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第两千九百三十一章 三名大将

The three figures looked different, but the spiritual pressure emanating from them was remarkably similar—none of them were ordinary; they were all veterans who had passed through the tribulation realm!

Indeed, they were all at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. The man with a feather fan and scholar's cap, whose appearance was refined and scholarly like that of an advisor, had even reached the mid-Tribulation Transcendence realm.

Three ghostly spirits, no matter where they were placed, would be dominant in their domains. However, at this moment, each one displayed a respectful demeanor.

The man in brocade robes and jade belt was deeply bowed to as he asked with a solemn tone: "Your Majesty, why are you angry?"

"Someone has stolen the Immortal Restraining Ring I crafted," the Dark King of the Netherworld's voice, filled with gritted teeth, echoed. There was even a hint of venom in it.

"What? How is that possible? Didn't Your Majesty send your fourth younger brother to guard this item on Scorpion Mountain?" The woman covered her mouth and sounded utterly shocked.

The other two had similar expressions. Although the fourth younger brother's strength was slightly weaker than theirs, he too was at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. With him guarding the treasure, it should have been foolproof both logically and emotionally. How could such a thing happen?

Moreover, in this lost realm, who would dare to touch something as precious as the Dark King’s treasure? It was like an old man hanging himself—living too long.

"Ha! Not only your fourth younger brother, but even my own avatar sent to retrieve the treasure was destroyed by that fellow," the Dark King of the Netherworld's resentful voice echoed in their ears.

"What?"

"Did I hear you correctly? Even Your Majesty’s avatar has perished. How is this possible?"

"Who could have such power?"

The three exchanged glances, their expressions incredulous. Although the Dark King’s avatar was not at the early Tribulation Transcendence stage, its true combat strength far exceeded that of ordinary beings.

Even if they faced a formidable enemy and couldn't defeat it, wouldn’t they be able to escape? Yet, they were actually killed by an opponent here. If not for the Dark King's own words, they would never have believed such a thing.

How could this be?

"Could those powerful figures from another world be responsible?"

"Yes, is there someone of high rank who has been swept into this lost realm by spatial turbulence?"

After a moment of silence, the man with the feather fan and scholar's cap spoke again. His intelligence was indeed commendable; he had pinpointed the key point.

"Hmph, that boy looks unfamiliar. He doesn't seem to be from this lost realm. If I'm not mistaken, he is indeed from the Spirit Realm," the Dark King of the Netherworld’s expression was no longer angry but still extremely grim.

"From the Spirit Realm? Could it be a late-stage Tribulation Transcender?" The woman's face also turned pale.

Such beings were beyond their ability to defeat. Even if the Dark King himself came, defeating him would not be difficult, but eliminating him would not be easy either.

To reach the late-stage Tribulation Transcendence realm, even without domain power, how could one lack several extremely powerful survival techniques?

Eliminating such a creature was as difficult as a commoner trying to climb heaven itself.

Seeing his three subordinates silent, the Dark King of the Netherworld naturally guessed what they were thinking: "You are overthinking. The little brat isn't some late-stage Tribulation Transcender."

"Not a late-stage Tribulation Transcender... Wait, Your Majesty says it's a small boy?"

The three exchanged glances, their expressions equally stunned.

"Correct. That boy does look young. Judging by his appearance, he hasn't lived long; just a one-point spirit realm adept," the Dark King of the Netherworld said with a hint of embarrassment on his face. After all, it wasn’t something to brag about that his avatar was destroyed by a one-point spirit realm being.

The three ghostly spirits in front of him were already dumbfounded.

Strange things happened every year, but this year had more than its share. The fourth younger brother and the Dark King’s avatar were both defeated by a mere one-point spirit realm adept… Wasn’t this just too absurd?

In that moment, they even wondered if their lord had gone mad from practicing cultivation techniques incorrectly, leading to a mental breakdown.

It was no wonder they thought so. Although anything could happen in the cultivation world and challenges across levels were not unheard of, Tribulation Transcendence was entirely different. The strength difference between realms was like heaven and earth; challenging a Tribulation Transcender with a one-point spirit realm adept was something that hadn’t happened for millions of years.

Even if there was a genius who defeated the fourth younger brother, his lord’s avatar's strength far surpassed those at the same stage. His fall was too much to bear.

There should be limits to level-crossing challenges; such exaggeration was absurd.

The three were speechless, unsure how to respond. Even the man with the feather fan lost his elegant demeanor.

"How can you doubt what I say?" The Dark King of the Netherworld's tone carried a hint of displeasure.

"We dare not."

The three quickly lowered their heads in respect.

"Fine, there’s no need for pretense. I haven’t gone mad and am not speaking nonsense. That small boy is indeed a one-point spirit realm adept with outstanding strength. It was my carelessness that led to this. Now, I’ve summoned you to find his whereabouts. The Immortal Restraining Ring took countless efforts from me; it can't fall into the hands of outsiders."

The Dark King of the Netherworld said coldly as he swept his sleeve and three black jade eye scrolls shot out, accurately landing in their hands.

"These eyes contain that boy's appearance and other clues. Go and search thoroughly—no matter how high or low you have to go—to find this boy’s whereabouts."

"Aye, Your Majesty, we will do our best. That hateful fellow won’t escape us," the ghost with a warrior-like appearance said as he sank his consciousness.

"Hmm, you are my trusted subordinates; I trust you. However, that small boy is formidable and cunning. You mustn't underestimate him. If you find his whereabouts, don’t alert him; follow him quietly while sending reports back. I will extract his soul and refine his essence."

"What? Your Majesty wants to do it personally?"

"Indeed, how else can I avenge the destruction of my avatar?"

The Dark King of the Netherworld's resentful voice echoed in their ears. Of course, this was just for show; while he trusted these three as his closest subordinates, the Five-Headed Seal was such a precious treasure that even the Arrogant King had struggled to find it. How could he entrust it to others?

Even loyal subordinates couldn’t be fully trusted in times like these. In short, better safe than sorry.

Of course, he wouldn't elaborate on the reasons behind this to them.

The three were alarmed and vaguely felt that there was something unsaid about what their lord had said. However, they dared not speak out of turn; after a respectful bow, they withdrew.

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