Chapter 737: The Divine King Emerges, The Conspiracy of the Abyssal Plane!_1
Luo Yu let out a roar.
His domineering presence surged to the sky, setting off wave after wave of sound.
The two shadowy figures that had been sneaking away suddenly came to a halt.
"Think you can cause trouble and just leave?"
"Not so easy."
Luo Yu stretched out his hand, and a nine-colored vortex appeared in his palm, filled with endless attractive force, drawing the two shadowy figures towards him.
Emperor Meng and Emperor Ying desperately tried to escape outward, but they could see themselves continuously flying outwards while their bodies kept moving backwards.
"No, please no!"
They let out fearful and miserable yells, which left the Ice and Snow Empresses somewhat dumbfounded.
It all seemed so surreal.
Two eerily powerful entities that had driven them to despair were so easily subdued by this handsome youth?
It was too unreal.
The two shadowy figures had already been drawn close by Luo Yu, shivering uncontrollably.
Emperor Meng pleaded with a look of fright and uncertainty.
"You… who are you, to possess such power?"
Luo Yu didn't respond, his eyes flashing, he let out a cold snort.
"Kneel!"
"Thump!"
The previously arrogant duo, Emperor Meng and Emperor Ying, immediately knelt down, curling up and shivering.
Luo Yu's previous display of overwhelming power with sword and spear had thoroughly disheartened them.
He had broken the Abyssal Great Array with a wave of his hand; what sort of heaven-defying combat power was this? They had lost all will to fight.
Luo Yu asked:
"What are your origins, and what are you doing in Soul Land?"
Emperor Ying suddenly looked up and said:
"We…"
"Swoosh!"
Luo Yu's sword traced through the air, and Emperor Ying's head flew off, while six flames surrounded it, starting to absorb.
"If you won't talk, then die."
As the flames devoured his head, Emperor Ying's pitiful screams filled the air.
"I… I was going to confess…"
He felt aggrieved to the brink of death; he hadn't planned to stay silent, so why had he been executed so swiftly?
Go after Emperor Meng!
Luo Yu ignored the wails of Emperor Ying, watching quietly as he was consumed by the six Strange Flames until not even a shadow remained.
Emperor Meng trembled with fear.
He was terrified.
This guy was mercilessly irrational, not even giving a chance to confess under duress.
It was then that Luo Yu turned his head.
"Alright, now you can speak."
"I'll speak! I'll speak!! Don't kill me!!!"
Emperor Meng spoke hastily without pausing for a second, fearful that any delay would result in the same fate as the now vanished Emperor Ying.
This guy was completely unreasonable; a slow response meant death.
The scene made the Ice and Snow Empresses' eyes flicker.
Finding someone so powerful was rare, someone decisive in killing even rarer, but a man of immense power, devastatingly handsome, and with such ruthless action was incredibly scarce in this world.
Emperor Meng's breath was irregular as he continued:
"We are creatures from the abyssal plane, who have always evolved by devouring the energy of other planes."
"Years ago, our Emperor realized the potential of this Soul Land and coveted its energy, always lurking and coveting it from the shadows."
Luo Yu nodded, "Due to the existence of the Divine Realm, you didn't act directly, hence you infiltrated quietly like insects, didn't you?"
Emperor Meng's eyes bulged, as if saying, how did you know?
"Continue talking." Luo Yu's voice was cold.
Emperor Meng went on:
"Our Emperor saw a space-time turbulence approaching Soul Land in the universe which would isolate Soul Land from the Divine Realm when it arrived, so he sent me and Emperor Ying to infiltrate first and gather intelligence."
"What's the objective?" Luo Yu asked.
Emperor Meng said, "The goal is because we don't know how long the time-space turbulence will last, we must absorb Soul Land as quickly as possible. By then, the abyssal plane will be nourished and evolved, whether we flee or confront the Divine Realm, we'll have the assurance we need."
The corners of Luo Yu's mouth curved upward slightly.
"That's quite the calculation."
"So those strange creatures on the Western Coast are of the same kind as you, aren't they?"
"Western Coast?" Emperor Meng first appeared confused, then said, "I'm not clear about your terms for locations here, but the Emperor dispatched three forces to infiltrate Soul Land from different points."
"Three forces, from different points?"
Luo Yu frowned upon hearing this.
"Then why is the force from your side so strong, and the one on the Western Coast so weak?"
Emperor Meng shook his head.
"Impossible, each infiltrated stronghold is managed by two Abyss Great Emperors, carrying a simplified version of the Abyssal Great Array, their combat power should be the same as ours."
Luo Yu was shocked at this information.
The real culprits on the Western Coast were two Abyss Great Emperors—were they still hidden, or had they already infiltrated the human world?
And where was the third hidden stronghold? He had not heard of any other disturbances in Soul Land to date.
Interrogating Emperor Meng, he found that the latter also did not know; after all, there were three portals in the abyssal plane, and they had no idea where on Soul Land they would end up.
"What kind of combat power does the abyssal plane possess?" Luo Yu inquired.
Emperor Meng initially hesitated to speak, but upon seeing those deep, black eyes, which seemed to have golden light swirling within, he cowered in fear.
"There are one hundred and eight Emperors, and above us, the Emperor."
Luo Yu raised an eyebrow and said,
"It seems you've absorbed quite a bit of energy from various planes over the years."
"Naturally," Emperor Meng replied instinctively, then felt as if his back was breaking out in sweat.
"How strong are you compared to one hundred and eight Emperors?"
Emperor Meng cautiously replied, "Average, I suppose."
"I am roughly equivalent to your human world's Ultimate Douluo, while the top Abyss Great Emperors have reached demigod level, on par with Deities."
"The strength of our Emperor is even more profound; he could crush lower-level Deities without hesitation. If it weren't for the fear of the Divine Kings, he would have launched an attack long ago."
Luo Yu's gaze sharpened as he secretly calculated.
The strength of the abyssal plane was indeed far greater than that of Soul Land.
Without the Emperor needing to act, the One Hundred and Eight Emperors could not be countered by the powerhouses of Soul Land.
It must be said, the Divine Realm still had its uses.
At this moment, Luo Yu felt that if he were to become enemies with the Divine Realm in the future, it might not be essential to slay those gods friendly to humans.
The premise being that these gods never caused him trouble.
"All right, I'm done asking."
Emperor Meng's complexion instantly turned deathly pale, and his shade trembled.
"No, no, you can't kill me?"
Luo Yu said, "Sure, give me a reason."
"If... If you kill me, the layer of the abyssal plane that is mine will collapse, which will surely alert the Emperor and provoke his vengeance against you."
"Are you threatening me?" Luo Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze becoming terrifying.
"Not at all, not at all! What I'm telling you is the truth!" Emperor Meng wailed.
Luo Yu nodded, then turned his back.
Emperor Meng was overjoyed. He wasn't going to die?
As long as there's life, there's hope.
The Abyss Great Emperors know when to yield and when to stand tall.
At that moment, six strands of Strange Flame swooped down from the sky, transforming into a blazing inferno that engulfed Emperor Meng and devoured him with a fierce scorching.
"No, you can't kill me?"
Luo Yu didn't even turn his head, dismissing the plea with a sneer.
"I'm not afraid of startling the snake by hitting the grass."
"Having already killed one Emperor Ying, whether it's one or two, what difference does it make."
Ignoring the screams behind him, he walked step by step towards the two significant ice and snow beauties who had just escaped from their constraints and now stood there, looking fragile and weak.
One with lush green hair, cold and alluring with a stunning beauty.
The other with cascading white hair, exuding a ripe and gentle aura.
Their skin was white as snow, far removed from that of mere mortals, their beauty reaching the pinnacle. The two women had yet to recover from the shock, as the power and dominance Luo Yu demonstrated was truly terrifying...