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Chapter 737: You Should Know Why I Can Bear the Name of Nan Huang
Chapter 737: You Should Know Why I Can Bear the Name of Nan Huang
At the city gate of Ruliu City.
Two rows of imperial guards stood at attention, their bodies exuding a formidable aura. The demon hunters, with iron plates hanging from their waists, leaned against the city walls, their eyes lowered, carefully observing the faces of all passersby.
This scene was not unique to Ruliu City; the entire Great Southern Continent, with its twenty-seven prefectures, was under similar strict surveillance.
Due to the suspension of Ruliu City by the Tian Nan General, just inside the city gate, two Sealed Generals were seated under the shade of a tree, seemingly engaged in casual conversation, but their auras already enveloped the entire street.
Not to mention the unnoticeable Zhen Stones that silently monitored the entire Great Southern Continent, some of which were as powerful as Third-Grade Great Demons, comparable to Da Luo Xianzun.
Despite such strict defenses,
Two men dressed as porters entered the city. One was tall and robust, carrying a pole on his shoulder, while the other was thin and hunched, following behind with his head down. After a brief questioning by the guards, they walked steadily into the city.
They passed under the watchful eyes of the demon hunters and walked past the seated Sealed Generals, their lips moving as if in conversation. The Sealed Generals, however, noticed nothing out of the ordinary, let alone heard any sound.
"Why are we here?"
The thin porter's eyes held a hint of confusion.
They had traveled a long distance, measuring the way with their own feet, unable to use any supernatural powers or techniques. Though not exhausted, it was certainly troublesome.
With their strength, could they not simply attack the Great Southern Continent without picking a specific place?
"Ruliu City is centrally located among the twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Southern Continent. The powerful figures of Shen Zhao are already aware of my existence. After dealing with those useless lackeys, their attention is now fixed on me. If they are to prepare, they will gather their full strength in one place. This is the perfect spot for them to control the entire situation."
The robust porter kept his gaze straight ahead, but his mud-stained bare feet moved faster and faster.
The two Fourth-Grade Cultivators seated earlier had indirectly confirmed his suspicions. No other prefecture received such treatment.
"Also..."
He drew out his words, his voice calm and unhesitant, "I don't trust you, and I don't trust them."
Hearing this, the thin porter furrowed his brow but dared not offend the other.
After all, the "them" he referred to were likely the Bodhi Sect and San Xian Jiao. Compared to these major sects, not trusting him was a minor issue.
A moment later.
Nan Huang slightly adjusted the brim of his hood, his steps slowing as he looked at the imposing prefectural administration building.
He had deliberately brought the remaining Great Demon with him, wandering aimlessly through the twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Southern Continent, as if entering an uninhabited realm. This was not to show off his strength or to delay out of fear.
After all, although Nan Huang had been forced to leave for the Divine Dynasty due to the incense ash handprint, what he feared was only the Great Liberation and World Purification Bodhisattva.
As long as Sumeru Mountain did not intervene, he remained the supreme ruler of the Great Southern Continent.
However, the losses he had suffered earlier were not something the Divine Dynasty was capable of causing. They were most likely the result of the open and covert struggles between the two major sects.
Nan Huang was willing to take the risk to break into the continent, but this time, no one would know his movements, not even the so-called Bodhisattvas and Immortal Respects.
Where and when he would strike must be known only to him.
"Phew."
The robust porter removed the pole from his shoulder and casually rested one end on the ground.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a look of intense satisfaction spread across his face.
"I've found it."
Sss... The pole dragged across the stone pavement as the robust porter, eyes still closed, calmly ascended the steps, crossed the threshold, and entered the administration building.
Everyone seemed to ignore his presence.
A woman in a white gown brushed past him, just about to leave the building. Suddenly, she froze as if struck by lightning.
Yue Lan instinctively clutched her chest, feeling her heart pounding violently.
Her other hand instinctively gripped the demon-slaying order at her waist. As she stared in shock, the jade plaque, imbued with the power of the Three Transformations, suddenly began to emit a violent yellow mist.
Crack, crack.
A crisp sound rang in her ears, and the demon-slaying order shattered into several pieces in Yue Lan's hand.
Her back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, and she turned abruptly to look back. The hall was bustling with people, filled with laughter and conversation, seemingly no different from usual.
But Yue Lan's body trembled, her pupils constricting, as if she saw the ground soon to be covered in corpses.
It... is here!
...
In the depths of the government compound, within a small courtyard.
The three Southern Generals sat with grave expressions, meticulously combing through the daily reports from the major cities, not missing a single detail.
Yang Mingli rubbed his eyes and glanced at the map on the table, his gaze wandering over the twenty-seven prefectures. He sighed wryly, “Whether it comes or not, waiting like this will likely kill me before it even arrives, from sheer exhaustion.”
Being a Third Rank general, the constant tension was taking its toll.
“You wouldn’t be happy even if it did come.”
Feng Xi shot him a disapproving look, while Yan Lanting carefully organized the documents he had just finished reading and picked up a new one.
Seeing this, Yang Mingli clicked his tongue. Even this old cur had no spirit for banter, a clear sign of the immense pressure they all felt.
He stared at the map, hoping to discern some clue: “Whether it comes or not, it’s not up to me to decide.”
At that moment, a thick, bowl-sized pole appeared from behind him, gently tapping the map at the spot marked Ruliu City.
A soft murmur whispered in his ear.
“It’s here.”
Instantly, Yang Mingli's hair stood on end. Since becoming a Southern General, it had been a long time since anyone could approach him so silently.
Disaster Force erupted from his body, and he instinctively turned to look behind him.
But the pole pressed down on his shoulder, pinning the Third Rank general to his chair. An ordinary, mundane object, yet it held him firmly in place.
“Don’t move.”
The whisper was like a mosquito's hum, but the three of them detected a hint of resentment in it.
The frustration of being restrained.
This resentment needed an outlet.
“Move again... and I’ll beat you to death.”
The towering porter held the pole in one hand and removed his straw hat with the other. He bared his teeth, licking them with his tongue, and a sinister grin spread across his bearded face.
A threat more brutal than any street thug, but when it came from a renowned great demon of the Great Southern Continent, no one doubted its sincerity.
Yang Mingli felt his mind quiver. After a brief moment of mental chaos, his focus sharpened, and he began to frantically think of a strategy.
Yet, his breathing grew heavier, an instinctive reaction his body couldn’t control.
“On the way here, I heard many tales.”
“Among them, the name Nan Huang is the most familiar.”
“May I ask which of you is the Nan Huang General?”
The tall porter casually tossed his hat to the ground. Standing in the heart of the Divine Dynasty’s Great Southern Continent, enveloped in the overwhelming Imperial Qi, surrounded by the most elite warriors of the Divine Dynasty, he remained leisurely and composed, even taking the time to resolve his curiosity.
After all, based on his observations during his journey through the southern region, the failure of all his plans seemed to be tied to this title.
Nan Huang was genuinely curious about the being who possessed such power and could execute plans flawlessly, disrupting his own plans and forcing him into this situation.
He slowly scanned the three men before him. “None of you are speaking?”
The hair on the man’s face quivered slightly, a silent laugh. “Very well, then I’ll assume all three of you are Nan Huang.”
The question didn’t need an answer.
If they had the skills, they would recognize him immediately. If they died, it wouldn’t matter whether they were Nan Huang or not.
He had clearly restrained Yang Mingli with the pole, but now, under the intense gazes of the three men, he released it with a casual gesture.
Then, in front of them, he lazily stretched, letting out a deep, rumbling yawn.
“Ha—”
As the sound echoed, a deep indigo glow spread across his muscular body. His skin rippled like water, forming layers, and his entire frame began to expand rapidly!
“Attack!”
Yan Lanting bellowed.
The ancient texts described the terrifying size of this great demon in great detail. In other words, this creature didn’t need any special abilities; just revealing its true form could turn the entire Ruliu City into ruins!
The three Southern Generals simultaneously summoned their Demon-Slaying Orders.
The Imperial Qi within these tokens was far more powerful than the one Yue Lan held.
They had worked together for years, and at this moment, no words were needed to understand each other. Without hesitation, Yang Mingli and Feng Xi grabbed the porter’s arms, while Yan Lanting circled his waist.
They channeled their Disaster Force, attempting to lift him into the sky.
“...”
Wushan, hearing the commotion, rushed to the courtyard entrance, his steps quick and frantic. But as he reached the threshold, he suddenly stopped.
He stared blankly at the courtyard.
Just a moment ago, the three officials seemed to have subdued the porter. But in the next instant, as the indigo flesh mountain rapidly expanded, the three of them were like ants hanging on the branches of a towering tree, swaying in the wind.
Wushan, who had been looking at the scene levelly, suddenly found himself gazing upward with a dazed expression.
This familiar figure seemed to transport him back to his childhood, to the day his family was brutally slaughtered. He remembered looking up and seeing that fleeting, terrifying shadow in the sky, a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Wushan had toiled for years, imagining the day he would stand before this figure and utter the grand words to release his pent-up grievances.
But when the moment finally arrived, he found himself merely standing a bit closer, still gazing up from a position that once seemed unreachable.
The grand words he had prepared for years were reduced to a few trembling syllables as his body shook uncontrollably.
"South... South Emperor!"
Before his words could fully leave his lips, the indigo flesh mountain had grown to the size of the entire city, hovering above the many living beings of the Liuli Manor, casting a shadow that swallowed the land, blotting out the sun and moon, and dispersing the clouds.
"Rise up!!!"
Even when facing the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, Yan Lanting could force himself to walk out of the grand hall.
But now, the South Emperor hadn't even moved, and this old man was already letting out a hoarse scream!
He was the only one among the three who had completed the Threefold Transformation, and he held the Demon-Slaying Order, an object of profound mysticism. The dense Imperial Qi nearly enveloped his entire body, forming a golden-yellow robe.
The three Southern Generals pressed their hands into the fatty flesh with all their might, barely managing to push the indigo flesh mountain a bit higher into the air. Before the actual battle even began, they were already on the verge of exhaustion!
The previous yawn had turned into a series of laughs.
The South Emperor finally retracted its arms from the stretch, glancing indifferently at Yan Lanting, who clung to its body like an ant, and shook its head. "You are not Nan Yang."
Then it looked at Feng Xi. "You are not either."
Finally, it glanced disdainfully at Yang Mingli. "You are even less likely."
In a single breath, it suddenly sank downward.
This simple action caused the Imperial Qi of the three Southern Generals to dissipate instantly. Their faces turned a deep red, almost dripping with blood, and they spat out blood in sequence based on their cultivation levels.
"Spit!"
They didn't even have the chance to use their respective techniques. If they didn't let go, they would be crushed to death.
Apart from the overwhelming force surging through their bodies, the thunderous laughter in their ears shook their spirits, making their eyes bloodshot.
Just as the South Emperor was about to end the lives of the three, its eyelids suddenly lifted. It saw a ripple in the air, like an invisible mouth, swallowing the three of them whole.
"..."
The South Emperor stopped laughing and gazed silently at the land below.
Soon, its gaze returned to the courtyard.
At some point, the three cultivators had returned to the ground, their breaths weak, supported by a slender figure as they sat back in their chairs.
The black robe gently swayed. The figure bent down and effortlessly dispelled the remaining force from Yan Lanting's body before standing up straight, turning silently to look at the indigo flesh mountain in the sky.
This was their first direct confrontation in the Liuli Manor.
The South Emperor saw the pale, handsome face, a face it had only seen once but remembered vividly.
From the Seven Holy Marsh to the Great Southern Continent, what remained unchanged was the disdain and arrogance in his eyes.
"Ha ha ha..."
The South Emperor forced out a laugh, filled with the same reluctance as before. But this reluctance quickly faded, replaced by a rage that anyone could hear.
It had thought the issue was the conflict between the two sects, and that it had been caught in the middle. But it never imagined—
The same Mount Sumeru.
Someone had forced it to break the continent, while others were using the demon race to build their names.
The South Emperor had thought it was unwittingly turned into a dog for those monks to command. Now, it realized it wasn't even a hunting dog, just a plaything kept in a cage by those monks.
"So, ha, so the Bodhisattva is Nan Yang!"
Perhaps due to its immense size, it laughed so hard it couldn't catch its breath. But soon, the expression of the flesh mountain, under the high and mighty stance of Shen Yi, became twisted and grotesque.
Leaning on a powerful sect, one could act so arrogantly, but they had forgotten the hardest truth in this world.
"The Bodhisattva will soon understand why I dare to take the name South Emperor and still survive to this day."
Before its words were fully spoken, the South Emperor's eyes were filled with mockery. When it didn't care about those things, the tree the monk thought he leaned on, the things that gave him such pride in front of it, were utterly insignificant.
Just a clown.
(End of Chapter)
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