Chapter 578: The Ninth Seat King

"Success!"

His two disciples were somewhat elated upon seeing his success.

However, they suddenly heard the sound of the air being torn apart. This was followed by several figures landing on the altar.

"Kid, hand over the treasure you've obtained, or else..."

The arrogant voice began to speak, but it came to an abrupt halt as the faces of the intruders turned to panic.

'Shit! Why did we have to run into this guy?' The person who spoke was sweating profusely.

"Or else what?" Xiao Ming chuckled.

"Uh... or else... or else... we'll just leave!" The man stuttered in reply, swallowing nervously.

Xiao Ming glanced at them without saying anything and turned his gaze towards the vortex. "Come out!"

"Your Excellency's perception is indeed keen."

An elderly voice echoed in the space as an old man dressed in a black robe with white hair emerged from the vortex. He radiated a mysterious aura. The old man's eyes were devoid of white, possessing only a deep, black hole-like darkness that seemed to devour even the light around them.

"I am Hei An. I have the honor to meet Your Excellency. Congratulations on obtaining the Devouring Ancestral Symbol."

The old man's black pupils locked onto Xiao Ming, and then a voice filled with ancient flavor rang out. His tone was full of politeness.

Regarding Hei An, Xiao Ming actually wanted to ask him why he had placed a seal on the Devouring Ancestral Symbol. After all, the Ancestral Symbol's own test was terrifying enough, and anyone who failed it would be instantly annihilated. Apart from someone with his strength, who else could forcefully subdue it?

And yet, this Hei An still wanted to place an additional seal on it. Fine, let's say it's a test for his successor, but why leave the Devouring Ancestral Symbol outside while hiding himself? If the seal was not forcibly broken, others might still be able to take it away. This operation seemed simply inexplicable.

However, since it was not his concern, Xiao Ming refrained from asking and instead said, "Let's get straight to the point."

"Hehe, since Your Excellency is so straightforward, I won't beat around the bush," Hei An said. "Your Excellency must have sensed the presence under the Great Desolate Sect."

"That Yimo King?"

"Yes, he attacked my Great Desolate Sect ten thousand years ago. It took all the power of the sect and every means at our disposal to seal him, but now I feel that we cannot suppress him much longer. Therefore, I would like to request Your Excellency's help in eliminating this Yimo."

"He's already my target," Xiao Ming said calmly, then flew away with Ying Huanhuan and Qing Tan.

"Then I am deeply grateful to Your Excellency."

Hei An remained floating in the sky. As his voice gradually faded, his figure also began to fade.

Fading along with him were those few people who had intended to rob Xiao Ming…

...

Standing above the ruins, Xiao Ming summoned the Great Desolation Tablet and instructed it to look after Ying Huanhuan and Qing Tan.

Then he stepped into the sky. The moment he did so, the sky and earth within the space of the Ancient Tablet trembled violently. The world suddenly lost its color, and the ground shook as a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, like an ancient spirit awakening from a long slumber, swept across the space!

"What's happening?"

Numerous treasure hunters turned pale as they looked at the source of the terrifying aura. Their hearts were filled with confusion and fear.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently as massive cracks spread rapidly across the surface. Then, a loud noise echoed, and countless boulders shot up from the ground, hurtling towards the surroundings.

Amidst this barrage of flying rocks, a gigantic figure emerged from the underground. Its blood-red wings flapped, creating a storm of wind and flying debris.

A mysterious skeletal figure sat on its back.

"There shall be no mercy for the invaders of the sect!"

The mysterious skeletal figure riding the beast had red glows flickering in its eye sockets. An unusually hoarse voice slowly emerged from its mouth.

'This must be the Protector and the Protector Beast, right?'

Xiao Ming guessed as he saw the skeletal figure charging towards him. He waved his hand to stop it, then turned his attention to the ground below.

At some point, thin wisps of black mist had begun to seep from the cracks in the ground below. However, nothing else happened.

"I've already broken your seal, and yet you can still endure it."

Xiao Ming chuckled. In the sky, countless flames appeared seemingly out of nowhere. These flames came in various colors, presenting a rainbow-like appearance that enveloped the entire space.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Countless fireballs poured down from the sky, landing on the ground below. Black symbols flickered within the flames. The Demonic Qi that had originally permeated the air was also purged at an astonishing speed under the sweep of these flames.

"Hmph!"

At this moment, a torrent of evil Demonic Qi surged up from the depths of the ground like an evil dragon. Amidst the spreading Demonic Qi, it seemed as if a figure was slowly emerging.

In this space, quite a few people were searching for treasures. However, they were momentarily dumbfounded by the sudden changes.

When they regained their senses and saw the devil figure within the misty sky, their faces filled with horror.

"What is that thing!"

"Such a strong aura!"

"That great figure is facing that monster. We must run!"

People fled in a frenzy, trying to get away from the battlefield. The two individuals above paid no attention to the fleeing crowd.

Xiao Ming's gaze fixed on the spot where the Demonic Qi was swirling. The figure inside became clearer and clearer. Finally, it emerged from the black mist. As the figure stepped out of the black mist, a sinister expression appeared on its pale yet handsome face, accompanied by a cold, mocking laugh.

"Keke. This king was able to break free thanks to you. However, the previous controller of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol died at my hands. And today, as the current controller, you will suffer the same fate!"

"Who gave you such confidence?"

Xiao Ming gave him a strange look. It seemed like these Yimo weren't very bright.

The multi-colored flames in the sky converged into a giant hand that reached down. A surge of power locked onto the figure below. The Ninth Seat King of the Devil Prison was only a 2nd Calamity Reincarnation Stage True King Yimo, yet he dared to speak so boldly.

The Ninth Seat King let out a cold laugh. Then he clenched his hand before the countless devil corpses piled up beneath him. Eventually, their bodies were eroded before transforming into a huge black-bone sword. At the same time, an evil Demonic Qi continuously surged from it.

Holding the black bone sword, the Ninth Seat King moved swiftly and appeared in a phantom-like fashion in front of the giant multi-colored hand.

"You think possessing the Devouring Ancestral Symbol makes you strong enough to kill me? You think you are... this aura! Impossible! How can you be this strong!..."

As soon as they made contact, his expression changed drastically, and a rare look of fear appeared in his demonic eyes. He then jumped up and tried to escape through the space, but it was in vain as a hand grabbed him tightly. Then, with a light squeeze...

"Ahh, no!"

The Ninth Seat King let out a piercing scream as his body exploded, spilling devil blood and turning the ground sticky and disgusting.

As the devil blood seeped into the ground, one could vaguely see a demonic light trying to tunnel into the ground.

"You can't escape from me."

Xiao Ming's indifferent voice sounded at this moment. Then he waved his hand before a multi-colored light suddenly erupted. The light then transformed into a light barrier and enveloped that faint black light.

Sizzle sizzle!

After the black light was enveloped by the multi-colored light, a white mist instantly rose from within that black light. Then, a piercing, miserable screech quickly followed.

As the light slowly receded, a palm-sized devil figure could be seen floating in it. The fear-filled face was unmistakably that of the Ninth Seat King.