Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"Your subjects have been waiting for this moment for a long time. We respectfully request that Your Majesty return to the right path, revisit the Imperial Palace, be revered by all nations, and ride the winds of the four seas!"

Hearing these powerful words, Mo Xie remained unmoved. His crimson, sinister eyes swept coldly over the respectful Eight Directions of the Dead, finally settling on the Queen of the Netherworld.

Feeling Mo Xie's cold gaze, Jiu Youhou's exquisite face couldn't help but reveal a charming and alluring smile. She gently covered her red lips with her jade hand, looked shyly at that cold and handsome face, and said in a sweet voice.

"Your Majesty, you were so rude to me just now. You even tore my palace robes to shreds, forcing me to change into a new one."

As she spoke, she lightly tugged at the collar of her palace dress with her slender, jade-like fingers, revealing a hint of pale skin and alluring curves, and looked at Mo Xie with a charming and seductive gaze.

"If Your Majesty wishes, I will serve you well once you return to the palace."

Among the eight dead kings, the other five have extremely large bodies. Only the Nine Netherworld Queen, the White Corpse King, and the Red Skull Demon Lord are the size of normal humans, so the three of them are on the shoulders of the Mountain Corpse.

Ignoring Jiuyou's temptation, Mo Xie snorted coldly and spoke with an arrogant and disdainful tone.

"Speaking of which...aren't you being a bit too arrogant in your treatment of me, the king?"

Upon hearing this, the Eight Kings of the Underworld were slightly taken aback, their eyes filled with doubt. In the end, the other seven all turned their gazes to the Queen of the Netherworld.

None of the seven of them were very good at negotiation, so this task was naturally given to the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds, who was the most favored by the King. Unexpectedly, she angered the King!
Feeling the intense gazes of eight people, Jiuyouhou couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on her exquisite face. She gently covered half of her face with her jade hand, feeling embarrassed to face this situation.

After a while, she adjusted her facial expression, replacing it with a shy look, and whispered.

"Then, Your Majesty... how do you intend to punish me?"

Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, his aura gradually rising, and he spoke in a majestic voice.

"Since you want me to return to the capital, then you should demonstrate the strength that satisfies me and see if you deserve the title of 'Eight Dead Kings'!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the eight kings of the underworld felt the aura emanating from Mo Xie and couldn't help but want to submit. This was the suppression of the emperor over his ministers!

Despite the immense pressure, Jiuyouhou managed to maintain a gentle smile on her pretty face as she spoke.

“Your Majesty, if you wish to test our strength, then of course you may.”

She glanced at the Skeleton King beside her and gave it a look, signaling it to take the lead.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of the Underworld was stunned, and actually showed a dumbfounded look, pointing at himself with his claws in disbelief.

Seeing that the Lord of the Underworld was still unmoved and even showed such an expression, Jiuyou was so angry that her chest heaved and she snorted coldly.

"Who told you to attack Wang first? If you weren't the first to attack, who was?"

Upon hearing this, the Skeleton King nodded resignedly. It had indeed been too excited before, causing the King to mistakenly believe that it wanted to rebel.

It flapped its enormous bone wings, looked at Mo Xie not far away with slightly fearful eyes, and growled softly, as if begging the other party to go easy on it.

Mo Xie watched as the Lord of the Underworld charged towards him once again, his eyes filled with icy coldness, his scarlet eyes seemingly brimming with a terrifying aura!

With a thought, purplish-black lightning surged wildly across his arm, instantly enveloping the entire arm.

The next second, he swung his right arm out fiercely, and the instant the lightning struck, it transformed into a massive lightning dragon. The purplish-black lightning dragon danced and swung in the air, its ferocious head opening its enormous mouth, and a dragon's roar seemed to echo through the air as it rushed towards the Lord of the Underworld at incredible speed.

The Lord of the Underworld did not expect Mo Xie to unleash such a powerful attack in an instant, and its mindset was not yet in order, so it subconsciously chose to retaliate.

The three heads, encased in stark white bones, moved and opened their gaping maws, from which three purple energy orbs suddenly condensed, each containing an extremely terrifying destructive power!
In an instant, three purple orbs of light shot out, transforming into three beams of energy that shot simultaneously toward the flying purplish-black thunder dragon.

"boom!!!"

The Thunder Dragon collided with the three purple beams of light in the sky, instantly causing waves of energy to spread out, blowing away the dark clouds, and a shocking explosion echoed in the air.

Looking closely into the opposing beams of light, one could see that the purplish-black lightning dragon had gained the upper hand, relentlessly attacking the three purple pillars of destruction.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Underworld knew he was at a disadvantage and quickly stopped releasing the pillar of destruction, intending to dodge the attack of the thunder dragon.

However, the moment it closed its mouth, the battle turned completely one-sided, and the Thunder Dragon roared and flew over.

Although the Lord of the Underworld reacted quickly, he clearly underestimated the speed of the Thunder Dragon. Even though he dodged most of the attacks, he was still injured.

Twisting its long neck and turning its head, it discovered a hole in its abdomen, crackling with lightning.

The hole was about three meters wide, and there were still purplish-black lightning bolts jumping around the wound. The pain it was experiencing was quite unpleasant.

Suddenly, a tearing sound rang out, and in the sight of the Skeleton Lord, a figure with a pair of blood-red wings appeared before him.

Mo Xie teleported to the front of the wound of the Skeleton King, his eyes sharp, and clenched his right fist, slamming it hard into the hole.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the Lord of the Undead was blasted hundreds of meters away by Mo Xie's punch. His huge body flew backward and slid for another hundred meters through the pile of dead before finally coming to a stop.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a huge ditch five or six hundred meters long appeared, and the houses and streets along the way were reduced to ruins.

However, the most numerous objects were undead corpses, with pieces of white broken bones and black rotten flesh exposed on the surface, mixed with dark, damp soil, making it look like a mass grave of corpses!
The Skeleton King, who had been blasted away, slowly stood up. After this impact, several large cracks appeared on the left side of its skull, which was formed from a pale white dragon's head.

The crack revealed some of the other party's hideous and terrifying purple flesh, which looked extremely disgusting.

The dragon bone is like human skin; once this small piece of skin is lost, a truly terrifying scene is revealed.

The purple flesh, like human muscle, was exposed to the air.

The black, unidentified liquid was flowing from the purple muscles, dripping continuously onto the ground below.

Not only that, but the black liquid flowing from the Skeleton Netherworld dripped onto the ground, and the ground made a hissing sound like corrosion, clearly indicating that this black liquid was not a good thing.

Despite being injured, the Lord of the Underworld did not seem very angry. He made a slightly sorrowful sound, and his eyes were full of grievance.

Your Majesty, I was just too excited. Was it necessary to treat you like that?
Moreover, it felt a surge of resentment towards its seven companions. Why was it the only one to bear the king's wrath?

As for the remaining seven deceased rulers, they looked at the Skeleton King with pity, sighing inwardly. (End of Chapter)