It is far more terrifying to be forever trapped in the River of Oblivion than to fail to gain power in the Netherworld.
Zuan sighed: "I gave you a chance just now, but unfortunately you disregarded the safety of the sea tribe and the entire world for your own selfish desires."
Sensing that the sword energy from the raindrops of the River of Oblivion was less than an inch away from him, the Dragon King panicked completely: "I hope you will spare me for the sake of Red Fish. I can go and tell her myself to serve you well in the future."
Zuan's face darkened, and a drop of Forgotten River Rain Sword Qi, like a stream of light, pierced directly through his forehead.
The Dragon King's eyes dimmed completely, and then he collapsed with a crash, swallowed up by the River of Oblivion. During this time, he seemed to wake up and struggled desperately, but soon his body froze, and he completely transformed into a numb water ghost in the River of Oblivion.
Zuan said coldly, "If you can even betray your own wife, who would dare to truly trust you?"
Seeing Zu'an approaching him, the old demon emperor gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I would beg for mercy from you like the Dragon King?"
He knew that given the enmity between them, the other party would never let him go.
If it were him, he wouldn't have let the other person go either, so why lose face before dying?
Zuan nodded slightly: "As expected of the Demon Emperor, he still maintains the demeanor of an emperor even in this situation."
As the defensive spells around him dissipated layer by layer, and the waters of the River of Oblivion were already half a foot away from him, the old demon emperor knew that he was truly powerless to turn the tide this time. However, he was unwilling to die like this and planned to disgust the other party before he died.
"You think you've gotten a great deal by bullying the Little Demon Queen? Let me tell you, the Little Demon Queen is a naturally born immortal, cursed by heaven and earth. Every husband of hers will eventually die a violent death. I didn't believe in that back then, but the curse did come true. I imagine it won't be long before it's your turn." The old Demon Emperor laughed arrogantly, but knowing that the other's smugness was only temporary and that he would soon suffer the same fate as him, he felt relieved.
Zuan looked at him strangely and replied, "The Little Demon Queen mentioned her constitution to me before, so she proposed not to marry me, but only to be my lover, so that the curse would not befall me."
The old demon king's eyes widened instantly: "???"
"That bitch!" He was completely devastated. This guy was too despicable; he not only killed him, he also destroyed his spirit!
The old demon king's rage points increased by 1024...
In his collapse, he could no longer maintain his defenses and was quickly swallowed up by countless sword energies from the River of Oblivion, his soul sinking completely into the blood-yellow waters of the River of Oblivion.
Zuan then came to Zhao Hao's side, where he too was struggling to hold on.
Seeing the Dragon King and the Old Demon Emperor perish one after another, his heart turned cold.
He sighed, "Are you my nemesis? Whether in the mortal realm or the underworld, every time I painstakingly plan something, it all ends up benefiting you. I only regret not killing you, you bastard, when we first met!"
Anger from Zhao Hao: +999 +999 +999...
Towards the end, he was practically gritting his teeth.
Zu An said calmly, "Things have come to this point, it would be ridiculous for Your Majesty to say anything more about this."
Zhao Hao gradually calmed down: "That's right, a loss is a loss, why bother with those womanly words?"
He paused and said, "I only have one question: how can you be so strong? Even if you can really control the waters of the River of Oblivion, you shouldn't have such an overwhelming power."
This was something he could never understand, even in his death. Although the opponent was strong, he, the Demon Emperor, and the Dragon King were not weak either. Even if they were really facing an attack from the River of Oblivion, it shouldn't be such a one-sided situation.
The sword energy that the opponent just transformed into raindrops was practically omnipresent, and its terrifying power was even greater than that brilliant sword strike on the cliff of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons.
Zuan smiled, gazing at the majestic, continuous Yin Mountains in the distance: "Who said I only used the power of the River of Oblivion?"
As expected of my old friend, the Emperor of Fengdu, though he spoke of fairness and justice, ultimately chose the Yinshan Mountains and the Wangchuan River as the final battlefield.
Following the other person's gaze, Zhao Hao finally realized that, when it comes to dragon veins, how could the Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons compare to the Yin Mountain of the Netherworld? This magical mountain is probably the most outstanding dragon vein in the world.
At this moment, Zu'an leaned close to Zhao Hao's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You (please fill in the blank here yourself) are really great!"
The enmity between the two was far greater than that between him and the Demon Emperor, so naturally he wouldn't be allowed to die so easily.
Zhao Hao's breathing suddenly became rapid, his face instantly turned bright red, and then his entire body began to swell rapidly.
He deliberately spoke to the other person in order to lure him over, then detonate his soul and perish together with him.
How could I possibly hold back after hearing that!
Unfortunately, as if he had anticipated this, a black hole suddenly appeared in his palm and pressed directly onto the top of his head. His swollen body seemed to have an outlet, and all the power in his body surged into the black hole, causing his swollen body to gradually shrivel up.
"No!" Zhao Hao cried out in despair. His desperate last strike not only failed to harm his enemy, but also resulted in his cultivation being used as nourishment. Could there be anything more despairing in the world?
Anger points from Zhao Hao: +1024 +1024 +1024...
When Zhao Hao was reduced to nothing but an empty shell, Zu'an threw him into the River of Oblivion, where his soul was transformed into an ordinary water ghost, forever trapped and unable to find release.
When all three opponents were eliminated, the entire Netherworld was in an uproar. This was the kind of Netherworld Supreme they wanted! All that scheming and infighting, all that alliances and counter-alliances, was bullshit. The ruler of the Netherworld should be the strongest who crushes all opponents.
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