Chapter 79 The Power of the Netherworld Emperor: Any Mortal Body That Gets Close Enough to Die
Chairman Shen and Shen Wangchuan both subconsciously took a step.
"Stop! Don't move!" The white-robed elder and the other two masters held back the Shen family members.
His voice was hoarse, filled with unprecedented awe and fear:
"That is...that is divine power! It is the power of the Netherworld Emperor! Any mortal body that gets close will die instantly, their soul scattered!"
Just then, the white jade bracelet on Shen Yuepo's wrist shone even brighter.
A figure dressed in a jet-black imperial robe, with a handsome and otherworldly appearance and an aura of dominance over all living beings, appeared beside Shen Yuepo.
He didn't even glance at the terrified crowd around him; his dark golden eyes indifferently swept over the Soul-Locking Chains that were struggling violently in the air, trying to escape.
His slender, jade-like hand casually made a grabbing motion in the air.
A terrifying force descended instantly, and the Soul-Locking Chains, like a venomous snake caught in its vital spot, abruptly ceased all struggles and screams.
Finally, it transformed into a tiny black stream of light, and with a "whoosh," it disappeared into Feng Jin's palm.
The surging evil energy underground, having lost the support and core of the Soul-Locking Chains, let out a reluctant whimper before rapidly dissipating under the remaining imperial might.
The gloomy and oppressive atmosphere that had enveloped the Shen family's old mansion vanished instantly.
The air felt fresher than ever before, and even the moonlight seemed brighter.
The Shen family's old residence is a place where dragons are imprisoned and water is trapped, a formation that gathers yin energy and locks in evil spirits.
It's broken.
Almost the instant the Soul-Locking Chains were removed, Shen Yuepo's taut will finally reached its limit.
The immense imperial power that had sustained her receded like a tide, and an indescribable weakness and excruciating pain swept over her entire body.
At the same time, she could clearly feel that the "life-and-death pact" that bound her closely to Feng Jin had dissipated.
Her vision went black, and her body went limp as she fell backward.
Just before her consciousness sank completely into darkness, she felt herself fall into a firm, slightly cool embrace.
Feng Jin lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Yuepo, who was pale, weak, and had bloodstains on the corner of her mouth, in his arms.
That usually cool and calm face was now incredibly fragile.
He frowned almost imperceptibly, feeling that the body in his arms was too light, as if it had no weight at all.
He didn't look at any of the Shen family members again, as if they were just dust on the roadside.
The arm holding Shen Yuepo tightened slightly. The next moment, the space around him suddenly distorted.
Before everyone's eyes, Feng Jin, carrying the unconscious Shen Yuepo, vanished from the spot in an instant.
"Moon Soul!"
Madam Shen's piercing and desperate cries tore through the night sky.
"Where are they? Where did they go?"
Shen Yichuan's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically rushed to the place where the two had disappeared, only to touch nothingness.
Shen Wangchuan supported the nearly collapsed Madam Shen, looking at the empty ground with a deathly pale face.
The three masters stood there, dumbfounded.
The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit mechanically pinched his arm, his eyes wide open, almost bulging out.
"My goodness... Feng... the Emperor of Fengdu?!"
The white-haired old man's lips trembled as he muttered to himself, "This old man... this old man actually met the Lord of the Underworld!"
The Eastern Ghost Emperor's Temple.
Feng Jin appeared carrying the unconscious Shen Yuepo, their figures just solidifying.
"Who dares to... Huh?!"
Shen Tu's voice abruptly stopped.
Because he saw Feng Jin, dressed in a dark imperial robe, holding a woman who was clearly a mortal in his arms.
This scene is too bizarre.
Shen Tu's first reaction was that Ming Ye, that despicable fellow, had once again transformed into the Emperor's appearance!
After all, how could the Emperor possibly be holding a woman?!
Shen Tu deliberately scolded, "What kind of ghost are you, daring to impersonate the Emperor and deceive people? You're courting death!"
Shen Tu flicked his long fingers through the air, and a long sword wreathed in crimson lotus karmic fire instantly materialized in his hand.
The sword tip pointed directly at Feng Jin, and the terrifying pressure of the Ghost Emperor ignited the surrounding Yin energy.
Feng Jin did not stop walking, nor did he even linger his gaze on Shen Tu for long.
He simply held Shen Yuepo in his arms, and the majesty of the Fengdu Emperor slowly spread around him, carrying an absolute pressure that made all ghosts bow down.
This aura was completely different from Mingye's, whose essence, no matter how well he disguised himself, was inherently sinister.
The sword aura and pressure that Shen Tu had gathered to the peak instantly disintegrated.
The Fiery Sword in his hand let out a mournful "hum" as the flames subsided.
His handsome face was instantly replaced by shock, his phoenix eyes wide open.
"Emperor...Emperor?!" Shen Tu excitedly stepped forward, pointing at the woman in Feng Jin's arms, "Who is this dirty woman?"
Feng Jin glanced at him indifferently, "Noisy. Find a quiet place."
"Yes, Your Majesty, please follow me!"
Shen Tu dared not be negligent and led the way.
As he walked, he couldn't help but steal glances at Chen Yuepo in Feng Jin's arms, his mind churning: The Emperor has not only returned, but he's also holding a mortal woman?
He was incredibly curious, but dared not ask a single question.
Shen Tu led Feng Jin directly to the deepest part of his palace, the most heavily guarded and secluded quiet room.
This place is filled with powerful restrictions.
Feng Jin placed Chen Yue Po on the only jade couch in the quiet room, which was carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade.
At this moment, Shen Yuepo's face was pale, her breath was weak, and her body was extremely fragile because she had endured power beyond her limits.
Feng Jin placed his hand on her white jade bracelet.
The torn meridians and depleted spiritual energy within her body caused by the forced activation of imperial power are being slowly nourished and repaired by a gentle, warm current.
The white jade bracelet shimmered with light, and strands of divine power seeped into her entire body, repairing her injuries and stabilizing her essence.
A moment later, Feng Jin slowly withdrew his hand from the white jade bracelet.
On the jade couch, Shen Yuepo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
Although still unconscious, his breathing had stabilized and his complexion had regained some color.
Feng Jin turned to look at Shen Tu, his voice low and menacing:
"Where is that clown Mingye now, swaggering around?"
Shen Tu jolted awake and immediately straightened his body:
"Your Majesty! Mingye has occupied your palace. That scoundrel Yang Yun, the Northern Ghost Emperor, has been frequently entering and leaving the pseudo-emperor's palace recently, his wolfish ambitions are blatantly obvious!"
Shen Tu's tone was full of contempt and anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jin took a step forward. "This farce should end now."
Just as his figure was about to merge into the space and disappear, he paused slightly, and his voice clearly reached Shen Tu's ears:
"There is another matter. Go and investigate personally whether a ghost named Jiang Yubai has recently entered the underworld."
“Jiang Yubai?” Shen Tu was slightly taken aback; it was an unfamiliar name.
But he did not hesitate at all and solemnly accepted the order: "I will obey the Emperor's decree! I will investigate immediately."
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