Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1373 - 877: Deserve Death

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Chapter 1373: Chapter 877: Deserve Death

The most shocking among them was Ying Xiu.

He was the one who collaborated with the Wandao Immortal Alliance, and he was the one who brought this group into the Central Netherworld Dynasty.

But he never knew that within the Wandao Immortal Alliance, there were hidden so many monsters!

Moreover, judging by their appearance, this group of extraordinarily powerful monster cultivators all took orders from the Nine Nethers’ emissary!

His face was pale as he looked at Baili An: "Did you know my purpose and plan from the start?"

Baili An did not answer Ying Xiu’s question, his gaze merely swept lightly over those cultivators of the Immortal Sect, causing that group of people to tremble, their lips quivering, their scalps tingling!

"I don’t care what conditions Ying Xiu has promised you, but I ask all of you to clearly understand: every inch of Central Netherworld’s land, I will not yield; every citizen of Central Netherworld, I will not abandon!"

Underneath the mask, Baili An’s brows relaxed, stepping from the shadows into the light. Under Ying Xiu’s trembling gaze, he slowly removed the mask from his face, revealing a countenance of clear and graceful features etched in the lamplight.

He looked down indifferently, each word struck like a hammer on the soul of everyone present: "Those who invade my homeland shall be executed!"

Lying motionless on the ground like a crippled dog, Ying Xiu suddenly became hideously agitated.

Ignoring the severe pain in his body, he struggled desperately, the veins on his neck bulging, as he shouted and screamed like a madman:

"It’s you! It’s you! You’re still alive!!! Baili An!!! You’re practically a vengeful ghost!!! Why!! Why can you still be alive!!"

Upon seeing Baili An’s face, Ying Xiu felt as if he was doused with a basin of boiling oil, his soul exploding, his mind frenzied!

Shame!

The immense shame was nearly driving Ying Xiu insane!

Recalling the times he emphasized his noble and unparalleled identity in the hall, intimidating the courtiers of the Yin Dynasty with fearless arrogance, and flaunting his noble lineage and powerful mother.

Deceiving himself into thinking that as long as he boasted with utmost arrogance, no one would know of the false soul beneath his skin, as if it could all become true.

But who knew that behind all this, someone had already seen through it.

He must have laughed to himself by now, hadn’t he?

Laughed at him so pitifully, laughably, pathetically, laughed at how this clown clad in the Crown Prince’s yellow robe played the role of a fool to the fullest.

Nothing could drive Ying Xiu more mad than the fact that Baili An was still alive.

After all, it was his death that determined his life from the very beginning.

The moment he took off the mask, he was announcing to the world.

The true Crown Prince of Central Netherworld has returned!

In heaven or earth, there was no longer a place for Ying Xiu!

The commoners may not know the name Baili An.

But how could the oldest six Yin Kings not know?

Looking at Ying Xiu’s frenzied expression and recalling the four imprints yielding, and the nine steps up the Emperor’s throne, they even began to guess the true identity of this "Nine Nethers’ emissary."

Though their hearts were filled with shock and confusion at the truth, witnessing this scene, amidst the heart-stopping tension, sparked a tremendous sense of renewed hope within everyone.

Ying Xiu’s various behaviors were deeply disappointing, but as he said.

As the Crown Prince, even the Yin King could not kill him at will; Emperor Ying Ji had a protective heart for her son, and if she insisted on him maintaining the position of Crown Prince, no one in Central Netherworld could change that fact. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

With such a clueless Crown Prince, the future of Central Netherworld was worrisome.

However, the other returned Crown Prince, though he had only briefly met them for just an hour.

During that hour, he repeatedly turned the tide, calming the chaos. His astonishing means and outstanding talents deeply convinced everyone there.

In this way, recalling the recent behavior of Ying Xiu, who had previously been bound firmly by Qiao Yu in the Royal Hall, boastfully declaring that Central Netherworld could not do without him, was truly laughable now.

Qiao Yu was the first to kneel down with tears streaming down his face: "Old minister Qiao Yu, pays respects to Your Highness! How could Your Highness change to this...this appearance; Your Highness has suffered over the years!"

In the Central Netherworld Dynasty, Qiao Yu was famously loyal, regarding Empress Ying Ji as the most revered deity in his heart.

Now learning that the Crown Prince he served for two hundred years had been replaced by an imposter.

And the true Crown Prince suffered hardships unknown to them; upon thinking of this, Qiao Yu’s heart ached as if being cooked in fire.

If not for his old life still needing to serve the Dynasty, he’d wish to smash his head against a pillar on the spot and apologize.

Shen Tu’s face was already devoid of color, pale as a ghost, his thoughts were complex.

Han Qi seemed pensive, still somewhat doubting Baili An’s identity.

Most shocked and at a loss were the group of Immortal Sect cultivators who had conspired with Ying Xiu.

Their once foolproof plan repeatedly failed, and in the end, they found themselves collaborating with a fake Crown Prince.

In this way, the fake Crown Prince confessed to being responsible for the ghoul chaos three years ago, and now, even if they wanted to crusade against Central Netherworld, the Central Netherworld had a myriad of ways to clear themselves of blame.

The entire Immortal Sect was thrown into panic and chaos.

In the Central Netherworld Dynasty, it was customary that external cultivators without permission who entered the Central Netherworld’s domain would be killed without exception.

Now that they lost the reason for the crusade, weren’t they just fish on a cutting board, ready to be slaughtered at will?

At once, someone fell apart on the spot, crying out desperately: "I... I am the Young Sect Master of Changqing Sect, deceived by this fake Crown Prince, that’s how I got into this mess! This has nothing to do with me, you can’t just kill me!"