# Chapter 1632: Who is the King of Hell
"Kill me?" Qianye Ying'er responded with a faint smile, her lightly twirling fingers wrapped in countless tiny black threads. "With your ability, you'll never manage that in this lifetime."
Boom!
Darkness flooded the skies once more, the space suddenly collapsing. In that pitch-black, lightless world, everyone's pupils—and even their souls—were branded with the clear image of a gently dancing black butterfly.
"This... this is..." came the startled murmurs from within the darkness.
"Eternal Butterfly Abyss." Yan Sangu's gaze pierced through the darkness, fixed on the high sky as he uttered a slow, deep whisper. "An eighth-rank Divine Lord, actually forced her to this extent..."
Not far away, Fen Jieran's expression shifted repeatedly. He had already guessed something and muttered subconsciously, "Could they be..."
Yan Sangu turned his head. "Prince Jieran, do you know their identity?"
"No, not them." Fen Jieran shook his head, uncertain whether he was answering Yan Sangu or speaking to himself. "It can't be them."
Yan Sangu frowned. "The ones you refer to... who are they exactly?"
Crack!
A very light sound, yet it devoured all other noises. Startled by her opponent's strength and angered to the core, the Demoness Yao Die's profound energy finally erupted in full. The demoness domain belonging exclusively to the fourth demoness of the Jiehun Realm, the "Eternal Butterfly Abyss," revealed its terrifying true form above the Huangtian Realm.
Within Qianye Ying'er's golden pupils, the dancing butterfly shadow was also reflected. She felt her five senses rapidly fading, a devouring sensation sprouting from deep within her soul and spreading quickly.
The presence of the Demon Emperor's blood allowed Qianye Ying'er to face Yao Die's power without being defeated.
But being able to compensate for the difference in profound energy did not mean she could compensate for the difference in soul power!
And the first demoness, Yao Die, had her greatest strength in dark soul power!
Beneath the Butterfly Abyss, the oppressive soul pressure bearing down on her exceeded even Qianye Ying'er's expectations. In the past, she had been able to wield the "Buddhist Soul Death-Pleading Seal," so the strength of her soul was self-evident. Yet now, facing Yao Die at full soul power, she knew in that first instant that she could not resist.
She could even sense that if she were to be completely swallowed by the butterfly shadow, she might truly be trapped for "eternity" without escape.
But she did not immediately try to break free, nor did she even defend herself. Instead, she gathered all her dark profound light onto the Divine Edict in her hand and charged straight at Yao Die.
"Hmph, foolish." Yao Die muttered lowly, her gestures and gaze shifting simultaneously...
Just as the Eternal Butterfly Abyss was about to fully unfold and engulf Qianye Ying'er, far behind Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che suddenly reached out his hand and made a casual grasping motion in the void.
As if pulled by an invisible force, Yao Die's half-lidded eyes snapped wide open. Her released profound energy and soul power simultaneously went out of control. The unfolding Eternal Butterfly Abyss became severely distorted. The once-flawless demoness domain not only had its power drastically reduced but also revealed dozens of cracks of varying sizes.
That bizarre sensation in that instant, along with the twisted demoness domain, was something Yao Die had never experienced before. In that same instant, Qianye Ying'er, who had been waiting to strike, erupted with power. A golden figure carrying black light pierced into the Butterfly Abyss domain, tearing through the terrifying demoness domain almost effortlessly, then violently ripping it apart.
Wum!
Butterfly wings shattered, the domain trembled, and the sudden backlash sent violent tremors through Yao Die's entire body. Shock surged within her heart, but the will of a demoness kept her unflustered. Her hand seals changed abruptly, forcibly recalling the domain's power. Instead of retreating, she lunged forward, grabbing at the Divine Edict that had just torn open her domain.
With a dull thud, the Divine Edict was firmly caught in Yao Die's hand. It immediately dimmed, like a golden snake whose seven inches had been seized.
In the distance, Yun Che's five fingers gently pulled at the void once more.
The same inexplicable tearing force struck again. The power Yao Die had gathered in her hand suddenly broke free of her control, dissipating by nearly thirty percent—dissipating out of thin air, as if silently devoured by some invisible monster.
Crunch!
The sudden loss of control over her power made Yao Die unable to hold onto the Divine Edict. It slipped from her five fingers and lashed toward her face.
Rip!
Space was savagely torn. Yao Die twisted her waist and retreated with an uncanny movement, leaving only dozens of severed black hairs dancing in the darkness.
Yao Die's figure appeared ten li away. The moment she halted, a soft sound rang out. A slanting crack split the upper edge of her face mask, accompanied by a slowly seeping trail of blood.
The air froze completely. Every heart tightened to the point of ceasing to beat.
They had witnessed the demoness domain unfold and be torn apart in an instant. They had seen the bloody, piercing demoness blood at the corner of her forehead.
Even Yao Die herself could not remember how many years it had been since she last sustained an injury.
"Who... who is it?" Tian Muyi stared at the sky, muttering under his breath. He had personally witnessed the Demoness Yao Die being wounded—a scene of such inconceivability that it would surely shock the world.
Without touching her wound, Yao Die's gaze pierced through layer upon layer of darkness, locking onto Yun Che.
Compared to Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che was the one Yao Die cared about most. So even while engaged with Qianye Ying'er, a considerable portion of her attention remained on Yun Che.
And when those two bizarre abnormalities occurred, she had detected the changes in Yun Che's gestures.
But just gestures!? No abnormal aura whatsoever.
That feeling just now... what was it?
Qianye Ying'er gave her no breathing room. A golden figure had already torn through the air toward her.
The two clashed again. The dark calamity descended once more upon the Huangtian Realm.
Earlier, their power had been evenly matched. But now, with Yao Die slightly unsettled and the backlash from her demoness domain, she gradually began to be suppressed by Qianye Ying'er within the darkness.
Yun Che watched in silence, his gaze emotionless and fixed on Yao Die. At a certain moment, his left index finger tilted slightly downward.
Boom!
Yao Die's finger, wrapped in demonic light, met Qianye Ying'er's Divine Edict. Dozens of black dark domains exploded around them in an instant. But this terrifying stalemate—only possible at the level of late-stage Divine Lords—lasted less than half a breath before Yao Die's fingers suddenly trembled. The power she released abruptly developed a gap out of nowhere.
A small gap, yet it caused the flow of her power to lose control in that instant.
Such a disruption was undoubtedly fatal in a fierce battle between evenly matched, Divine Lord-level opponents. Before Yao Die's expression could even change, the Divine Edict had already torn through her power, streaking toward her like a venomous golden snake and striking squarely at her heart.
Boom!!!
As if a pitch-black star had exploded over Yao Die's heart, she flew away like a broken-winged butterfly amid a dark storm, trailing a shocking arc of blood across the sky.
This time, she clearly sensed a subtle movement of Yun Che's finger coinciding with the anomaly.
Once... twice... three times... Could it really still be a coincidence?
What was that? Some kind of divine-level, aura-less profound artifact?
Or sorcery!?
But she was not the only one to catch it. Another person had as well.
Whoosh!
Amid the horror and disbelief of the crowd, Yan Sangu suddenly soared into the air, charging straight at Qianye Ying'er with an exceedingly grim voice: "I will assist you."
Yao Die's figure halted high in the sky, one hand pressed against her heart, blood seeping between her fingers.
"Divine Edict"—the divine legacy artifact of the Eastern Divine Region's Fandi Divine Realm. She had known of its name long ago. Now, she witnessed its terror firsthand.
But even wounded by the Divine Edict, she paid no heed to her injury. Instead, she twisted around with full force and went after Qianye Ying'er again. The butterfly shadow behind her solidified once more in an instant, and the demoness's divine might, when unfurled anew, showed almost no sign of weakness.
At the same time, Yan Sangu closed in. A ninth-rank Divine Lord and a seventh-rank Divine Lord, now attacking Qianye together!
Qianye Ying'er did not retreat a single step. Not even the slightest ripple of emotion crossed her snow-white face.
In terms of cultivation, Yan Sangu was one minor realm weaker than Qianye Ying'er. Yet facing her directly, the oppressive weight was so heavy it made him feel suffocated. At the very least, the suppression was far greater than what a single minor realm difference ought to produce.
His brow twitched slightly. Exchanging a split-second glance with Yao Die, he suddenly shifted his trajectory as he neared Qianye Ying'er, brushing past her and charging straight at Yun Che.
At the same time, Yao Die's power erupted fully, firmly pinning down and restraining Qianye Ying'er, making it absolutely impossible for her to break away and intervene.
As a seventh-rank Divine Lord and the head of Yanmo Realm's thirty-six Yan Ghosts, Yan Sangu would never have believed before today that he, of all people, would personally make a move against a mere seventh-rank Divine Sovereign.
Yet today, not only did he act, but he did so with swift and ruthless precision.
A distance of dozens of li closed in an instant. Yun Che was within arm's reach. Yan Sangu grabbed out, his spread fingers tearing a pitch-black crack through the air.
The sound of space tearing was so sharp it seemed to shred everyone's eardrums into countless pieces. But Yan Sangu's face stiffened for an instant, for his five fingers had grabbed nothing but air. Behind him was only a shattered afterimage.
After a brief, negligible moment of shock, Yan Sangu's reaction was as fast as a lightning bolt from the ninth heaven. His figure spun abruptly, grabbing precisely at the spot where Yun Che had just reappeared.
Rip!
The speed and the tearing sound were even more terrifying than before. But when Yan Sangu's five fingers reached their target, they again found only a shattered afterimage.
His expression shifted slightly. Within his pupils flickered a pale, deathly aura.
"An extraordinary movement technique, possibly even cultivated to its highest level. Commendable." Yan Sangu looked ahead, his voice carrying words of praise. He slowly turned, his gaze settling on the position where Yun Che had appeared. He raised his arm and pressed his five fingers downward gently.
Suddenly, wailing sounds—some mournful, some bitter, some despairing—came from an unknown space, as if thousands of lonely ghosts were screaming and howling. Behind Yan Sangu, a pale gray skeleton shadow slowly emerged. His skin turned a horrifying dull gray, making him look like a desiccated corpse beginning to weather, except for his eyes, which reflected a sinister light that did not belong among the living.
Those terrifying eyes locked onto Yun Che through the gaps between his fingers. His voice, hoarse and barely audible, rasped out: "Come. Let me see how you plan to escape this time."
As his words faded, he charged at Yun Che. Though still blazingly fast, it was actually slower than before.
Yet the moment he moved, ten thousand ghosts howled all around. The entire world seemed to have transformed into a terrifying ghost domain.
And at the center of that ghost domain, Yun Che was frozen completely, as if entangled by ten thousand specters, utterly unable to move.
Yun Che was a seventh-rank Divine Sovereign. His ability to crush Tian Guhu was already astonishing enough to shake the world. But there was no way he could contend against a seventh-rank Divine Lord. Under the suppression of absolute power, even the strongest movement technique becomes a powerless joke.
Yan Sangu dragged a long gray trail behind him, his five fingers reaching straight for Yun Che's throat. Even when he was only a few zhang away, Yun Che still did not escape—naturally, he was completely immobilized.
Just as Yan Sangu was certain that Yun Che would fall into his grasp in the next instant, the Yun Che in his pupils suddenly enlarged.
The aura of a seventh-rank Divine Sovereign exploded before Yan Sangu at a magnitude so exaggerated, so terrifying, that it defied comprehension. But before he could even register shock, a blurry afterimage had already swept past him, leaving behind only a fleeting crimson imprint in the depths of his pupils—an imprint that lingered long after.
Yan Sangu's figure halted. All sounds in the world vanished.
He stood frozen, then slowly looked down. A massive sword, glowing with a dull crimson light, was embedded in his chest, protruding from his back, piercing through his body.
His Divine Lord body, tougher than Heavenly Firmament Divine Stone, and his Divine Lord-level protective profound energy, seemed to have never existed at all.
"Fool."
From behind Yan Sangu came the most cold and contemptuous whisper he had ever heard in his life.
Yun Che reached out. The Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword shot out through Yan Sangu's body and returned to his hand, its blade unstained by a single drop of blood.
Then the crimson sword vanished from his hand. He stood with his back to Yan Sangu, never once looking at him again.
For someone at the Divine Lord level, being pierced through by a sword was by no means a fatal wound—not even a serious injury.
Yet Yan Sangu remained frozen in place. The hollow in his body did not bleed. Only a crimson light continued to glow silently, showing no sign of fading or dispersing.