The Prodigies War

Chapter 2139 Supreme Fiend in the Eighteenth Level Breaks Loose

Bang!

In an earth-shattering collision, the Origin Spirit Gourd trembled violently as it got directly suppressed and then sucked into the Dao Endless Pagoda.

Underworld Son's face completely clouded over watching this.

Just a second ago, he had felt unprecedentedly triumphant.

Now, at the moment, he was unprecedentedly upset.

His expression was unsightly. His seven orifices smoldered and he trembled all over with utter fury. In the end, he couldn't help but cough out another mouthful of blood.

His Xuanshang True Halberd, his Star Map of All, his Origin Spirit Gourd…

They had been robbed from him!

All of them!

AGHHH!

Underworld Son couldn't help but recall many tragic scenes from his past. His heart quivered even more, and his resentment hit a point where he tightly gritted his teeth.

"Lin Xun…” He abruptly raised his head and stared dead at Lin Xun with bloodshot eyes, opening his mouth to say something.

However, he then saw Lin Xun vanish on the spot as the latter teleported toward the Old Bronze Tree in the distance.

Underworld Son was dumbfounded for a good moment before he realized what Lin Xun was trying to do.

This bastard… He…he wants to take this opportunity to rob my Thirty-Six Swords of Absolute Inundation too!

Poof!

Underworld Son only felt an impact to his chest, and he finally spewed out the lump of blood that had been clogged in his throat.

You damn bully!

However, when he made an effort to control the flying swords to fight back, Lin Xun commanded the Dao Lifeless Seal to perform a flurry of bombardment. Consequently, the thirty-six Emperor-grade swords fell from the air like fish being stunned mid-leap and were collected into his pocket.

Meanwhile, Underworld Son suffered from the backlash. His whole body shivered and his face paled.

“Are you okay?” Lin Xun asked the Old Bronze Tree.

The Old Bronze Tree looked relieved like it had just survived a calamity. “These treasures are really powerful. It’s a good thing that you got them, or else my old trunk would surely have been chopped up… Anyway, congratulations, they are really good treasures…”

Towards the end, its tone carried a hint of insuppressible envy and desire.

Lin Xun put away the set of flying swords, and then turned to look at Underworld Son with a smile. “All thanks to our Treasure Delivery Boy. Without him, how could you and I get to see such marvelous treasures?”

Old Bronze Tree nodded repeatedly.

Treasure Delivery Boy? An apt nickname indeed!

Hearing their conversation, Underworld Son felt a rush of blood straight to his head, and he couldn't help but want to vomit blood again.

He hastily took a deep breath to press down his manic hatred. Through his clenched jaws, heavy words came out one by one, ''Bastard Lin! You are dead. No one in existence can save you this time!”

His long hair danced wildly. His eyes looked close to bursting out of their sockets. His voice shook the region.

Boom!

At his feet, the Spirit Refining Kettle glowed, generating a bizarre and obscure fluctuation. Faintly in the air, various Law Powers materialized and draped around Underworld Son.

Lin Xun's pupils constricted. He stormed forward and urged the Dao Lifeless Seal to attack.

What ensued was an unexpected scene. The Dao Lifeless Seal, a powerful Kunlun’s Emperor weapon, was repelled by the Law Powers released from the kettle before it could even get close!

Buzz!

The seal stumbled and almost spun out of control, causing Lin Xun's qi and blood to churn as well.

“This is his strongest treasure!” shrieked the Old Bronze Tree.

Lin Xun barked, “Yeah, no shit.”

The Spirit Refining Kettle, whose origin was utterly mysterious, had saved Underworld Son’s life every time Lin Xun had thought that he had killed the other party. Incredibly miraculous and inconceivable was not enough to describe it.

It was no exaggeration to say that a humanoid, moving treasure trove like Underworld Son would have been killed countless times over if it wasn't for this kettle.

Lin Xun's expression gradually became grave.

In the distance, Underworld Son was obviously activating a secret art because the Spirit Refining Kettle looked like it was awakening from ages of silence. The aura spreading from it was as mystifying as the law of the almighty dao, boundlessly terrifying.

Lin Xun attacked again without hesitation, but no matter what kind of treasures and techniques he resorted to, he was unable to even rattle the power coming from the Spirit Refining Kettle.

“Bastard Lin, I thought you were very strong? Come on, come and kill me!” Underworld Son looked frosty, while his eyes burned with raging hatred.

The aura of his kettle grew thicker, as if it was communicating something.

“Fellow Daoist, what do we do?” Fear struck the Old Bronze Tree’s heart as it sensed something ominous, as if a heavenly disaster would befall the next moment.

Lin Xun frowned and didn’t say a word.

Underworld Son was nothing to fear, but the uncanny Spirit Refining Kettle was another story since Lin Xun also smelled a very dangerous threat from it.

“Hahahaha, you two idiots! Have you never considered it at all? This hell hole that can make even Emperors suffer, so how did I…get here?” Underworld Son laughed up at the sky. There was something hair-raising about that laugh.

This was indeed what Lin Xun was wondering. The entrance to Dark Hidden Purgatory had always been under guard of Copper Sparrow House. How could they possibly let a scoundrel like Underworld Son in?

Moreover, he was not yet an Emperor and thus had limited battle power. If it wasn’t for the Spirit Refining Kettle, then the sixth floor would already be difficult for him, let alone the ninth floor!

“It's only normal that you can't figure it out. There are many things in this world you don't know about!” Underworld Son's eyes carried a grim look. He had regained his composure, and he even exuded a sense of superiority when facing Lin Xun.

“I know that you're trying to stall for time, otherwise, knowing the enmity you have for me, you would have killed me the second you got the chance instead of spouting so much nonsense,” said Lin Xun calmly. “Old Bronze Tree, let's go. We have captured a lot of great treasures with this trip anyway, so it's not a loss.”

With that, he turned around and left.

The Old Bronze Tree hurriedly followed.

In a situation he couldn’t see through, Lin Xun planned to avoid it for the time being. Underworld Son was not enough to worry about, but that Spirit Refining Kettle was too bizarre.

Underworld Son immediately sneered, “Want to leave? It's already too late!”

As soon as those words were said, KABOOM!

The entire ninth level of Dark Hidden Purgatory quaked. It was as if there was a terrifying existence underneath these grounds that was about to break loose.

In fact, the tremor was running through all eighteen levels of Dark Hidden Purgatory at the same time. A chilling-cold will, powerful like a deity who was entrenched in the deepest part of this purgatory, seemed to have awakened and was rocketing up from the lowest level to the seventeenth, sixteenth, fifteenth floor….

It triggered great earthquakes in every floor, jolting up numerous fiend spirits along the way who then shivered in panic.

During this, Big Yellow and the drunkard outside Dark Hidden Purgatory revealed shocked expressions in unison. They exchanged glances, both realizing that something unexpected and shocking was occurring.

“It's the fellow imprisoned in the eighteenth level!”

Big Yellow had already vanished by the time the exclamation left the drunkard’s mouth. It had rushed into Dark Hidden Purgatory.

“Ol’ Dog acts like it’s in heat every time an opportunity for a fight is present…” muttered the drunkard before he also rushed in after Big Yellow.

The upper nine floors of Dark Hidden Purgatory couldn’t accommodate existences of their cultivation levels, but it was no problem for the lower nine floors.

“The eighteenth floor… Could it be that person?” Astonishment flashed in Qing Ying’s clear eyes. She had stayed behind.

In the ancient records, the eighteenth level of Dark Hidden Purgatory was the prison of solely one will force that had once belonged to a mighty primeval expert!

It was also the most terrifying existence in Dark Hidden Purgatory. Since the end of the primeval era Calamity of Ruin to the present day, the eighteenth floor was simply a taboo area that barely anyone dared to set foot into.

According to what Qing Ying knew, only Array Emperor Lu and the Lord of Copper Sparrow House had entered that area during these countless eons.

When Array Emperor Lu had returned from that place, he had said, “It’s one who is, admirably, obsessed with the Dao.”

The Lord of Copper Sparrow House, on the other hand, had not made a single comment after his return. He had only passed down an order that no one was allowed to take a step near the eighteenth floor!

“With Young Master Lin's current strength, as capable of killing Emperors as he is, the ninth floor is already the deepest he can go. No matter what, there is no chance he can offend that existence in the eighteenth floor…”

Qing Ying was alarmed, for her guess was that something unexpected had happened in the ninth floor and started this!

……

Inside Dark Hidden Purgatory.

An illusory figure in the fourteenth floor took one step forward and entered the thirteenth floor with ease. It was like walking up the floors was walking on flat ground for him.

Contrary to his manner, countless powerful beings trembled in terror wherever he passed.

The figure was dressed in plain clothes, had snow-white hair that fluttered after him, and looked sickly thin. His appearance was blurry, looking unreal and disoriented.

The twelfth floor.

The eleventh floor.

The scenery around him changed with every step he took. His demeanor was calm, but his speed was astounding, fearless of the pressure and restraints of the Law Power permeating Dark Hidden Purgatory!

After arriving at the tenth floor, the plain-clothed figure was about to take the next step when he suddenly stopped.

Right at that moment, a big yellow dog suddenly swept out from nothingness and blocked his path.

“It's really you, Zhukong. Sure enough, only you can cause such a big commotion. Back then, my master showed you mercy and let you live out of respect for your bravery and spirit, so why are you breaking the rules now?” Big Yellow looked full of vigilance. Its ever-arrogant attitude was gone, replaced by a kind of gravity.

“Breaking the rules? No, I just want to rescue the descendant of an old acquaintance. You better get out of the way, or I won't be polite,” said the plain-clothed man. His voice resounded like a sword and was devoid of any emotions.

His frame was frail, but when he spoke, he resembled a supreme deity who emanated an aura that was not to be questioned or contradicted.

If it was any other Emperor, they would have been frightened into dropping on their knees.

Big Yellow, however, was Big Yellow after all, who had chased and hunted Heavenly Buddha Master of the Three Ultimate Assassins to the point the latter had fled using all four limbs!

Inhaling deeply, the dog then bared its white fangs and coldly said, “Descendant of an old acquaintance? Dark Hidden Purgatory has always been under the control of our Copper Sparrow House, so tell me, Zhukong, why have I never heard of such a person entering this place?”

Misty light streamed along its fur as the dog’s aura became fierce and domineering. It was an extremely intimidating look, as if a primeval ferocious beast had taken over its body.

“This Dark Hidden Purgatory was created by the first Calamity of Ruin before it was occupied by your master, the inner workings of which you don’t understand. Also, you alone…can't stop me,” said the plain-clothed man, already lifting his feet to leave.

“What if you count me in?” The void tumbled, and the drunkard emerged from it. His usually drowsy eyes were as bright as stars and as sharp as swords at this moment.

The drunkard stood next to Big Yellow, his clothes fluttering.