Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 152

King Dāngyōu’s expression darkened as he suppressed the anger boiling in his heart and said in a deep voice, “Everyone, please remain calm. We can still fight back.”

But barely had the words left his mouth when a Bone Tribe king wielding a Magic Staff stepped forward, harshly reprimanding him, “What a joke! Not long ago, the Human Race used a Magical Artifact. What do we have to compete with them? Just those Underworld Abyss Medicinal Pills granted by the messengers?”

“I admit that these pills are indeed marvelous, able to temporarily boost one’s Cultivation Level and Power, but in the face of that sword, they are useless!”

“Exactly!” the others chimed in.

That day, the terrifying Aura released by the Magical Artifact even unsettled those stationed in the Underworld Abyss.

So powerful it was despair-inducing!

There was no way someone at the Tribulation Stage, who claimed to be a Virtual Immortal, could withstand it!

King Dāngyōu fell into silence, recalling the fear brought by that sword, his heart raced, and he felt a bone-chilling Cold Air seep into his bones.

Sure enough, there was a reason their ancestors were driven back to the Underworld Abyss; against such exaggerated power, it would be pointless for the hundred tribes of the Underworld to fight back!

However, recognizing the dire situation, King Dāngyōu knew there was no turning back. More importantly, he still clung to a glimmer of hope, believing those few mysterious messengers could change the tide of battle.

After all, they were from an unfathomable external power!

“Heh, to dare say our pills are useless.”

Just then, a chilling laugh echoed, turning the previously noisy hall into a deafening silence.

Under the fearful gazes of dozens, six figures clothed in black robes appeared out of nowhere, stirring a mighty gale of dark winds.

Beneath their hats, their faces were shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see their features, as they hovered eerily above the ground like ghosts.

The Underworld kings were so frightened they fell silent, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

For some reason, every time they faced these six messengers, they felt an innate sense of suppression, as if these six were the true masters of the Underworld.

And that feeling had also been present in King Dāngyōu’s heart.

“The six esteemed messengers, please don’t take offense. We didn’t underestimate the divine pills you sent. It’s just that circumstances have changed; not long ago, a powerful being of the Human Race summoned a Magical Artifact, which has greatly impacted us in the Underworld. So I wish to ask how we ought to respond moving forward?”

King Dāngyōu quickly stood up, thoughtfully organizing his words.

“In the end, you still lack resolve and fear the possibility of a total defeat, am I right?”

One tall, thin black-robed man chuckled coldly.

King Dāngyōu’s expression stiffened, “Well…”

“I’ll tell you, even if the entire hundred tribes of the Underworld are sacrificed, that’s completely acceptable because you must obey us unconditionally. Simply put, you have no choice in the matter.”

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Underworld kings changed, fury erupting from their chests while their expressions revealed undeniable killing intent.

As top experts of their respective tribes, they knew their worth and pride; if pushed to the brink, they would dare to stand against the kings of the Ghost Tribe based on their numbers.

The previous reverence for these visitors stemmed from their immense backgrounds and their unfathomable Aura, which made them wary.

Now, insulted, these Underworld kings grew furious, their murderous intent bubbling over.

The hall was charged with the aura of impending violence.

It was enough to make one tremble!

As the strongest ruler, King Dāngyōu was now angry.

While he needed them to some extent, weren’t they also borrowing power from them?

“Please watch your words. The Underworld has only a cooperative relationship with you. In a sense, it is equal. At worst, we could terminate this cooperation and you can leave the Underworld.”

“Or… remain here forever to atone!”

King Dāngyōu’s tone turned sharp, and he unleashed a terrifying aura, fierce and imposing like a devil, causing the entire Ghost Tribe’s Royal Palace to tremble violently, casting a shadow of death over the surrounding thousand miles.

With his strength, he could easily crush the six elite Bone Tribe warriors, which demonstrated just how powerful he was.

King Dāngyōu, a veritable warlord, dared to tear the mask off in front of these six powerful messengers, wanting to forcefully retain them.

Of course.

The main reason was that King Dāngyōu had never seen these six display their power, so he had the audacity to think this way.

At this moment.

The tall messenger remained unfazed and mocked, “You servants dare raise a hand against your master?”

Then, addressing the war-ready King Dāngyōu with a meaningful tone, he said, “Do you really think the rulers of the Underworld are your Ghost Tribe?”

King Dāngyōu squinted, “What do you mean?”

The Ghost Tribe was accepted as the foremost royal family of the Underworld, completely dominant, and this fact had stood for millions of years. Hearing the external messenger’s questioning stirred an ominous premonition within King Dāngyōu.

“Heh, let’s show these lowly servants what their true masters are like.”

The tall messenger sneered.

The other five exchanged glances and nodded. Then, their black robes fell away, and a surge of Underworld energy surged like a purple mist.

“What?!”

In that moment, all the Underworld kings’ pupils constricted in horror, feeling as if they were crushed under towering mountains, forced to kneel on the ground, barely daring to catch their breath, their hearts trembling.

Only King Dāngyōu remained relatively composed, on one knee, veins bulging on his forehead, grinding his back teeth, his eyes filled with deep fear.

This was not merely an oppressive Aura; it felt as though they were inherently restrained. What was the meaning of this?

“Who exactly are you…”

“Heh, it’s nothing to tell you, just so you understand your identity and status.”

The speaking tall messenger had dense purple hair cascading down to his waist, an eerily handsome face with two sharp horns protruding from his rich forehead and eyes that shone an enchanting dark purple, cold smiles dancing on his lips.

“We come from the Underworld Clan, the true rulers of the Underworld. The little world you live in was once carved out by our ancestors.”

“Moreover, your ancestors willingly received the bloodline branding from our ancestors to survive, and in the face of our Underworld Clan, you could only obey. For the ages to come, you will all be the slaves of our Underworld Clan!”

“So, do you remember the fear of being ruled?”

As soon as these words left his mouth, the slave branding embedded in their bloodlines began to sear, releasing waves of heat that ignited the fear buried deep within the hearts of each tribe’s kings, making their heads throb.

Looking at these six figures, recalling the ancient tales from their tribes, King Dāngyōu felt a significant shock; his preconceived notions were shattered.

It turned out that what the tribe elders said in his childhood was true: the Ghost Tribe was not the rulers of the Underworld; the original rulers were the Underworld Clan.

But the question remained: Why did the founding clan of the Underworld become an external force later on?