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Chapter 643: Screw This! There\'s Something Wrong With This Script!

This isn’t right!

Does Hell really not care about King Yanluo’s Seal any longer?

Wouldn’t that give rise to dreadful casualties on both sides? Why can’t they just live and let live?! Why are they hell bent on capturing me?

Unfortunately, the only words that she found were, “I am guilty as charged.”

The thousands of cultivators watching this sight were absolutely floored by what they had just seen. Everyone had the exact same expression - lips slightly ajar, with widened eyes and a slight quiver in their pupils.

“Is that Hell?” A young cultivator spoke with great trembling in his voice, “We’ve been struggling and tussling with this incarnate revenant for such a long time, and yet she actually lies meek as a sheep before Hell, without the slightest intention in putting up any form of resistance?”

It was because these seemingly placid words contained a far deeper meaning.

Hell had taken things into its own hands, and Su Daji had finally admitted to her crimes. And all it took was one Abyssal Prefect of Hell, as well as a thousand Yin soldiers.

My friends who have perished in this long struggle of ours, are you seeing this?

Qin Ye gently rolled up the curtain and drifted out of the carriage with a dog in his hands.

That said, his Yin energy flourished like the majestic oceans, filling the entire vicinity with a stifling presence.

“Here!” Su Daji trembled as she shrieked back nervously.

“Do you think that just because Dong Zhuo holds eight shards of King Yanluo’s Seal, he has the right to summon Hell to do his bidding?”

Su Daji’s forehead was percolating with cold sweat.

She should never have tested Hell. She had never anticipated Hell to possess such immense determination to unify the entire nation!

“Silence.” Qin Ye straightened his body, and then gently stroked Harken’s fur, “I didn’t even ask you a question. What gives you the right to answer me?”

If any of them were to speak to a Prefect-class Yin spirit like that… the consequences would be unthinkable!

With her head to the ground, she trembled as she maintained her posture of humility.

“Do you have military formations?”

“Do you have the support of the twelve envoys?”

“I’m afraid you’re only able to enter Limbo at best.”

He was confronting her with the truth - the irrefutable truth.

Qin Ye’s gaze grew cold and frigid.

At once, Su Daji trembled violently and motioned to look up in astonishment.

“Sss…” Soft gasps echoed from all around them. These were the reactions of the cultivators who couldn’t hide their astonishment.

Meanwhile, Su Daji nearly passed out - That voice earlier… was the Harken’s voice?!

The Harken has actually made a move, and is standing before me right now?!

“Think it over.” Qin Ye transformed into a stream of nethergale and rushed right back to his carriage. The curtains fell, “The Qingming Festival next year is your final deadline.”

As the carriage departed, one of the generals promptly looked up and protested, “My Lady! Why do you have to bow down to that man? You need only ask--...”

“It’s not in your place to tell me what to do!”

The wind whistled past her ears. She felt no different from a sojourner wandering the dank streets in the rain. The intense fear in her heart filled her soul with a frigid chill, and she couldn’t help but hug herself with chattering teeth.

The leverage and bargaining chips that she thought she possessed were nothing of significance in the eyes of Hell.

Leverage on that for an opportunity to leave Cathay?

Hell holds the only key to unlocking the Array of the Nine Gods. If they don’t agree, what other options do we have? We’d have no choice but to perish here in the four corners of Cathay! Hell would never be provoked by these trivialities of ours!

With fear and despair raging in her heart, she flew straight back to her own lair, located in the best five-star hotel in Pearl River Delta, the Twilight Cloud Hotel. She immediately collapsed into her sofa, and her chest heaved and fell with every breath that she took. Her hands tugged at her hair in a maddened frenzy, and she made a series of peculiar, guttural sounds in her throat.

What should I do next?

“We haven’t seen a single Emissary of Hell in a hundred years… This means that Hell had most certainly perished in the great collapse back then. The new Hell was only formed slightly over a year ago, and yet… there are already Abyssal Prefects among their Emissaries of Hell?”

Are they crazy?!

Can you really afford to wage war against us now? Aren’t you afraid that we might slaughter the humans in our territory in a fit of rage? Wouldn’t that tarnish your name and taint your reputation for the years to come?

This screen of light revealed the image of dense clouds of Yin energy. Two jade-green clumps of netherflames flickered softly, while a colossal body appeared to stir within.

“Oh?” The entity on the other side of the screen appeared somewhat startled, “Well?”

The Yin energy in the screen stirred softly, “They’re not willing to trade the shards of King Yanluo’s Seal in exchange for our permission to leave the country?”

“And if they refuse, we’d be no different from turtles in a jar! Do you understand? So long as they send an Abyssal Prefect after us, both you and I will most certainly perish! Even if we abandon our nests and refrain from consuming blood and flesh, we can at best be on the run for the rest of our lives!”

No matter the cost, those who refuse to submit will be returned from ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

Seconds later, the entity on the other end of the screen roared in fury, “Why do these King Yanluo’s seem to be getting less and less virtuous as time goes by?! Doesn’t he think about the number of Yin soldiers he has at his disposal now? Why do they have to force us into a corner? Is he really hell bent on duking it out against the millions of Yin spirits on our end? Doesn’t he care about the potential costs involved?!”

“”But that’s not important… What’s important is what we’re going to do now?” Her eyes gleamed as she stared deep into the screen, “Surrender? I’ve confirmed the presence of both an Abyssal Prefect and even the Harken. There’s no way we can win against them.”

Su Daji gazed back and responded with a voice just as chilling as ever, “It’s either that… or we become vegetarians for the rest of our lives.”

The new Hell had managed to nurture an Abyssal Prefect in just a year and a half from its incipience. Even if it was a hasty and shoddy job, it was still an Abyssal Prefect no matter how one looked at it.

But, at the same time, she didn’t want to be banished to the depths of the six paths of reincarnation. This was her bottom line.

“The Qingming Festival!” Su Daji screamed, causing all of the luxurious decors in her room to explode into smithereens.

After a long time, the voice on the other end of the screen chuckled coldly, “Su Daji… Let me ask you something - we’ve enjoyed the luxuries and splendor of life for a hundred years. Don’t you wish to revel in such a beautiful dream any longer?”

The voice from the other end of the screen responded with some measure of lingering allure, “I wouldn’t want that either.”

“If we want to continue indulging in luxury and splendor even after submitting to Hell, we’d definitely have to give them a good show of our might!”