Underworld, Nether Palace!
Emperor Jiu was half lying on the throne, quietly sorting out all the information in his mind.
All the news from past lives and present lives kept emerging in his mind.
The news that Di Yi was a Earth-level killer from Shura Palace did surprise him, but it was not enough to affect his plans.
After all, he had never considered Di Yi's existence in his plan.
The matter of the Beggars' Sect has come to an end, and the remaining forces are not something that the current underworld can directly confront.
The current strength of the underworld is still too weak, and it is time to look for the other Ten Kings of Hell.
Of the Ten Kings of Hell, we have only found three so far, and there is still a long way to go.
With a thought, Emperor Jiu's figure suddenly disappeared in the Nether Palace.
The six realms of reincarnation.
Emperor Jiu took out a pitch-black token and placed it in the center of the Six Paths of Reincarnation platform.
"rise!"
With a light shout, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Platform began to spin rapidly, and mysterious runes began to emerge one after another.
Finally, Ning'an City, Shu City, and Fanyang City.
Looking at the three locations that appeared above the Six Paths of Reincarnation Platform, Emperor Jiu was slightly stunned.
"Interesting, I didn't expect this token to have three soul mates."
Taking the dark token into his palm, Emperor Jiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Now it’s getting interesting, for the first time, competitors are beginning to appear in the inheritance of the Ten Kings of Hell.
Ning'an City, City Lord's Mansion!
In the martial arts arena, a handsome young man in tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt was standing on the ring, holding a light blue sword in his hand.
Opposite him was a burly man with a sturdy build. His muscles were so tense that they seemed to be about to explode, which was terrifying to look at.
"Uncle Ni, be careful!"
This battle, which seemed to have a huge disparity in strength, began with a shout from the handsome young man.
With a light step of his right foot, the handsome young man rushed towards the burly man like an arrow.
“Just in time!”
The burly man suddenly yelled, and his already bulging muscles began to swell again, as if they were really about to explode.
"clang!"
There was a metallic collision sound, and the handsome young man's sword was blocked by the burly man.
The handsome young man's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand began to change its moves with the force of the collision.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
A series of metal collision sounds continued to ring out, and the burly man was instantly at a disadvantage.
The handsome young man attacked at a fast pace, one move after another, giving the burly man no chance to fight back.
Below the ring, a middle-aged couple stared intently at the fight, afraid of missing any details.
This couple is the Lord An and his wife of Ning'an City, and the handsome young man on the ring is their only son, An Chengyan.
Speaking of An Chengyan, he is considered a famous figure in Ning'an City.
Of course, this kind of romanticism is not the same as that kind of romanticism. The romanticism here refers to the romanticism of romantic figures, not the romanticism of those who roam in brothels and on the battlefields.
"Young Master is so handsome, worthy of being the leader among the four young swordsmen in Ning'an City."
"That's right, that's right. Compared to the other three young swordsmen, our young master is like a banished immortal from heaven, and he must not be desecrated."
"The key is that our young master is only 22 years old this year, much younger than the other three young swordsmen. They can't even compare to our young master, okay?"
"That's right, that's right, you are the most handsome!"
"Young Master, so handsome!"
"Young Master, come on!"
"Sir, knock down that big black charcoal!"
On the other side of the ring, several slim and beautiful maids were cheering for An Chengyan on the ring.
"Ahem, it's too much, a little too much!"
With a light cough, City Lord An began to remind in a low voice.
"oh oh!"
The maids looked at each other silently and put their last words aside.
"No more fighting, no more fighting."
"That's pointless!"
On the ring, An Chengyan suddenly dropped the sword in his hand, his face full of impatience.
"Dad, Uncle Ni has been letting me go all the time and letting me attack all the time. There is no feeling of life and death fighting at all."
Ni Zhen gave Lord An a helpless smile, indicating that he had tried his best.
"Son, what's the point of fighting and killing? Look at these maids I have chosen for you."
"There's a front and a back, and which one of them doesn't have a voluptuous figure?"
"If I release these maids, I wonder how many young men in this city would be willing to marry wives and concubines?"
"It's you who spends all day thinking about those swords and martial arts in your room."
"If this continues, when will I ever be able to hold my grandchildren?"
When the city lord's wife heard that An Chengyan wanted to fight to the death, she suddenly complained in frustration.
"Mom! How old am I? My martial arts journey has just begun, okay?"
"Once I break through to Grandmaster, or even Grandmaster, I'll have at least several hundred years to live. There's no rush."
"Besides, wasn't my father over a hundred years old when he married you?"
An Chengyan spoke the last sentence in a low voice, but with the ears of the city lord's wife, this sentence did not escape her ears.
"Your dad? Don't mention your dad to me. It makes me angry."
"I've only known him for over twenty years, but for his martial arts, he forced me to wait a hundred years before marrying me."
"It's a good thing that I, your mother, have good talent, otherwise I would have been buried long ago, and you wouldn't even exist."
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