Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 316: Son of the Netherworld
——Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?

When Kurano Niwa was nine years old, he wondered the answer to this question.

He asked many people.

And everyone gave him an answer. They said, yes, you are the legitimate son of a second-class family, a descendant of a royal family. From the moment you were born, you were destined to live in luxury and rule over the people.

But Kurano Ting didn't believe it.

If the aristocratic families were truly born with noble blood, superior moral character, and destined to rule the people, then why would there be so many useless people in each family who only knew how to eat, drink, and enjoy themselves?

If this is true, then why would each family show kindness to those lower-class people who have humble origins but outstanding abilities, and even go so far as to marry off their daughters and accept them as true members of the family?
Therefore, the truth is definitely not what the aristocratic families publicize.

When Kurano Tei was twelve years old, he finally figured out the answer to this problem.

——It’s not family background that brings “ability”.

——It is “ability” that builds the family background.

There is nothing predetermined in the world; everything is just a byproduct of one’s “ability”.

That night, with the silver light spilling from the courtyard and the setting moon in the sky, Zang Ye Ting slowly raised his hand. He thought of many things -

Whether in private school or interpersonal relationships, he was truly gifted. While his peers of the same age were still struggling with the homework assigned by the teacher, he was able to complete everything casually and easily, winning the teacher's heartfelt praise.

He is proficient in all the six arts of a gentleman.

When other people were still as naive as children, he had already seen through people's hearts. With just a few manipulations, he could sort out complicated situations. Even the elders in the clan had to talk to him at eye level.

Praise, love, respect, fear.
Finally, Kurano Ting remembered how it all began.

The servants in the family told Zang Yeting in a pious tone more than once that he had a vision when he was born. On the day he was born, a strange fragrance filled the air, and fiery red Lycoris radiata bloomed all over half of the Zang family mansion, as if in an instant, the place had fallen into the underworld.

When I was a little older, some elders in the clan, when asked about this, smiled and said that it was just the usual way for aristocratic families to build up momentum for their newborn sons.

How could anything really fall into the underworld, with red spider lilies overflowing?

Then, Kurano Ting understood.

It turns out that those ordinary people, who have lived a mediocre life, are not even allowed to "see". They will never know the truth in their lifetime.

It turns out that all my talents and characteristics were for this moment——

Zang Ye Ting suddenly realized and understood all the causes and effects.

我乃
Reborn from the netherworld, with Ziwei fate.

——I am destined to become the "Son of the Netherworld" who commands the Ten Palaces and rules over the eighteen levels of hell!
Those overflowing red spider lilies are God's plea to his amazing talent.

The third ring [Truth].

——"Descending into the underworld", Zang Ye Ting!
"Is this an imperial decree?"

Song Shi raised his eyebrows. After the other party's folding fan lit up, the wave of fire he controlled suddenly became a little obscure, and even the momentum was restrained a little.

"——Or is it an imperial decree in the name of the Emperor?"

Then, the young man laughed and praised sincerely, "Not bad. After thinking of yourself as the 'Son of the Netherworld', you have actually walked step by step to where you are now."

Kurano Ting didn't say anything.

Since the first imperial decree was issued, the man's temperament changed suddenly. The young man from a noble family who was free and easy not long ago, now seemed like a majestic, inviolable, mighty and respected emperor.

He was still looking at Song Shi, but his eyes, filled with purple, were clearly overlooking the kingdom's territory, ignoring the madman who attempted to challenge the emperor's majesty.

On the second, third, and fourth folds of the folding fan, the seal characters lit up again. ——The second imperial decree: "Forbid the evil spirits"!
——The third imperial decree: “Seal the troops”!
——The fourth decree: “Suppression”!
Three imperial edicts were issued in succession, and it was visibly that Zang Ye Ting's demeanor weakened a bit. Maintaining four imperial edicts at the same time was a considerable burden even for him.

The effect can be equally obvious.

The mighty flames of disaster controlled by Song Shi, their originally ferocious evil spirit weakened, and at the same time, the terrifying power that burst out from the heavy murder also subsided. Facing the final "suppression", he felt his whole body suddenly sink, as if he was carrying an invisible mountain on his back.

Kurano Ting hasn't stopped yet!
He slowly raised his hand and looked forward——

"——You can stop for a while."

The man's expression changed slightly.

The emperor who ruled the underworld should have looked down on everything indifferently, but at this moment, his heart was rippling uncontrollably.

"Imperial decree. The so-called country of yours, the emperor, is nothing but this piece of 'purple qi of the netherworld'."

Song Shi slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the heavy and sharp blade that was surrounded by evil flames.

"Your decree can only be effective when you are within the Netherworld Purple Qi. To be honest, you did a pretty good job. After all, your psychic energy reserves are far beyond those of ordinary psychics, and you have the blessing of Haodang. In addition, these Netherworld Purple Qi have the ability to weaken the five senses. It is almost impossible for the opponent to leave the range of the Purple Qi."

As the five fingers stroked over inch by inch, the originally dimmed Heavy Killing once again shone with a frightening light. Even the flames of misfortune began to rise, roaring even more violently than at the beginning!
"Self-immolation" state, activated.

"There's no need to use edicts for ordinary psychics. You can just use the Netherworld Purple Qi to flood them and they'll be done for. A skilled psychic will die if he's hit by two targeted edicts."

Song Shi struck the heavy kill one last time, and then looked at Zang Yeting not far away again.

He said, "I am here."

The same moment.

A creepy sense of warning exploded in Zang Ye Ting's heart!
The psychic skill called [Moe Tou] has never conveyed a "die die die die die die die" warning like it does now.

——First withdraw from the range of "Netherworld Purple Qi" and wait for an opportunity to maneuver?
Just burn them all!

Song Shi laughed wildly, and an extremely dazzling red-gold light bloomed and spread with himself as the center. It was a scene of [scorched earth].

But it is far more than just [scorched earth].

【Rendering】, 【spreading across the prairie】, 【spreading across the prairie】.

The three psychic skills were fully displayed. After the incomplete "sublimation", driven by the [Heart of Practice and Forging], they burst out with greater power than ever before. At this moment, they converged into one, turning the scorched earth into a terrifying power like a natural disaster.

--boom!

It was as if endless waves of red-gold flames were surging and rolling. Looking down from the sky, the area within a radius of thousands of meters turned into two completely different worlds.

One is dark purple and ethereal, the other is red and blazing, infinitely brilliant.

It was as if a vast and substantial sea of ​​purple mist rose up and rose again. Under the command of the "Son of the Underworld", it was determined to destroy the madmen and restore the majesty of the Son of Hell.

But at this moment, when the flames began to sweep across, the purple sea of ​​fog was no longer "vast" at all, and was destroyed in an instant. The red gold submerged the dark purple in front at a speed visible to the naked eye!

And from the high-speed stream of fire, Zang Ye Ting felt the other party's intentions.

——It is not to correct one’s own dignity.

——It’s not about anger and revenge.

Just pure.

kill.

(End of this chapter)