worn away.

"You ant, I have remembered you. Next time, I will kill you with my own hands!"

The Qian Emperor’s phantom, unwilling to continue the fight, left this threat before sweeping up the severely wounded Jiang Rulong and fleeing outward like a golden rainbow.

"Third strike!"

Jun Wushuang reacted instantly. The Nether Poison Emperor lunged in pursuit.

*Boom!*

With a massive roar, the entire tomb shuddered violently, countless rocks raining down as if the structure were collapsing. The Qian Emperor’s phantom was finally defeated, dissipating into a myriad of light spots. Jiang Rulong coughed up more blood, his condition worsening, yet he remained conscious and had reached the exit.

"I swear to heaven, I will make you pay for this debt of blood!"

Jiang Rulong looked back, his eyes filled with bottomless hatred as he glared at Jun Wushuang. He would never forget the humiliation of this day. Regardless of who this man in black was, he would hunt him down!

*Whoosh!*

With that, Jiang Rulong vanished through the exit.

"A pity!" Jun Wushuang watched him flee with a sense of regret. He had intended to keep Jiang Rulong here permanently, but the appearance of the Qian Emperor’s phantom had ruined his plan. Still, after this battle, Jiang Rulong had gained no opportunities and was heavily injured. It would likely take three to five months for him to recover.

By then, Jun Wushuang believed he would be even stronger. Even without the Nether Poison Emperor, he would be able to slay Jiang Rulong head-on! *If you make an enemy of me, your fate is sealed!*

"The tomb is collapsing; we must get out!"

The battle between Jun Wushuang and Jiang Rulong had ended, but the destruction caused by the clash between the Nether Poison Emperor and the Qian Emperor’s phantom was too great. With the earth shaking and space fracturing, the tomb could no longer hold.

"Run! Get out first!"

The Third Prince and his men reacted fastest, scrambling toward the exit. The man in black was a disciple of the Black Demon Sect. If even the Crown Prince had been defeated, what hope did they have? As soon as Jiang Rulong fled, they made their escape. The Great Qian Dynasty had entered with fifty men, but only seventeen survived—a heavy toll indeed.

"The tomb is falling! Move!"

The Black Demon Sect followed suit. Their casualties were even higher; including Ye Xiao, only eleven survived. Neither side engaged in further combat, both scrambling frantically for the exit.

"Jun Wushuang!"

Beiming Ye felt a surge of anxiety. She looked back, hoping he would follow them. But Jun Wushuang remained seated on his bronze throne, unmoved.

"Master!" Ye Xiao was equally distressed, but a telepathic message from Jun Wushuang commanded him to leave first.

*Boom!*

The collapse intensified. Gritting his teeth and choosing to trust his master, Ye Xiao fled with the rest of the Black Demon Sect. Though Beiming Ye tried to turn back, she was dragged away by her father. Eventually, all survivors from the Great Qian Dynasty and the Black Demon Sect escaped.

*Boom!*

At that moment, the tomb collapsed entirely.