Chapter 144 He is the only bond in my life

These words were obviously directed to Yeluvis.

There was undisguised sarcasm and hostility in his tone.

Yeluvis slowly manipulated the protective cover's platform, allowing it to stay steadily in the air in the center of the palace.

Only then did Shen Qingze see the full appearance of the man on the throne -

He was extremely tall, standing there like an ancient statue.

His muscles were clearly defined, and he was wearing a rusty black armor, giving off a battlefield-hardened aura.

His eyes were fixed on them, as if they were real, with scrutiny and oppression.

Yeluvis met his gaze,

His expression was calm and his voice was calm.

"Lord of the Undead, how are you?"

The Lord of the Dead sneered.

The laughter was full of disdain, as if it had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"I didn't expect to see you again. Why did you come to my land of the dead this time? Is there anything else that I need to trouble you, the true god?"

"It's rare that you didn't even say hello."

"I came here to take a soul away."

Yeluvis's tone remained calm, but it was filled with unquestionable firmness.

"Take the soul away?"

The Lord of the Undead raised his eyebrows, and the murderous look in his eyes became stronger.

"Can you take the souls from my Land of the Dead just because you want to?"

"Yeluvis, you take yourself too seriously."

Yeluvis's eyes turned slightly cold, and the air pressure around him dropped a few degrees instantly.

"He's just a soul that shouldn't be here. I will give him a reasonable destination."

"A reasonable destination?"

The Lord of the Dead stood up suddenly, his huge figure casting a long shadow in the palace.

"He's best off staying with me! You want to take him away, have you asked me?"

The air between the two of them seemed to freeze in an instant.

An invisible tension permeated the air, as if a conflict would break out at any second.

Shen Qing nervously grasped the corner of Yeluweisi's clothes.

Ye Xiang also held his breath, not daring to breathe.

Yeluweisi pulled Shen Qingze behind him, and placed his arms across his body to form a solid barrier.

He walked forward at a steady pace.

The black robe rustled in the sudden cold wind.

With every step, tiny golden ripples appeared on the ground, colliding with the surrounding black air and making crackling sounds.

He raised his eyes to look at the throne, and his tone finally had a hint of coldness.

"How long are you going to keep talking about something that happened thousands of years ago?"

The Lord of the Undead slammed the armrest of the throne, and the entire piece of obsidian exploded instantly.

The broken stones shot at Yeluvis like sharp arrows,

"Mumbling?"

He roared and leaped from his throne,

The spikes on the armor gleamed coldly in the dim light, and when they landed on the ground, the entire palace shook.

"Back then, 30,000 ghost soldiers under my command died while defending the border of the underworld, and you were meditating and practicing on the next hill!"

"The messenger I sent for help didn't even see you!"

He suddenly punched Yeluvis in the face, and the black energy with tremendous force condensed into a huge fist in mid-air.

"If you hadn't stood by and watched, how would those hypocrites of the Angel God dare to covet the entrance to the underworld?!"

Yeluvis dodged sideways, flicking his fingertips in the air.

The golden light blade instantly split the giant black fist into two halves!

"If I intervene, the war will only spread to the three realms."

His voice was still calm, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

"Do you think those angel gods really wanted to fight for the underworld? They just wanted to drag me down with them."

"Excuses! All excuses!"

Yeluvis dodged his finger and his black robe swept across the ground, leaving a shallow mark.

He suddenly chuckled, and the golden light gathered from his fingertips illuminated half of his face.

"If I had taken action back then, do you think I would still be able to hold on to the position of Lord of the Undead?"

The pupils of the Lord of the Undead suddenly shrank, and he slapped the stone pillar with his backhand, causing the entire palace to tremble violently.

"Do you think I care about this crappy position? If you hadn't deserted the battlefield back then—"

"If I join the war,"

Yeluweisi interrupted him, his voice suddenly turned cold.

"The current God Realm has long become purgatory."

He walked forward slowly, and with every step he took, a golden pattern appeared on the ground.

"How long will you hold a grudge against me? Are you holding a grudge against me for not letting you follow those angel gods and mess up the three realms?"

The Lord of the Dead clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as bones.

"I hate the way you talk about 'staying out of it'!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

"I hate you even more for not even turning your head back when you turned around."

Yeluvis paused, his silver hair falling to hide the emotions in his eyes.

"I will go to the meeting at the beginning of next month."

When he raised his eyes, the golden light had disappeared.

"But it's not for the God Realm, it's to tell you - there are some choices that I would still do if I had to do it again."

The Lord of the Undead's eyes were red, and he waved his hand violently, stirring up a black fog. Countless ghosts were howling in the fog.

"You are selfish to the core! You treat the names of the Seven Gods as mere decorations, and the lives of your best friends as nothing!"

The black fog surged towards Yeluvis like a tide, and wherever it passed, even the air was frozen into black ice crystals.

The golden light around Yeluweisi burst out, shocking the black fog back.

"I am selfish?"

He took a step forward, and golden divine light condensed into a huge magic circle on the dome of the palace.

"If I hadn't used my divine power as a sacrifice to cast the barrier, do you think the Land of the Dead would still exist peacefully until now?"

The Lord of the Undead was forced to retreat again and again by the golden light, and the rust on his armor fell off.

He stared at Yeluvis and suddenly laughed wildly.

"What a great sacrifice of godhood! So now you have been reduced to the point of breaking into my land of the dead as a mortal?"

He pointed at Shen Qingze fiercely, his eyes full of anger.

"Just for this kind of ants that live and die in a day, you don't even want to go back to the God Realm?!"

“He’s not an ant.”

Yeluvis's voice suddenly turned stern, and the golden light instantly suppressed the breath of the Lord of the Undead.

"He is the only bond that binds me in this life. Compared to those hypocritical hymns in the God Realm, I love the warmth of his palms more."

He raised his hand and a beam of golden light flew past the Undead Lord's ear and cut the stone pillar behind him in half.

"As for the God Realm, whether or not to return, and when to return, is not your turn to comment."

The Lord of the Undead looked at the stone pillar that was broken into two pieces, his chest heaving violently.

He stared at Yeluvis for a long time, and the hostility in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only deep fatigue.

"You... are still so hateful."

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, staggered and leaned against the broken pillar.

"It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will still be like this a thousand years later."

Yeluvis retracted his divine light, and the hostility around him also disappeared.

The Lord of the Undead curled the corners of his mouth, which was considered as his agreement.

He waved his hand and opened the stone door of the corridor on the left. The gravel rolled on the ground with a harsh sound.

"The third stone chamber, go find it yourself."

Yeluweisi nodded, turned around and took Shen Qingze's hand.

Shen Qing could feel that the temperature of his palm was higher than usual, and his fingertips were still trembling slightly——

That was the aftereffect of the violent fluctuation of divine power.

As he walked through the corridor, Ye Xiang's steps became more and more urgent, his hands clenched into fists.

When the door of the third stone chamber appeared in front of him, he almost broke it open and rushed in.

"Qi Hao!"

In the center of the stone chamber, Xiao Qihao's soul was hanging in the air, his body so transparent that it seemed like it would dissipate at any time.

Ye Xiang rushed over and hugged him in his arms.

As soon as the hot tears touched the soul, they turned into white smoke and rose up.

He held on to the illusory figure tightly, and his sobs echoed repeatedly in the empty stone chamber.