Chapter 1589: Chapter 1627: Open Conspiracy

The calm gaze of the Netherworld King traversed the vast sky.

Looking at Princess Zi Jiang, imprisoned in the space mirror, uninjured, he then turned his gaze to Jiang Fan.

His eyes were calm yet intensely oppressive.

Jiang Fan only felt stabbing pain all over his body, as if his gaze had pierced through every part of his body.

It was as if several great mountains were pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to straighten his back.

The surrounding air also solidified under his oppression, making it hard to breathe.

This was the third time facing the Five-star Giant King, yet the oppression felt no weaker.

Indeed, the higher his cultivation, the more he could sense the Five-star Giant King’s invincible control over life and death, as king among kings.

He had a feeling that if the Five-star Giant King intended to kill him, it wouldn’t be much harder than facing the Giant Emperor.

It was merely a face-off.

He gripped the space mirror tightly, eyes solemn: "You lot really are lingering spirits that refuse to leave."

"The weakest state of Taicang has successively dispatched fifty Giant Kings!"

"Is it really worth it for just one Princess Zi Jiang?"

The fighting had worn him out.

The giants came wave after wave, endlessly!

How many Divinity Transformation Realm cultivators does Taicang State have anyway, even the highest realm is just the Heavenly Human Two Declines!

Is it worth such a heavy price to send an army to crusade?

The Netherworld King said faintly: "I used to think the same, that such a trivial Taicang State wouldn’t disturb the Ninth Army of our Central Tribe."

"But now..."

He sensed the aura of the twenty Giant Kings previously sent, and only the aura of a Two-star Fire Giant King remained, his eyes slightly narrowing:

"I can only say, the Central Tribe Emperor did not misjudge."

"You, Taicang State, are a place of hidden talents, no weaker than any other state."

He couldn’t quite understand, for the intelligence stated that Taicang State only had Three Gods and One Bodhisattva.

Then there were some remnant souls from a millennium ago, which were no longer a force to be reckoned with.

How did Taicang State manage to consecutively wipe out the Black Sun Royal Court’s army and over half of his Giant Kings?

"Netherworld, don’t worry about me! Kill this man!"

Inside the mirror, Princess Zi Jiang resolutely said: "Half of the Giant Kings who descended on Taicang State died at his hands!"

"His means, divine skills, and magical treasures far exceed any Central Earth person we’ve understood."

"He is a major threat to our Ancient Giants."

"You must kill him, do not give him a chance to transform into divinity, or the consequences will be endless!"

Hmm?

The large vertical eye of the Netherworld King narrowed into a slit, staring straight at Jiang Fan.

Could one person really kill fifteen Giant Kings?

It sounded truly like a tale from another world.

Yet, he was only an Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul.

If he broke through the shackles and stepped into the Divinity Transformation Realm, wouldn’t he be invincible within the same realm?

A cold gleam flashed across his eyes:

"Wang Chongxiao, for the sake of you not harming the Princess, I’ll give you a chance."

Jiang Fan snorted: "If I let her go, will you spare my life?"

"A Giant King said this sort of thing before."

Not to mention that believing the words of an Ancient Giant could be questionable, even if he did keep his promise, Jiang Fan would not release a princess just to save his own life.

Having dared to invade Central Earth, he wanted the Central Tribe Emperor to feel the pain!

"No." The Netherworld King leisurely, with a calm and deep gaze, said:

"You must die!"

"But, the people of Taicang State can survive."

Jiang Fan was suddenly surprised, asking: "What do you mean?"

The Netherworld King extended two fingers:

"First, release Princess Zi Jiang!"

"Second, you must commit suicide before our Ancient Giants, both physically and spiritually obliterated!"

"Accomplish these two things, and I will immediately withdraw troops and guarantee the pardon of Taicang State to the Central Tribe Emperor!"

"From today until a thousand years later, no Ancient Giant shall set foot in Taicang State."

He looked down at Jiang Fan, saying:

"Use your life alone to exchange for a millennium of peace for your state."

"Have you not fought till now for the survival of Taicang State?"

"This king will fulfill your wish."

Jiang Fan was taken aback.

He hadn’t expected the condition proposed by the Netherworld King to be one he couldn’t refuse!

He had been actively preparing for the great war to protect the mountains and rivers of Taicang State, wasn’t he?

Now, if only he were to die, everything would end.

"This is an open conspiracy," the Jiangshan First-class Building Owner said solemnly:

"If you don’t agree, he will massacre everywhere, pushing the blame on you, saying you let Taicang State suffer devastation for your life, making you the sinner of the state."

"And if you agree, he can rescue Princess Zi Jiang and kill you without shedding blood; whether he will fulfill the promise, only heaven knows."

Jiang Fan calmed himself.

The Netherworld King was a Five-star Giant King; if he wanted to kill him, why negotiate?

He could have easily killed by force!

He was toying with people’s minds!

If he didn’t agree, Jiang Fan would lose his reputation and be condemned by the people.

If he agreed, the Netherworld King could invade unimpeded.

He deeply gazed at the Netherworld King and said in a deep voice, "You’ve got my measure!"

The Netherworld King did not deny the open conspiracy, his eye filled with mockery:

"I’ll give you three breaths to decide."

He held a memory crystal in his hand, capturing Jiang Fan’s imminent choice.

How could he possibly keep his promise and spare Taicang State?

He only intended to crush Central Earth’s morale with such measures.

Wasn’t Jiang Fan the hero who entered the Heavenly Realm twice, admired as a model among the strong across states?

Didn’t Jiang Fan achieve remarkable victories in the war, inspiring Central Earth’s army?

Now, let them watch as the hero of Central Earth either commits suicide or abandons the people for his life.

Such a blow to morale is far more effective than directly killing Jiang Fan!

"Three!"

The Netherworld King smiled faintly, starting the countdown.

Jiang Fan’s eyes showed a cold light, glancing at the memory crystal in his hand, knowing that whichever choice he made would be wrong.

As thoughts raced through his mind.

A rough voice, accompanied by the rolling rumble of thunder, came:

"The Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple will not allow Jiang Fan to commit suicide!"

"If the world blames anyone, it can blame me, the Heart Demon Venerable!"

The Heart Demon Venerable, surrounded by thunder, flashed over.

He landed beside Jiang Fan, facing a group of Giant Kings, standing straight and tall.

"Amitabha, our Buddhism also will not allow Jiang Fan to commit suicide."

"If the world bears a grudge, let them be angry at our Buddhism."

Pingtian Bodhisattva, riding a Twelve-leaf Golden Lotus, flew over, his voice ethereal yet powerful.

"Heh, our Asura Clan also does not permit Jiang Fan to commit suicide."

"When the lips are in danger, the teeth grow cold. If Jiang Fan dies, our Black Cloud Village will only be destroyed faster."

"Friends from Taicang State, if there’s any resentment, feel free to find our Asura Clan!"

Ming Ye, the Asura King, enshrouded in a cloud of black Yin Qi, arrived through instantaneous movement.

Along with him came Jian Lanjiang and the battle corpse enshrouded in fog.

Jian Lanjiang stood with hands behind his back, holding his head high: "We, Taicang State, would rather break into pieces than be a tile!"

"If we must have one who devotedly serves Taicang State commit suicide for millennium peace, then such peace isn’t worth it!"

"Should anyone therefore vent their anger at Jiang Fan, my Jian Family will rip out their heart and ask where their conscience lies!"

Finally, Jiang Wuya, riding the Misfortune God Stele, arrived, uprightly proclaiming:

"Justice residing within the human heart, no vile plots will poison the guardians of the people in Taicang State!"

These resolute declarations were recorded in the memory stone.

The smile on the Netherworld King’s face froze.

The declarations of the four people and a corpse shattered his open conspiracy.

He hadn’t expected, in this death-encircled place with the army pressing down, that these few people would still come knowing the risk of death, voicing for Jiang Fan with their lives.

How had Jiang Fan won such loyalty?

He squinted, gazing at Jiang Fan.

Finally, he understood why Princess Zi Jiang would rather die than exchange Jiang Fan’s life!

Crack!

He clenched his five fingers, shattering the memory crystal.

Sweeping a calm gaze over the group:

"The game is over."

"Since you have the courage to face death, this king shall grant your wish."

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