Transmigrating into a Demon Spirit to Blow up the Entire World-Chapter 153.2

Only then did Zhu Mu react, “You deliberately let him out of the palace.”

An Ying looked out the window with silence. But Zhu Mo couldn’t refrain from frowning: “Why do you want to do this? Are You not worried that the Heavenly Realm or the Netherworld King will come and take Lord Shen Tong away?”

What else can be done if not this? Nowadays, in the face of the Little Phoenix, he’ll always lose, and is already a total mess even as early as a thousand years ago. If it wants to slip out of the palace, then he can only feign ignorance and allow it to succeed in slipping out. Since it wants to take a stroll alone, then he can only give it time to take a stroll. An Ying stood in front the window with his hands clasped behind him, “I’m afraid that Kong Ming has already taken Tong Tong away by now.”

Zhu Mo couldn’t understand An Ying’s way of thinking, and could only worry helplessly deep inside. It wasn’t until a long time had passed, did they finally see their great Demon Emperor shift his gaze away from the window, and say: “……it’s getting late, I should go pick Tong Tong back home for dinner.”

In just a blink of an eye, the day had already turned to night.

Among the Four Realms, only the Netherworld lacked any daytime and nighttime, and will forever maintain a slightly bright view of the sky, as if the daybreak sun was about to rise in any given second. But it is a pity that, that daybreak will never come.

Breaking into the Netherworld, An Ying did not see the Little Phoenix, but only saw Kong Ming sitting on the throne while playing with a human skull in his hand.

The playing action was obviously careless, but also contained a strange gentleness. There were also two attendants next to him, who was massaging his legs and fanning him, while reverently half-kneeling on the left and right. Despite hearing the approaching steps of An Ying, Kong Ming still didn’t look up, but merely spoke with a tempo that was neither too fast nor too slow: “The Demon Emperor rarely visits the Netherworld, yet why wasn’t there any advance notice? I would’ve promptly given you a welcome.”

“It truly is a rare visit. But I’ve never received any invitation from the Netherworld King. How dare I rashly come over?”

An Ying spoke with sarcasm: “Anyone, who goes to the Netherworld without the Netherworld King’s invitation, no matter how strong they are, must also endure the yin qi pressure of the Netherworld. Unlike in My Demon Realm, where any Tom, Dick or Harry* can freely come and go, and even directly intrude into the rear courtyard.”

*contemptuous way of saying anyone

After this sarcastic remarks, he no longer spoke any nonsense, and directly went straight to the point: “Where is Tong Tong? I’m here to bring him back.”

They all said that when rivals of love come face to face, their eyes will blaze with hatred. But as the Netherworld King, Kong Ming’s eyes were naturally of a dark shade of red. The skull he was playing in his hand was involuntarily crushed: “Bring Tong Tong back?”

The attendant massaging his legs on the left side immediately stopped, and leaned his head over the spot where the skull had just been. Kong Ming wiped his fingers, which was dirtied by the bone’s ashes, using the attendant’s hair. His actions were actually just like how he was playing with the skull not too long ago. As if what he had at the palm of his hand was still that very white skull, and not the breathing attendant. He then stood up afterwards: “An Ying, after having spent almost half of your power in order to allow Tong Tong to be reborn a thousand years ago, and being under the suppression of yin qi now. Do you still think you can bring him away with your current level?!”

But An Ying wasn’t disturbed by this at all, and even had an arrogant and chilly attitude: “Kong Ming, even if there was just 30 percent of power left, I still have the complete confidence to deal with you. At best, it will just be a loss for both sides, a life-and-death fight, — If you dare do anything to Tong Tong, then I will also dare to kill you!”

“The only one to die is you,” The bloody hue flowing at the bottom of Kong Ming’s eyes, was incredibly dangerous, “An Ying, aren’t you really being too arrogant as well? Are you really not afraid of dying in my hands?”

“Hand Tong Tong over.” But An Ying just repeated once again: “Where is Tong Tong really?”

This time, Kong Ming had unexpectedly answered An Ying’s question for real: “Tong Tong is looking at the Three-Life Stone.”

The ancient spirit on the Three-Life Stone, has a record of everyone’s past lives. Unfortunately, Kong Ming didn’t see any dramatic change in An Ying’s expression, that he couldn’t help from saying: “The Demon Emperor is really extraordinary, to not be afraid of dying in my hands, nor afraid of seeing Tong Tong abandon you after knowing of the past events. — I really want to know, is there something in this world you are afraid of?”

“.…..There is,” Only after a brief period of silence did An Ying reply: “I’m afraid of him being sad and uncomfortable.”

Who this ‘him’ refers to is self-evident, and this brief sentence is truly bitter and cruel. But his arrogant and chilly attitude returned with his next sentence: “Kong Ming, let me tell you, if you dare do anything to Tong Tong, I will dare to kill you.”

“If you’ve come determinedly, then that truly couldn’t be any better.” But Kong Ming quirked his lip, “Don’t forget that this is Chang Liu Palace. If I were to die, everyone in this room will never be able to step out the gate of this palace.”

An Ying naturally knew of the connection between Chang Liu Palace and Kong Ming. This palace is a part of Kong Ming’s soul. If he dies, the entire palace will melt into nothingness. However, An Ying also quirked his lips. But the ridicule in his words was a hundred times heavier compared to before, as he uttered word for word: “Kong Ming, even if you named this palace as Chang Liu, but the person you want to have, will never stay by your side.”

Kong Ming finally showed a change of expression.

Chang Liu: forever here. He built this shining gold palace with his own hands, and planted that prosperous sea of flowers. However, his Little Phoenix never thought of staying here, but turned to embrace another person.

“Even though Tong Tong won’t stay, but I can take your life here*.” The bloody hue in Kong Ming’s eyes rapidly spread, and the vicious yin aura sharply rose to the highest point. In the next second, he actually launched a powerful attack with his hand!

*he actually says ‘retain your life here’, but it sounds off so…

An Ying speedily avoided this blow, and even brandished three palm strikes straight towards Kong Ming’s head at the same time. Kong Ming leaned to one side, and avoided the two successive palm strikes with a powerful demon power, and slid back into the chair at the last palm strike. But he accidentally pressed the seat’s armrest.

Followed by loud bang, the interior of the palace hall suddenly brightened. Shortly after that was another loud bang, and the back of the hall unexpectedly divided into two, as both sides slowly slid apart!

A vivid and lifelike picture of a Phoenix was slowly revealed from the back of the dividing wall.