Chapter 189: Chapter 183: Slaying the Yama King,
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From a distance, the figures of the two battling were almost indistinguishable, visible only as a whirlwind of green and black swallowed together.
Every clash between the two was a fierce life-and-death battle, with not the slightest intention of feigning.
Yama King’s immense reputation in the martial world was no fluke.
The strength he exhibited at this moment was not inferior to that of the erstwhile Lord of Shenxiao Gate, Wei Qianli. In fact, he seemed to have the upper hand.
If not for the extraordinary advancement in Pei Xuanjing’s strength during this period, he would not have been able to withstand the duel for so long.
“Bai Xiaosheng’s Supreme Rankings of the Martial World are definitely false. With the strength that the Yama King possesses, he definitely deserves a place on the list,” Pei Xuanjing thought to himself.
In reality, it wasn’t that there were errors in Bai Xiaosheng’s rankings, but rather that Pei Xuanjing had overlooked one point.
The phrase ‘There can’t be two suns in the sky, nor two kings in a country,’ explains this.
The term “Supreme” represents undisputed dominance. How could one force have two supremes? Even if another person has supreme strength, they will remain a subordinate and not ascend to the seat of the Supreme.
One should know that, without a doubt, in such great forces as the Zen Sect, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and True Martial Sect, it would be unbelievable that there is only one supreme-level expert.
As for Yama King, the wraith of Fengdu, Bai Xiaosheng knew about his extraordinary skills and supreme-level combat strength.
However, as long as the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu exists, Yama King would never make it to the list.
Besides, even though Bai Xiaosheng knew about the feud between Pei Xuanjing and the Dark Underworld, he never imagined that the two parties would confront each other so soon.
The aftereffects of the duel between the two made it unbearable for those remaining from the Underworld. Even the leaked aura from their swords and blades was immensely dreadful, forcing them to defend with all their might. Only two first-rank martial artists could withstand it with relative ease.
And because Pei Xuanjing was intentionally or unintentionally blocking the entrance to the valley, even if the people of the Underworld wanted to enter, they did not dare to act rashly, fearing that it would provoke Pei Xuanjing’s destructive attack.
Those two first-rank martial artists from the Underworld watched the duel with astonished expressions that were difficult to dispel.
Even if they were martial artists of the same rank, the strength they demonstrated was of starkly different levels.
Two figures, one piercing the sky and the other digging into the earth, endlessly clashing.
A blood -red knife light sinisterly eerie and strange, and a resplendent sword light with majestic and dignified air.
One right and one wrong, one yin and one yang.
Where the two passed, the wind and thunder roared, a chilling wind kept blowing, and darkness engulfed the sky and earth.
The two first-rank martial artists from the Underworld wore expressions full of unquellable solemnity.
Being part of the Underworld, they had, to some extent, heard about the Slayer Taoist, who was famous far and wide.
One must know that the rise of the Slayer Taoist involved the defeat of many experts, much of whom were related to the Underworld in some way. It could be said that his fame was entirely built on the reputation of the Underworld.
However, being members of the Underworld and first-rank martial artists, they considered themselves to rank among the strongest within first- rank martial artists. They did not pay much heed to Pei Xuanjing.
They reasoned that even if they are not his match in a head-on duel, with the stealth attacks at their disposal, even Pei Xuanjing—despite all his fame— would die by their hands.
However, at this point, both of them no longer harbored such thoughts.
The strength that Pei Xuanjing had showcased was on par with their revered Yama King.
At this very moment, a turn in the ongoing duel occurred—the azure glow of the sword became even more brilliant while the bloody knife light faltered, as if it paused for half a breath.
The difference of a hair’s breadth could decide victory and defeat in the duel of masters.
The sword’s light grew stronger, emitting thunderous roars, and sent the bloody figure sweeping across.
Boom!
The black robe on the Yama King’S body was torn into pieces. Holding his red long knife, he fell from the high altitude, smashing into the ground to create a pit that was several feet deep and several yards wide.
His face was filled with deep unwillingness as he hoarsely cried out, “I don’t accept this!”
The Yama King did not expect that he would lose.
He especially did not expect to lose to Pei Xuanjing, a mere youngster who had been cultivating for only a few decades.
“There’s nothing to be unwilling about. You lost, and that’s a fact. Numerous people who fell under your blade were unwilling as well, but it didn’t change anything,” Pei Xuanjing stated, holding his Shenxiao Sword as he descended from the sky.
“Lord!”
Watching all of this unfold, the two first-rank martial artists of the Underworld’s expressions drastically changed, and they charged towards Pei Xuanjing.
Unconcerned, Pei Xuanjing flung his palms out.
Thud!
Struck by the heavy palm, each of them spat out a mouthful of blood in reverse before being sent flying backward.
Seeing the intense unwillingness on Yama King’s face, Pei Xuanjing was indifferent. He stepped forward, swinging his sword without hesitation.
Swoosh!
The head of the Yama King flew into the sky, his eyes filled with intense sourness and resentment.
He was unwilling to die like this.
He resented the injustice of the heavens; he had cultivated bitterly for over a hundred years, only to lose to a youngster whose cultivation time was less than one-third of his.
Pei Xuanjing didn’t bother to even spare him a glance. Lifting his sword, he turned around and gazed at the remaining people of Underworld.
The task of exterminating evil was not yet complete; of course, he would not show any mercy.
Because he knew that if he, one day, unfortunately fell into the hands of the Underworld, they would not be the least bit merciful either.
As Pei Xuanjing approached, wielding his sword, his face bereft of any efforts to conceal his killing intent, strong despair surfaced in the eyes of the remaining people of the Underworld.
After all, even the Yama King, who they revered as a deity, ended up dying by Pei Xuanjing’s hands. What chances did they have to survive?
However, trapped beasts still fight. Nobody wished to give up their lives that easily..
