Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1371 - 876: Only the Demonic Are Worthy of the Throne

Chapter 1371: Chapter 876: Only the Demonic Are Worthy of the Throne

Qiao Yu’s face flushed with blood, turning red with anger, never had he been so agitated and out of control as now, his wrath directly pointed at Ying Xiu, he cursed aloud:

"You scoundrel! You scoundrel! How could the Central Netherworld produce such a mediocre and foolish person like you, to serve someone like you as the Crown Prince is simply the shame of the Central Netherworld! That is the Thirteen Cities of Central Netherworld!

That is the territory of our Central Netherworld, the homeland where our fifty thousand citizens of Central Netherworld grow! To think that our grand Central Netherworld has fallen to the point where it needs the Crown Prince of the Dynasty to cede lands to guard its borders! In your eyes, there is simply no mother, no ruler, you are nothing but a beast!"

Seeing him so enraged to the point of nearly spitting blood, with his hair standing on end in anger, Ying Xiu, on the contrary, felt deeply pleased and smug in his heart:

"Curse, curse as you please. The more fiercely you curse, the happier I become, if the Royal Hall, who loves the people as its children, truly cares about the Thirteen Cities, why not find a way to deal with the mess I left behind?"

This here is the Crown Prince cultivated and supported by the Central Netherworld! This is the only holy-blood heir of His Majesty!

The Central Netherworld having such an evil ruler spells great disaster!

Qiao Yu’s head was spinning with dizziness from anger!

The strength and prestige of the Central Netherworld Dynasty had long been not as it was in the past, the cultivators of the Wandao Immortal Alliance among the Hundred Immortal Sects are by no means ordinary.

If they were to start a massacre here, it would bring on calamity from all directions, making waves for a lifetime.

Three years ago, the great calamity of the corpses already put Central Netherworld at a disadvantage.

On this day three years later, Ying Xiu, the Crown Prince, once again voluntarily offered the Thirteen Cities of Central Netherworld, if they do not honor the agreement, it would further lose credibility and righteousness.

In the future, the situation of Central Netherworld in the Mortal World would indeed be more difficult, seen as outsiders, despised and loathed.

But could it really be that they should cut off their own tail like a gecko, handing over the Thirteen Cities of Central Netherworld?

In doing so, not only would the vitality of the Dynasty be greatly harmed.

The fifty thousand citizens of Central Netherworld in these Thirteen Cities would be at others’ mercy, having to humbly look at the faces of those outside cultivators daily for survival without any dignity.

From ancient times to now, such an act of abandoning the citizens for stability has never been done by the Central Netherworld Dynasty!

This is a great humiliation! Yet it leaves one helpless, who wants this paper agreement, when it was their Crown Prince of Central Netherworld who personally established it?!

Sima Yan, seeing Qiao Yu’s reaction, was very satisfied, he laughed heartily and said: "Your Dynasty’s Crown Prince knows how to adapt to circumstances, having made an agreement with our Wandao Immortal Alliance earlier, even if Ying Xiu cannot ascend to the position of the master of Central Netherworld, I believe, this agreement is still effective, right?

Today, we are here hoping that the Royal Hall will honor the agreement and quickly hand over the Thirteen Cities of Central Netherworld!"

A group of Central Netherworld courtiers shuddered with rage as if they had suffered some great humiliation.

"King Qiao Yu, these human cultivators are simply too arrogant and insolent! A warrior can be killed but not humiliated! What harm is there in killing all these insidious people today! Our Central Netherworld Dynasty, what fear do we have of a battle!"

"We cannot! Central Netherworld currently has no clear ruler, the Crown Prince is incompetent and unworthy of great responsibilities, initiating a war now brings nothing but harm to our Central Netherworld!"

"Do we really have to lower our heads to this group of despicable and shameless vermin from the Central Netherworld? I cannot endure such humiliation!"

One wave had not settled, another wave arose.

The matter concerning Ying Xiu was still unresolved, Sima Yan calmly took out a contract paper, throwing the Central Netherworld courtiers into another internal turmoil and dispute.

Sima Yan wore a smug smile of certain victory on his face.

Although it was a pity for Ying Xiu not to ascend the throne, gaining the whole Thirteen Cities of Central Netherworld is a great achievement.

Just as the Alliance Hierarch thought, although the people of Central Netherworld may be arrogant, when it comes to the rise and fall of a dynasty, they dare not act recklessly, and must bow to the situation.

The external reputation of the Central Netherworld Dynasty was already poor, they dared not kill the disciples of the Immortal Sect within the borders of their own country.

This move, from the beginning, the Alliance Hierarch had calculated thoroughly.

Coupled with Ying Xiu as a useful chess piece, if the National Governance Hall were to be tainted with the blood of their cultivators, even if they lost a single soldier or officer there.

With their Crown Prince personally accusing Central Netherworld of crimes, by that time, what Central Netherworld Dynasty would have to surrender would not only be the Thirteen Cities.

Throughout the entire National Governance Hall, who truly dared to issue a kill order.

This contract is truly a superb talisman for preserving one’s life.

"Do it..." In the intertwining winds, the cold breeze of the hall swept close to the ground, lifting a layer of faint candlelight.

Out of nowhere, a cool and tranquil voice like frost rang with unusual clarity amid the clamorous disputes.

Do it?

Ridiculous, in this National Governance Hall, which person of the Central Netherworld dare to kill?

Before Sima Yan could carefully identify the owner of this voice, the winds behind him suddenly turned sharp and fierce.

A sword light rose, cold and quiet, cutting through the dim and gentle light of space, silently pointing at the heart of Sima Yan’s back.

Then, with the outpouring spiritual power from the hand holding the sword, the sword’s tip pierced into his body unobstructed, through his thick chest.

Blood stained the hem of his garment red, the sword’s momentum unabated, piercing through the contract paper he displayed in front of everyone on his chest.

Sima Yan’s whole body shook, his eyes, full of pain, bulged furiously, and then he incredulously lowered his head, looking at the treacherously extreme strike from behind.

All his calculations, precisely predicted that no one in the Central Netherworld Dynasty, before the National Governance Hall, would dare to strike him.

And yet, he was not completely unprepared.

Moreover, that one sound of ’do it’, like a warning, had instantly put him on guard.

But even as Sima Yan racked his brains, he had never imagined that this sword would strike from behind.