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Chapter 850: The Big Belly Ghost King Feasts on the Nether Palace
Chapter 850: The Big Belly Ghost King Feasts on the Nether Palace
"Are you really going to kill him just like that?"
On Great Sorrow Mountain, the State Tutor's eyes widened in shock as he watched the tenth pillar incense he had lit suddenly break in mid-air.
The bare incense stick seemed to symbolize something, leaving him with an expression of awe.
It was as if time had turned back twenty-four years, to when he first learned of Elder Lord Eyebrow and the others' plan to annihilate the entire Duyi Dynasty and even sever their bloodline. They had been just as decisive then.
And he, too, was equally shocked.
At this moment, shouldn't Hu Ma have first secured his path back to the human world and considered what to do if he faced opposition from the Nether Palace?
But he hadn't expected Hu Ma to be so resolute. Taking the opportunity to kill an Emperor Ghost of the first palace, he had now entangled himself so deeply in karma that he was trapped in the Nether Palace, with no chance to withdraw from this dream...
Even if he forced himself to wake up, the ghosts of the Nether Palace would still haunt him.
Within the Nether Palace, the most ferocious and cruel Founding Emperor and Pacifying Emperor had not even shown their faces, yet he had gambled his own life. As he pondered this, the State Tutor felt his heart grow heavy.
It was as if he had witnessed a brilliant chess move, only to see a ruthless and decisive, yet irrational move being played out.
He hated that he wasn't the one making this move, for he would never have been so impulsive.
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"Treason against the sovereign, the Nine Generations shall be exterminated!"
"The traitor, Heaven has abandoned and Earth despises!"
In the Nether Palace, as Hu Ma slashed and killed the Tenth Palace Emperor Ghost, the civil and military officials, court ladies, and the Ninth Palace Emperor Ghost who had descended upon them all looked on with fear.
But beyond this fear, they all turned their attention to Hu Ma. In their eyes, there was fury, astonishment, and even more so, disgust.
The greatest crime in the world is treason against the sovereign!
In this world, treason against the sovereign is unprecedented. It warrants the extermination of the Nine Generations, Heaven's abandonment, and Earth's disdain, forever leaving a stain in the annals of history, a sin that invites the curses of all.
In the past two hundred years, there have been two traitors. One of them was Elder Lord Eyebrow.
However, he was a reincarnated evil spirit, ungrateful for the blessings of this world, and committed demonic acts. Moreover, after committing such a heinous act, he met a miserable end, his soul scattered, a fitting punishment for his crimes.
But Hu Ma, a true native of this world, whose ancestors had once received the grace of the Emperor, had now committed treason.
How dare he swing that blade? A mere descendant of an imperial clerk, how dare he commit such a heinous act of rebellion under the watchful eyes of all?
"Indeed, I am the traitor."
Facing the shocked and furious gazes of the entire palace, Hu Ma seemed to let out a cold laugh. He threw the severed head to the ground and, amidst the endless disbelief, slowly lifted his foot...
Then, he stepped on the head of the Emperor Ghost.
Amidst the madness within the palace, Hu Ma's face bore only a cold smile. With a chilling voice, he said, "The biggest problem in this world is that there are too few traitors like me..."
"Otherwise, why would we need to borrow the ways of Outsiders to bring about this slaughter?"
"When slaughter arises in the human world, even in my dreams, I will still slay Emperor Ghosts. This is indeed the first time in history, but it is also something that someone in this world has already done."
"..."
"How dare you!"
Seeing this, the spirits in the palace went wild, countless faces contorted with rage, their cries of sorrow and anger echoing like physical blows, shaking the very heavens.
The decapitation of an Emperor and trampling it underfoot, such an act of rebellion, had never been seen before in history.
The Nether Palace, where emperors reside, places great importance on hierarchy. Hu Ma's action was akin to directly beheading the Tenth Palace Emperor Ghost in front of them, striking at their most painful memories.
"You dare!"
Hu Ma stomped his foot, crushing the Emperor's head into pieces, and then grinding it into the ground.
His voice boomed, and purple qi swirled around him like a vortex, enveloping his body. Within this purple qi, his dharma form grew more formidable, resembling a malevolent deity.
"Do you still dare to dream of returning to the human world and enjoying its glory?"
His voice, amidst the surging purple qi, sounded chilling, "Today, I have not come to build a bridge for your return to the human world. I am here on behalf of humanity to collect your debts."
With his shout, the purple qi parted like a purple ocean, making way for Hu Ma.
Hu Ma's dharma form, with its blue face and fangs, radiated an exceptionally ferocious aura. Facing the civil and military officials and malevolent ghosts, he charged forward, his Demon Emperor Saber stirring up layers of blood energy and chilling auras that filled the entire palace.
Under Hu Ma's blade, screams echoed. Regardless of whether they were prime ministers or generals, second only to the Emperor in power, they were all swept away like weeds before his blade, like a tiger among sheep.
Swish, swish, crackle!
Wherever the blade passed, paper scraps flew, wooden frames shattered, and countless dignified officials, once adorned with wealth and power, crumbled under its might.
Worthless!
Absolutely worthless!
This proved the saying that once the common folk open their eyes, there are no more lords or officials, only insignificant beings!
"What audacity..."
There were indeed evil ghosts in the palace who, driven by madness, charged towards Hu Ma.
Even the Purple-Golden Iron Armor General, who had just been beaten by Little Hong Tang, kicked her aside and rushed towards Hu Ma.
But Hu Ma's blade in his hand did not discriminate. As he unleashed his slaughter, he didn't care whether they were generals, officials, or noble elites; with a swing of his blade, they were cut down like tangled threads.
As he continued to kill with each swing, he suddenly went into a frenzy, opening his blood-red mouth wide and tearing each of the officials and ministers into pieces, stuffing them into his mouth.
The Big Belly Ghost King, devouring ghosts to fill his stomach.
The Great Heavenly General Technique left by Lao Jun Mei had the ability to consume ghosts and refine their energy. When could there be a better time to use it than now?
Every ghost in the palace was soaked in purple qi, and the benefits were even better than just being washed by the purple qi...
"Capture him, capture him..."
In the midst of his violent frenzy, Hu Ma not only split the Purple-Gold Iron Armor General in half with a single slash, swallowing most of him, but his momentum didn't diminish. He even charged straight towards the Ninth Palace Emperor Ghost.
The Ninth Palace Emperor Ghost, entangled by the Meng Family Ancestor and wanting to capture Hu Ma, was powerless to act. Before he knew it, his body had been slashed, and a thick tendril was severed by Hu Ma's blade.
With a slicing sound, he tried to escape, but Hu Ma pulled him over and stuffed him into his mouth, chewing noisily while brandishing his blade and advancing step by step.
Such a ferocious sight startled even the Ninth Palace Emperor Ghost, who had just been sitting high above. He stammered, "Such great treason, I shall exterminate your nine generations..."
"Exterminate my nine generations?"
Facing the other's roar, Hu Ma turned around and coldly shouted, "I'll exterminate all ten generations of your ghosts first!"
Although it was in his dream, and he only had the cultivation of one pillar incense, the intertwining evil qi and surging purple qi made him feel his soul growing stronger with each ghost he devoured.
"Hula..."
With each swallowed ghost, his figure grew larger.
Wherever he passed, it was like a whale entering a school of fish. With one bite, half of the officials and ministers in the palace were devoured.
With another bite, the vast Nether Palace was filled with purple qi, and half of it had disappeared.
Beside him, even the Meng Family Ancestor was affected by Hu Ma's aura. Little Hong Tang, seeing Hu Ma's insatiable appetite, felt a little lost and secretly glanced at the Emperor Ghost's hand that had fallen to the ground, unable to resist the temptation...
Fortunately, Hu Ma was busy and didn't notice.
As the slaughter continued, Hu Ma's figure also swelled, becoming exceptionally tall, almost matching the Ghost Emperor and the Meng Family Ancestor.
His ferocity only increased as he brandished his blade, his face turning blue with fangs bared. He charged towards the Ninth Palace Emperor Ghost, who was now only half his original size, and rushed forward fiercely.
The Demon Emperor Saber in his hand rang out sharply, as if cursing, "You promised all the heads would be mine to cut, and now look what you've done."
"You've eaten them all..."
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"This... this..."
On Great Sorrow Mountain, the purple qi that had just risen from the ground had already transformed the mountain into a fairyland-like dream, and now the purple qi became even more violent, resembling a volcanic eruption.
The Wang family members, watching from the mountain's slope, were all stunned. "Purple qi is the weight of heaven and earth. When did it become so worthless?"
The State Tutor, observing Hu Ma's dream, felt uncomfortable all over. Even the smile that had initially appeared on his face faded: "Has the Hu family descendant truly become a brute?"
"Are you entering the Nether Palace just to fill your stomach?"
"It's just..."
His face still carried a lingering worry: "The human world is in the midst of a slaughter tribulation. Your suicidal intentions are boundless, but if..."
He was still worried, but Hu Ma had already unleashed his full power.
With every slash and bite, the human world was engulfed in slaughter and smoke. Borrowing the killing intent from the human world, he slashed through the officials and ministers as if they were made of paper.
As he raised his head, he tore through the Golden Throne Hall and saw another grand palace.
Inside this palace was the Eighth Emperor of Duyi, who had a short reign of less than three years and was the second weakest among the ten Emperor Ghosts.
Upon seeing Hu Ma approaching, with Hong Tang on his left and the Meng Ancestor on his right, the rolling killing intent, like a blood cloud, enveloped this dream. The Eighth Emperor trembled in fear.
All the officials and ministers turned into paper cutouts, scattering in all directions to escape.
He jumped down from the dragon throne and rushed towards another palace, shouting, "Father, save me..."
His father had reigned for less than three months and was the weakest among the ten Emperor Ghosts.
Seeing the situation turn dire, he also abandoned the dragon throne and rushed towards the Sixth Palace Emperor Ghost, shouting, "Father, save me and your great-grandson..."
Their cries and screams echoed through the palace, shaking the heavens and earth.
The grand Nether Palace was being slaughtered by Hu Ma, turning it into a living nightmare.
Brandishing his savage blade, he chased the two Emperor Ghosts like rabbits, all the way to the Sixth Palace, where they were finally stopped. A stern voice shouted, "How dare you! You speak of the common folk opening their eyes, yet you bring this human slaughter here. Don't you fear being the first to die without a burial place!"
The Nether Palace was not the human world, and there was no need for words or messengers. Hu Ma, coming from his dream, had already been noticed by the other palaces for his chaotic slaughter of the Tenth Palace Emperor Ghost.
"Do you really think that relying on bandits' blades will allow you to shake the foundation of the royal family?
In the Sixth Palace, the Emperor Ghost, known for his ruthless suppression of the people's righteous army, was recorded in history books.
Now, amidst this Slaughter Tribulation, he remained the calmest, his gaze heavy as he fixed his eyes on Hu Ma. With a chilling gaze, he asked, "Do you want to turn back and see if the mortal realm is as you imagine?"
"The distinction between the noble and the common, the high and the low, has always existed. You may not accept this fate, but you should first consider the will of the people of this world."
"..."
"It's indeed extremely difficult to alter the fate of mortals..."
At that moment, on Great Sorrow Mountain, the State Tutor observed the mortal realm's fate, and his long-held worries became a reality.
The Slaughter Tribulation in the mortal realm was indeed fierce, swift, and unstoppable, sweeping away everything in its path. However, it also quickly provoked a fierce backlash from the aristocratic clans of the world.
Bright King Yang Gong gathered the surplus people, killing and seizing grain, like a flood overwhelming the world. But the deeply-rooted aristocratic clans became the pillars and dams against this flood.
"If you intend to eradicate the foundations of the aristocratic clans, they will unite and eliminate you first!"
During the struggle for dominance, the Hilltop Kings and noble lords from various regions would carefully calculate their every move. However, the appearance of the Mingzhou Demon King disrupted everyone's plans, drawing the attention of all the Hilltop Kings.
It started with the Southwest Chaos King, followed by the Northwest Prosperity Robe King, the East Mountain Changping King, the Southwest Soaring King, and the Northern Region Long Hero King. These five most powerful Hilltop Kings of their time joined forces and marched towards the Bright King Yang Gong's territory.
"Slaying the demon will earn you merit, and you will become the ruler of the world."
This slogan spread among the Hilltop Kings, turning the battle against Yang Gong into a gamble for control of the world.
The once fierce and invincible Bright King suddenly found himself struggling, as all sorts of strange phenomena began to occur.
An army heading to pledge allegiance to the Mingzhou King reached a deep mountain and got lost. Three days later, they were discovered, but all 20,000 soldiers had starved to death.
Only three days had passed outside the mountain, but it seemed like three to five years had passed for the army inside.
The ground was littered with dry bones, some still bearing the teeth marks of their comrades.
A surplus army, flying the Bright King's flag, killed nobles and seized grain and grass to save the common people.
But the seized grain and grass turned black and rotten overnight, becoming inedible.
Since following the Bright King, some soldiers dreamed every night of their deceased ancestors, who came with canes to whip their backs, scolding, "Our family has always been honest, but you chose to follow the rebel and cause trouble. Shame on you..."
Upon waking, they developed poison sores on their backs, and soon, the entire Bright King's army was afflicted, making it difficult for them to move and fight.
Some, under the banner of killing rats and saving the people, gathered the surplus to form an army to pledge allegiance to the Bright King. But overnight, one of them transformed into a giant human-shaped rat, screaming in terror until he was killed.
When slaughtering pigs and dogs, some heard the animals speak, pleading, "In my past life, I was human, but because I broke the killing taboo, I was reborn as a pig or dog, destined to suffer this knife..."
"Today, you kill and eat us, but in the next life, it will be your turn to endure this torture..."
"..."
Those in the Dao understood that the Ten Clans had taken action, but to the people of the world, it seemed that the Mingzhou King had brought calamity, and the heavens were responding with retribution.
Wherever they went, there would be torrential rain, venomous snakes and beasts, and rampant epidemics. Heaven and Earth did not respond, and the entire world seemed to have turned into an execution ground.
Within half a month, this Slaughter Tribulation that swept across the world had become increasingly difficult.
Not only did the people of the world view the Mingzhou King Yang Gong as a ghost, but even among the "surplus" army that followed Yang Gong, rumors spread.
They whispered that Yang Gong was an evil ghost reborn, bringing slaughter to the mortal realm. Following him would lead to rejection by Heaven and Earth, and suffering for generations.
It would be better to find a place and starve to death honestly, ensuring that in the next life, one wouldn't be reborn as a pig or dog.
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In Hu Ma's dream, he had passed the Tenth Palace, the Ninth Palace, and scared away the Eighth Palace. As he approached the Sixth Palace, he felt the killing intent weakening.
He understood that the noble lords of the mortal realm were intervening to stop the Slaughter Tribulation.
The Slaughter Tribulation, which he had unleashed, was now weakening, and his own abilities had diminished by seven or eightfold.
The surplus people had started the Slaughter Tribulation, but the noble lords wouldn't sit idly by. Who cared about the grand sacrifice to Heaven or the fate of Heaven and Earth? The land they stood on was their most precious treasure.
The Bright King Yang Gong unleashed the Slaughter Tribulation with relentless ferocity, and it could sweep across the world in an instant. However, the noble lords would also retaliate with unimaginable intensity.
He should have considered this more carefully, but he didn't even turn his head, his voice chilling as he shouted, "Since the Slaughter Tribulation has begun, no matter how powerful the aristocratic clans or the Ten Clans may be, they are but paper men and grass horses, easily defeated. Why should I turn back?"
"Instead, surrender your lives to me!"
With a shout, he brandished his sword and charged towards the Sixth Palace Emperor Ghost.
The greatest trust was given to the reincarnated mortals. No matter what tricks they played to stop the Slaughter Tribulation, they were no match for him.
You kill nobles in the mortal realm, and I execute emperors in the Nether Palace.
This is perfect!
(End of Chapter)
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