37: Chapter 37 The Emperor's Sword

The next morning, at the peak of Luofeng Mountain.

There was no grand procession, no officials to see them off.

Only cold wind, sweeping up spirit money, swirling across the empty white jade plaza.

Black and White Impermanence stood in the center of the plaza, joining hands to cast several magical seals.

"Rumble—"

Space trembled, and a massive vortex, as black as ink, slowly took shape. Specks of starlight shone through it; that was the path leading to the Midnight Mansion.

"Time's up," Black Impermanence glanced at the sky and reminded her softly.

Pei Duo stood before the vortex, her feet seeming rooted to the spot.

She fiercely clutched Pei Fei's sleeve, wrinkling his expensive dark brocade robe.

Her eyes were red like a rabbit's, her lips bitten white, but she desperately held back the tears.

She knew that once this door closed, they would be in two different worlds again.

Who knew when they would meet next time.

"Brother..."

Pei Duo's voice trembled.

"Alright, you're not a child anymore, acting like when I used to take you to kindergarten."

Pei Fei smiled, reached out to smooth down her wind-tousled bangs, and spoke casually, "When you get back, remember to eat on time, stop ordering takeout so much. Also, tell Mom that I’m doing great over here, eating well and sleeping soundly. Tell her not to worry needlessly."

Pei Fei rambled on with these trivialities, like a nagging old father, trying to use suchTrivial to dilute the heaviness of parting.

Pei Duo nodded desperately, but the tears finally couldn't be held back, falling "pat, pat" onto Pei Fei's hand, feeling scorching and unsettling.

"Go now,"

Pei Fei hardened his heart and gently pushed her, "I've paved the road; the rest is up to you to walk."

Pei Duo looked back three times with every step, but ultimately, escorted by Xu Mo and Lin Sa, she stepped into the black vortex.

"Your subordinates see off Your Highness!"

The moment they were about to be swallowed by the darkness, Xu Mo and Lin Sa turned, knelt, and kowtowed deeply.

Pei Fei stood in place, his face holding that gentle smile, and waved his hand.

Until the last corner of her robe vanished, until the black vortex slowly contracted, closed, and finally condensed into a single point of light, completely disappearing into the air.

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of the wind remained.

"Hoo..."

The smile on Pei Fei's face vanished in that instant, like smoke blown away by the wind.

In its place was a chill so suppressed it was extreme, so tyrannical it reached its peak.

In those deep eyes, where was there any warmth left? Only killing intent as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Boom—!!"

A terrifying Imperial Might erupted from within him. Centered on him, the sea of clouds within a ten-mile radius was instantly shattered!

Luofeng Mountain itself trembled under this pressure.

"Your Majesty..." White Impermanence lowered his head, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Pei Fei paid him no mind. He slowly turned around, not heading toward the main hall, but taking a single step out.

Shrinking the Ground to an Inch.

The next second, his figure appeared tens of thousands of miles away at the boundary of Yin and Yang—before that sea of black mist Pei Duo had seen.

Outside the dimensional barrier, the impact sounds were even fiercer than yesterday.

Through the semi-transparent barrier shimmering with golden light, countless ferocious phantom figures could be clearly seen.

Angels with twelve pairs of light wings were chanting; Titan giants as massive as mountains were swinging warhammers; and hellish demons flowing with sulfurous fire were frantically tearing at the barrier.

They were reveling, shouting, greedily wanting to rush into this ancient Eastern pure land.

"A bunch of trash,"

Pei Fei stood before the barrier, his figure as tiny as a speck of dust, but his silhouette was more majestic than Luofeng Mountain behind him.

"Did you really think I didn't open the gate because I was afraid of you?"

Pei Fei slowly raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the Son of Heaven Sword hanging at his waist—a sword that had never been drawn, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Underworld.

"Clang—!!"

A dragon's roar arose, and the sword light was like ink.

Pei Fei showed no posture of defense. Facing the sky full of phantom gods and demons, he performed an action that drove all ghosts and gods mad—

He held the sword with both hands and slashed fiercely at the dimensional barrier that had protected the Chinese Underworld for two years!

"Since you want to play, I'll play big with you!!"

"Open for me...!"

Rumble—!!

That golden dimensional barrier was actually split open by him from the inside with a single sword strike!

As this gap opened, a Western behemoth projection, a hundred feet tall, which had been shouting from beyond the barrier, was instantly exposed beneath Pei Fei's blade.

Before the monster could react, a pitch-black sword qi spanning ten thousand miles, carrying the world-destroying laws of reincarnation, cleaved down directly from above its head.

Slash!

Like a hot knife through butter.

That Western behemoth, powerful enough to rampage in this world, didn't even have time to scream before it was instantly split in half, exploding into a rain of golden divine blood.

This single strike shattered the void and also severed the arrogance of the Western gods who believed themselves superior.

The previously clamorous area outside the barrier instantly fell silent.

The angels, demons, and titans froze in place, looking in terror at the Eastern Emperor standing at the opening, bathed in divine blood.

Pei Fei held the sword with one hand, the tip pointing diagonally toward the ground, his black robe flapping wildly in the fierce wind.

He stood alone, his back to the myriad lights of home, facing the entire Western mythological system.

A bloodthirsty and crazed cold smile curled on his pale yet handsome face.

"Send word to the Five Directional Ghost Emperors and the Ten Kings of Hell."

Pei Fei's voice was not loud, but it traveled clearly through the rift he had cut, spreading across both the Yin and Yang realms, entering the ears of every spectator.

"Effective immediately, the Underworld enters a state of full wartime alert."

He raised his sword, pointing directly at the mass of gods and demons.

"Whether angel or demon, if you dare extend your claws into My territory..."

"Kill one who comes!"

"If a pair comes, I will cleave a pair!"

...

【Hiss... Zzzzz...】

【Signal connecting... Reconnection successful!】

The hearts of the hundreds of millions of global viewers who refused to leave the black screen of Pei Duo's livestream skipped a beat.

In the image, three figures appeared out of thin air and landed steadily.

"Alert!!"

The moment they landed, Xu Mo roared.

His muscle memory, trained at Luofeng Mountain, instantly flared up. His back arched, his right hand tightly gripping the cold underworld emissary token at his waist, his left hand guarding his side.

"Lin Sa, protect Your Highness!"

"Received!"

Lin Sa executed a tactical roll, the Soul-Hooking Chain in her hand clattering loudly as she held it across her chest. The killing intent forged by Eighth Master in the Asura training ground erupted without reservation.

The two, one in front and one behind, tightly shielded Pei Duo in the middle, treating the situation as a major enemy.

This set of fluid tactical maneuvers stunned the livestream viewers.

【Holy crap! They're alive? They didn't die from that?!】

【Wait, how did these two suddenly get so fierce? They've clearly trained!】

【Where is Pei Duo? Is Pei Duo okay?】

【Forget Pei Duo, look at the corner of the room! Look at the corner!! I must be blind!!】

As the camera automatically focused, the scene shifted.

The S-class BOSS—the Vampire Count, who was originally sinister, terrifying, and not only ate people but also spat out bones—was currently maintaining a 'Dogeza' posture so standard it could be included in a textbook, his face pressed against the floor, kneeling in the corner.

His exquisite tailcoat was covered in dust, and a spider web had even formed on his shoulder. The entire person was motionless, as if he had turned into a 'humble' monument.

Not far from him lay several newcomers, their faces ashen and so thin their bones were showing, panting heavily, clearly having only half a life left from starvation.

"This..."

Xu Mo pushed up his glasses, looking at the absurd scene before him, completely bewildered.

This wasn't the script! What happened to fighting to the death?

Just then.

"Crack... snap..."

A bone-grinding sound.

The Count, who was almost stiff from kneeling, managed to turn his neck with extreme difficulty.

The moment his bloodshot eyes—originally scarlet but now dim—confirmed seeing Pei Duo's face—

"Waa—!!!"

A piercing howl, filled with endless grievance and bitterness, instantly exploded above the hall.

"You've finally returned!!!"