Chapter 349: Irreconcilable Feud With the Sword Cultivators!

Chapter 349: Irreconcilable Feud With the Sword Cultivators!

"She has destroyed the Blood Oath Curse!" Incredulity echoed through the silent, dark hall. Many couldn't trust their own eyes at this revelation.

Marked for death by Yun Xiao, Pale Revenant's desire to kill Yun Xiao should have been on par with that of the Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil. How could she, for the sake of Yun Xiao, sabotage the grand plan to rid this scourge from the Nine Hells?

The creation of the Blood Oath Curse had come at a great cost to most involved.

Now, seeing the vital essence they had sacrificed spill futilely onto the ground was, understandably, a bitter pill to swallow.

"What is happening" For a long while, those powerful beings of the seven hells, taken aback by Pale Revenant's actions, found themselves at a loss to accept this reality.

Not just them, even the Wick Devil and the Talisman Emperor, close at hand, struggled to comprehend, shaking their heads in disbelief.

"Have you lost your mind? Do you realize what you've done?" the Wick Devil roared, eyes bloodshot, his heart bleeding at the sight.

Pale Revenant cast him a bland look, her face devoid of emotion, evidently unwilling to entertain any further discourse.

"Do your actions honor the billions of resentment spirits from the Undead Depths who support you? the Talisman Emperor pressed her, his voice chillingly cold.

"Pale Revenant!" The 40 or so resentment demons of the Heaven Sanctuary Realm converged around her, their gazes filled with incomprehension.

One among them, a spherical entity covered in dark red eyes, known as Wraith Eye, voiced his indignation, "You owe the Talisman Emperor and the Wick Devil an explanation!"

Once the ruler of the Undead Depths, Wraith Eye had been surpassed in power by Pale Revenant in recent years, willingly ceding his throne to her. He even claimed to have nurtured her rise.

To this day, Wraith Eye held immense prestige within the Undead Depths, representing the core interests of all resentment demons.

"Right!" The resentment demons, too, had just offered up their vital essence for the Blood Oath Curse. Watching Pale Revenant squander such a powerful tool, they were all seething with anger. Everyone was up in arms, except for the merfolk, Yin Devils, and land demons.

Their trump card, gone in a puff!

Confronted by the threatening aura of over a hundred powerful beings, including the resentment demons, Pale Revenant remained silent but suddenly made her move.

With a cold gaze, she swept her hand dramatically! A buzzing sound filled the air, and from her slender frame burst forth endless tidal waves!

In an instant, the entire space of the dark hall was engulfed by a raging sea, the tumultuous waves carrying countless pale wisps of resentment, the immense power sending shockwaves throughout!

BOOM! The encroaching powerful beings of the Heaven Sanctuary Realm were swept away, tumbling through the angry sea in utter disarray.

Such vast oceanic force, mingled with the cries from the abyss, resentment, and demonic energy, instantly transformed the place into a deep-sea hell, suffocating and terrifying all who were caught in it.

"So strong!" The War Princess, clutching onto a pillar with her Weeping Netherblood whip to stabilize herself.

Her dark red eyes sparkled as she observed the chaotic seascape before her. She noticed the remnants of the Blood Oath Curse, now being dissolved into the sea, on the verge of complete eradication.

"Hey, aren't you going to seize the opportunity?" she urged, impatiently. No sooner had her voice faded than the Mortal Dust Blood Calamity surged within her, turning her delicate form into a vortex of blood.

BUZZ! The scattered blood of humans, devils, and demons in the vast sea, which should have dispersed, was now being frantically drawn towards the War Princess.

"Whether we can kill him depends on the rules set by the Immortal Asylum... It's just uncertain what those rules might be this time," Ao Yuan pondered.

In fact, the rules of the Fate Ocean Battle Supremacy had been pretty favorable to them, offering them an opportunity to almost assassinate Yun Xiao.

"We'll see!" the Wick Devil declared, his brow furrowed in a storm of fury, as he exchanged glances with the Talisman Emperor. It was clear they were backed into a corner with nowhere to turn.

"The rules of the next round are a gamble," the Wick Devil intoned ominously. "If they fail us, then at the end of this competition, each realm shall unleash a million troops to storm the Eternal Sword Prison. What say you all?"

His gaze swept across the room, pausing on the figures of the Phoenix Empress, Netherworld Emperor, Ao Yuan, and Wraith Eye.

"A million from each? Six million in total, just to lay siege to the Sword Ruins?" The Phoenix Empress raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Not the Sword Ruins," the Wick Devil growled. "We'll target the ten cities of the Eternal Sword Prison, forcing Yun Xiao out of hiding to atone for the deaths of countless Sword Cultivators."

His words cast a chilling silence over the assembly.

"It's been millennia since the Nine Hells waged a war that engulfed the innocent," the Netherworld Emperor remarked from the shadows, his voice detached.

"Blame the Exiled Sword Immortal for sparking this conflict; he's a scourge on history." The Wick Devil chuckled coldly.

"The path of cultivation is a battle against fate itself," the Netherworld Emperor said gravely. "To oppress the weak and sacrifice the innocent is to defy the heavens and disrupt the world's balance."

"Is that so? Then the Endless Netherworld can opt out, just like the merfolk," the Wick Devil sneered. "Brother, it was the obstinate Sword Cultivators who courted annihilation. If you wish to play the saint, you risk dooming your own kind. Is it worth it?"

The Netherworld Emperor hesitated, then offered a wry smile. "You joke, Brother Wick. Our feud with the Sword Cultivators is irreconcilable. We're not out for bloodshed, just to corner that fiend Yun Xiao... If he refuses to die, their blood is on his hands, not ours."

"The Netherworld Emperor speaks wisely!" Ao Yuan whispered in admiration.

"Indeed! He's a true brother of our devil kind," Wick Devil replied, a slight smirk on his lips, his gaze intense.

"Let's prepare then," the Talisman Emperor added, his voice carrying an icy finality.

"It all hinges on the rules of the final showdown. If favorable, we might just send him to his doom," the Wick Devil mused, aware of Yun Xiao's lifeline.

"As long as the battlefield is sealed, even the tightest shell has its breaking point. Then, peace will reign in the Nine Hells, and the people will find tranquility."

"History will remember our contribution."

With their pact sealed, the newly formed six hells alliance returned to the arena, awaiting the start of the next round.

Along the way, the War Princess casually tossed a Bag of Holding into a corner. It contained a portion of the rare beads from the Endless Netherworld, more than she needed for now.

Before long, a silver-haired figure strolled by, discreetly picking up the bag and tucking it away.

"Stay close. Don't wander off," the Phoenix Empress chided, glancing back at him.

With a slight smile, Moon Fairy nodded in assent.