Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1470: Remorseless

The Black Armor Man staggered a few steps after being struck, almost falling over.

Jing Wufa roared angrily, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look at who we are!"

"If we were truly disguised as Sword Sect people, wasting time talking with you here, you’d already be dead."

The Black Armor Man covered his face, stunned.

Qiu Yuhai said in a deep voice, "Tell me, who instructed you to refuse us entry?"

The Black Armor Man hesitated for a while, "Are you really the Great Elder?"

Qiu Yuhai snorted coldly, "If not, you’d already be dead."

Only then did the Black Armor Man react, falling to his knees with a thunk.

"Greetings to the Hall Master, I’ve seen the Great Elder, I deserve death, I deserve death..."

"No need to deserve death, if you had to die, you’d already be dead." Qiu Yuhai said coolly, "Answer me, who told you to refuse us entry?"

"It was the Second Elder."

"Zhu Han?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Armor Man quickly nodded.

Qin Yi yawned lazily, "Stop wasting time here, why not go back and see what’s going on?"

Jing Wangyou nodded slightly, looking at the Black Armor Man, "Close the city gates. Without my order, no one is allowed to leave."

"Understood."

The Black Armor Man was almost scared to death.

This demeanor and majesty, who else but the Hall Master could possess it?

If these people were truly disguised, he’d have died eight hundred times by now.

The Black Armor Man was no fool and immediately realized that something must have happened at the Netherworld Hall.

Qin Yi and the others entered the city, heading straight for the Netherworld Hall.

...

Netherworld Hall, main hall.

An elderly man, with gray hair and beard, and a face full of wrinkles, sat on the throne originally belonging to Jing Wangyou.

Below, there was another Jing Wangyou.

But this Jing Wangyou was actually the Seventh Elder, Le Heng, in disguise.

In addition to the Seventh Elder, there was also the Second Elder, Zhu Han.

The Fifth Elder, Yue Fenglin.

The Tenth Elder, Li Chengliang.

The atmosphere in the grand hall was not light-hearted; it was quite oppressive.

The elderly man sitting on the Hall Master’s throne reached out with his withered hand, gently caressing the throne.

"How many years has it been? Finally, this position belongs to me."

The voice was hoarse, like mechanical friction, making people very uncomfortable.

Especially as the old man spoke, black energy emitted from his eyes, eerie with ghostly energy.

"Years ago, I made a minor mistake, and that boy Jing Wangyou abolished my cultivation and threw me into the black prison."

"The suffering I endured, I will return tenfold, a hundredfold to the Jing Family."

Zhu Han’s eyes flickered, stepping forward he said, "Elder Yan, Jing Wangyou isn’t dead, he’s already returned."

"Hmm?"

Elder Yan raised his head, black energy surged in his eyes, extremely sinister.

"It’s good that he’s back, I was just looking for him."

"Elder Yan, we don’t know how strong Jing Wangyou’s cultivation is now."

"Moreover, he’s accompanied by Qiu Yuhai. I’ve had people block them from entering the city."

The elderly man on the throne began to laugh eerily, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

"Why block them? Do you think I’m scared of him?"

"In the past, I did indeed fear him a little. Did he think he could be at peace after abolishing my cultivation?"

"He plunged me into despair but didn’t expect me to acquire the Hundred Ghosts Technique."

"Now that I’ve gained tremendous power, I do not fear him. Let them in, I want to slaughter him with my own hands."

Zhu Han pondered for a moment before saying, "Elder Yan, for safety’s sake, I think it’s better to keep them blocked outside."

"The food stored in the city is enough for us to survive ten years."

The old man glanced at Zhu Han, eyes filled with black energy, hoarsely saying, "Are you afraid?"

"Elder Yan, apart from Qiu Yuhai, there’s another person with Jing Wangyou. This person is the greatest variable."

"Who?"

"Qin Yi."

The old man asked hoarsely, "Who?"

"A young junior, but his cultivation is unfathomable. I’ve studied him; he’s truly a prodigy, not only is his cultivation terrifying, but his intellect is also exceptional."

"He alone turned the Southern Middle State upside down, challenged the Sword Sect’s branch, killed the Sword Sect’s Great and Second Elders, and destroyed the Sin Tower."

"Elder Yan, this person cannot be measured against ordinary people. Jing Wangyou and Qiu Yuhai are not hard to deal with, but this Qin Yi is too mysterious; caution is wise."

The old man on the throne laughed eerily.

"A young junior scares you like this, truly useless."

"Don’t forget, all of you were once elevated by my hand. Without me, how could you have the prestige and glory you enjoy now?"

"This position of Netherworld Hall Master is mine for the taking. If any of you dares to shrink back, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Zhu Han and the others trembled slightly and quickly bowed.

Zhu Han said, "Elder Yan, we’ve always kept gratitude in our hearts throughout the years, grateful for your favor back then, engraved deeply, never daring to forget."

"That’s good, follow me and kill Jing Wangyou, we will share the Netherworld Hall."

"If anyone is afraid, you can leave now."

The old man’s gaze was cold as he spoke slowly.

Zhu Han and the others remained silent.

None of them were foolish; at this time, whoever dared to leave would be the chicken used to set an example.

The old man laughed contentedly, "A single Jing Wangyou isn’t enough to make me back down."

"Zhu Han, go open the city gates, let them in."

"Jing Wangyou and this Qin Yi, leave them to me. I’ll defeat them in front of everyone here in the Netherworld Hall."

Zhu Han was about to respond when suddenly a mocking voice called out from outside the door, "Do I look easy to bully? Why does everyone want to kill me?"

Everyone present was shocked and turned suddenly to look.

They saw Jing Wangyou and others walking in from outside the hall.

"How did you get in here?" Zhu Han exclaimed.

Qin Yi’s mouth curled slightly, "Jing Palace Master returns to his own home, what a ridiculous question."

Jing Wangyou raised his head looking at the elderly man on the throne, his eyes slightly narrowed, with hostility surging around him, he shouted fiercely, "Yan Jiuxiang, I didn’t expect you’d be the one causing trouble."

"Back then, I was merciful, sparing your life. I didn’t expect you not to repent and dare to cause chaos again."

Yan Jiuxiang’s eyes surged with black energy, he said gloomily, "Jing Wangyou, you hypocrite, I only made a minor mistake back then, yet you struck ruthlessly, abolished my cultivation, and locked me in that lightless ghost place called black prison."

"You never dreamed that I’d come out alive."

"Jing Wangyou, the suffering I endured, today I will repay tenfold, a hundredfold to the Jing Family."

Jing Wangyou was enraged, "Yan Jiuxiang, if I could take you down once, there will be a second time. But this time, you’re certainly doomed."

The two glared at each other from a distance, killing intent surging in their eyes.

Curiously, Yun Mengyao asked Qiu Yuhai, "Who is this Yan Jiuxiang?"

Qiu Yuhai sighed, "He was once a Tributor of our Netherworld Hall. Back when the Hall Master took the throne, facing external and internal threats, he was also the Hall Master’s right-hand man and made contributions."

"I heard him say just now that the Hall Master abolished his cultivation and locked him up. What happened?"

Qiu Yuhai sighed, "He committed a great crime back then, which should’ve been punishable by death. But he had made contributions, so the Hall Master couldn’t bear to strike him down, only abolished his cultivation, sparing his life."