I, the Reborn Villain, After Nine Lifetimes of Simping Over the Empress, Crushed the System and Escaped

Shen Zhao, who transmigrated into the Immortal Martial Continent, was forced by the system to humbly fawn over the Empress for nine lifetimes.

However, what he thought was true love that coul...

Chapter 517 Xu Suiyan Enters the Great Wilderness

Ren Piaomiao's confident attitude made it difficult for Tianxie Xuanwang and Luo Manying to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Looking at the two cups of steaming tea on the stone table, they couldn't help but begin to communicate using telepathy.

"What exactly is Ren Piaomiao's purpose? Is it really just to seize the lands of Bashu?"

"Humans are such insignificant creatures, with only greed for power and desire for wealth in their eyes. Apart from that, they have nothing to be praised."

Are you sure this cup of tea really is the antidote?

"If the Three Corpse Soul-Severing Powder takes effect in another day, we will have no way to survive. Why not give it a try?"

"Very well. Xu Rong dared to turn against Jiuyou. This humiliation must be avenged. After the poison is cured, I will definitely make him experience the true wrath of Jiuyou."

"We cannot let Ren Piaomiao go either. No matter what his purpose is, he will die once the Nine Nether Passage is opened."

"Of course!"

The two quickly picked up their teacups and drank them down in one gulp.

A surge of heat flowed into his body through his throat, and the moment it came into contact with his dantian, his entire body emitted a blazing red light.

Ah~

"Drink!"

With a chorus of exclamations, the two exhaled large wafts of scorching air.

The poison of the Three Corpse Soul-Severing Powder was expelled from the body in an instant.

Once the poison was neutralized, Tianxie Xuanwang and Luo Manying felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration throughout their bodies.

"It really is the antidote. I can feel my injuries healing."

"Excellent! Now it's time to avenge Xu Rong for this humiliation!"

Once the Three Corpse Soul-Severing Powder was dispelled, the injuries in the two emperors' bodies recovered considerably.

However, the damage to one's physical strength caused by the Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra cannot be compensated for.

"Ha, your antidote is really good."

Luo Manying gave a soft murmur and bowed slightly.

"This is my gratitude to you on behalf of Luo Manying, representing Jiuyou."

The Heavenly Evil King, standing to the side, sneered: "You did the right thing, and you deserve to be a partner of the Nine Netherworlds!"

Luo Manying straightened up and continued, "Since you can cure the poison of the Three Corpse Soul-Severing Powder, I wonder if you can also lift the restraints within our bodies?"

Having nearly half of their cultivation locked away is indeed a major concern for the Two Emperors of the Nine Netherworlds. If they could break free of this lock, they would have a better chance of winning against Xu Rong.

"The restrictions on you are a bit special, but if you can help me eliminate Xu Rong's control over Shu,..."

Then I will naturally try my best to solve this problem for you, after all, sincerity is mutual, isn't it?

Shen Zhao stood up and said, "Now that the leverage that allowed you to be controlled by Xu Rong has disappeared,..."

"I have shown my sincerity; it is time for you, the Nine Netherworlds, to see it."

"Hahaha..."

Luo Manying let out a lewd laugh.

"Don't worry, we will definitely take Xu Rong's head within ten days. Just wait and see."

Tianxie Xuanwang clenched his fist: "But you must keep your promise to lift the imprisonment, otherwise you won't be able to bear the consequences of toying with the Nine Netherworlds!"

After speaking, the two transformed into streaks of evil light and sped off towards Xiliang.

"Um……"

After the two left, a bead of cold sweat dripped down Shen Zhao's forehead.

The moment cold sweat poured down like raindrops, the illusionary barrier vanished without a trace, like disturbed morning mist.

"Young Master Shen."

Seeing Shen Zhao swaying precariously, Jiang Qingluan removed the barrier and rushed forward to support him.

"I'm fine."

Shen Zhao forced himself to sit back down on the stone.

"Let Jiuyou and Xu Rong continue their dogfighting, to buy us enough time to take control of Shu. That's the real goal."

Jiang Qingluan ignored all of that and busied herself taking Shen Zhao's pulse.

"Young Master Shen, your pulse is very irregular, and your internal injuries have not yet healed. You should rest more."

"There is no time. The longer the matter of the Holy Land is delayed, the more variables there will be. I must resolve all the hidden dangers in the shortest possible time."

"But the injuries you have now..."

"This injury is nothing. Let's see what kind of sparks will fly between Xu Rong and Jiu You."

After speaking, Shen Zhao turned his gaze toward the distant Western Liang region.

...

Phoenix Valley, on the border of Western Liang.

"Give this letter to the Crown Prince and have him rush to the Northern Wilderness, lead the barbarian soldiers to the pass, and tell them that I have granted their request for Xiliang."

"yes!"

Huangfu Yan answered, and after receiving the letter, he immediately disappeared in the direction of Phoenix Valley.

"Next, as long as Jiang Ni is buried in the Xu family's ancestral tomb, all worries can be eliminated."

Just then, an eagle suddenly landed on Xu Fengqing's shoulder.

Xu Fengqing frowned and untied the secret letter from the eagle's claw.

"hateful!"

With a roar, Xu Fengqing's face contorted in rage, and her imperial aura instantly leaked out, creating bursts of violent energy in the void.

"Yuan Suiyun, you really dare to attack my Xu family? Very well, the grudges against Shuyu, Chao'er, and Wen'er will be settled with you, you tyrant, once I enter the capital!"

The imperial aura erupted, and the surrounding scenery was utterly devastated.

...

On the vast, desolate Gobi Desert of Xiliang, countless rebel heads were neatly piled together, forming a gruesome mound of heads.

These heads have grotesque faces and eyes that reveal despair and fear, as if telling the story of the brutal battles they experienced in their lives.

A fierce wind howled past, whipping up clouds of yellow sand that battered the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) built of death.

The sandstorm couldn't conceal the bloodstains on the head; they had dried and congealed into dark red patches, blending into the surrounding desert. A pungent, nauseating stench of blood permeated the air.

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