Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"I am very sorry for the late arrival of our distinguished guests. It is because no one has entered this city for a long time. Even I am a bit rusty. Please forgive me if there is any inadequacy in our hospitality."

Luo Hou had no intention of beating around the bush with him and said coldly, "My time is limited. Hand over Murong Qing."

"Murong Qing, are you referring to the last emperor, Adoni?"

"Of course."

"As long as you abide by the city rules, I will fulfill your wishes."

"City regulations?"

"Murong Qing has joined this city and is considered a member of the city. The master stipulates that unless the person wishes to do so, outsiders cannot contact any member of the city."

"is it?"

"Unless you also join this city, you will not be affected by this rule and can move freely."

Upon hearing that Murong Qing had joined Tianyan Demon City, Luo Hou knew he had arrived too late; Murong Qing must have already made a deal with the Demon City.

But he still wanted to take Murong Qing out.

"These are your rules, not Luo Hou's. I never make things difficult for my servants. Go ask your master whether or not to befriend Murong Qing?"

As the last word was uttered, Luo Hou's aura underwent a dramatic change, the Three Extremes True Essence circulated, and a pure and holy light suddenly rose, dispelling the thick fog and illuminating the entire demon city.

Misi Tuo was shocked: "Are you Lord Wu Jun Luo Hou?"

"Go!"

With a single word, Luo Hou waved his hand, sending Misi Tuo to the deepest part of the Demon City. There was a loud thud as he fell to the ground, and then there was silence.

Luo Hou looked back at Ren Yunzong, who was standing outside the door, gazing at the pure and holy light within the city, lost in thought.

Is it out of concern for his own kin, or to stop the Demon City from wreaking havoc on the Bitter Realm?

Perhaps this choice is a dilemma for Ren Yunzong, but given the goodwill he just showed, Luo Hou might as well save him in a critical moment in the future.

Misi Tuo didn't linger for long and soon brought Murong Qing out.

"Wu Jun Luo Hou, this is the master's way of showing you goodwill. As long as Murong Qing is willing, she can leave here."

"Then I must thank your master."

Murong Qing was initially excited, but upon seeing that the person who had arrived was Luo Hou, her expression changed drastically: "Where is Jian Zhichu? Why isn't it Jian Zhichu?"

"His injuries are serious."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing turned and ran, saving herself the trouble of saying anything more.

Luo Hou walked out of Tianyan Demon City and nodded to Ren Yunzong.

Ren Yunzong returned the greeting and watched Luo Hou leave.

At this moment, Misiduo suddenly said, "I thought you would never set foot in this place again."

Ren Yunzong coldly replied, "The people of the Bitter Realm are not your playthings."

"If it weren't for the master's special attitude towards you, you wouldn't be standing here so peacefully. Leave now."

Ren Yunzong vanished in a flash.

The door closed again.

Only a murmur came from behind the door: "This person is completely different from before."

Luo Hou stepped into the Heartless Pavilion again. There was no more singing and dancing here. All the girls and waiters had been dismissed. The ground was covered with fallen leaves and the snow had not yet melted.

That tall osmanthus tree stood alone in the garden.

I wonder if, when the osmanthus blossoms fill the air with fragrance next autumn, someone will stand shoulder to shoulder beneath the tree.

Fu Changgui was the only one left in the hall. He was upstairs serving Jian Zhichu medicine. He seemed to have forgotten to feed Li Da Niang water. The green-feathered parrot was so thirsty that it could not speak.

As Luo Hou walked by, Aunt Li rolled her eyes listlessly, adopting an attitude of "I'm about to die, so I'm not afraid of you."

Birds follow their masters; he's just like Murong Qing.

The upstairs area was equally desolate.

At the beginning of the sword's life, he lived in the abandoned room, which added a little bit of life to the Heartless Pavilion.

Seeing that Murong Qing had returned unharmed, Jian Zhichu readily handed over the "Military Manual of Armor and Martial Arts":

"Rahu has ten volumes in total; you may study nine of them."

Luo Hou carefully put the sword away, saying, "Although it's a transaction, I still need to thank you, Sword Beginner."

Murong Qing's face darkened. He had painstakingly built the Heartless Pavilion and collected countless items over hundreds of years, only to give them away to someone else.

"At the beginning of the sword's journey, I obtained power from the Heavenly Demon City. Once you recover, we will seek revenge!"

Sword Beginner asked blankly, "What kind of power?"

"Power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth."

Jian Zhichu wanted to ask more, but Murong Qing changed the subject: "After we kill the Demon Prince, Jian Zhichu, let's retire from the martial world and never come out again."

"it is good."

Murong Qing's eyes were frighteningly bright, with two balls of evil fire burning within them.

Luo Hou knew that Murong Qing had gone mad and was determined to avenge the Ni Yu clan. If he could not kill the Demon Prince, his soul would have nowhere to rest.

The egret whose bones he extracted, and the wretched state it suffered at the hands of the demon prince, were burdens he could not bear in his life.

Just like her entanglement with Xie Tianyuwu, Murong Qing and the Demon Prince were also locked in a blood feud that could not be resolved by others. Only the complete death of one of them could resolve such resentment.

Letting Murong Qing take revenge himself is a way of fulfilling his wish.

Before leaving, Luo Hou said to Fu Changgui, "Aunt Li is starving to death."

At the same moment, within the underground chamber of the Doomsday Holy Chronicle, a resounding voice echoed from the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Coffin:

"My son, you've had a hard time these past few days."

Su Xianqing dared not take credit and respectfully said, "Congratulations to the Heavenly Lord on escaping the predicament. It was all due to the Heavenly Lord's divine wisdom and foresight that Su Xianqing was guided step by step."

Although Hao Tianqiong was sealed in the Heavenly Demon City, the father and son were connected by heart. From the establishment of the Holy Legend of the End Times to the unsealing of the Demon City, it was all Hao Tianqiong's plan.

"Hmph, this is a trick played by the Heavenly Demon City. When the Demon City was sealed, it pulled me from my original sealed place into the Demon City."

"Is the Heavenly Demon City the name of the Holy City?"

"Indeed. However, I have actually benefited from this. The secrets I obtained in the Demon City will be my biggest bargaining chip in this comeback."

"What should we do next?"

"My son, how is the investigation progressing?"

Su Xianqing reported the investigation results: "To break the Demon-Slaying Coffin, we need the witch Xue Lin's magic notebook. It is rumored that two powerful magicians from the Dead Kingdom are in the Bitter Realm. I have already asked Yi Niang to go and find them."

"What happened to the five people from back then?"

"Reporting to the Heavenly Lord, of the five, only Wu Huo Du Mi, who is currently at Yun Gu Lei Feng, has the most obvious traces. The other four have all disappeared without a trace, and their fates are unknown."

Hao Tianqiong broke free of his seal and reappeared, his first priority being to avenge the time he was sealed away.

Upon hearing this, he immediately retorted angrily, "Hmph, as long as I make a move, people like Yu Shenfeng, if they are still alive, will walk right into my trap. At that time, I will be able to repay them in kind."

"Is this what the Heavenly Emperor intends?"

"I'll see how many people in this world can rival the Heavenly Lord! Hahahaha! My son, prepare to sound the horn for our march into the Bitter Realm!"

"Su Xianqing listened to the Heavenly Emperor's decree."

Although it had been a long time since they last met, Hao Tianqiong was very satisfied with Su Xianqing's attitude and immediately gave the order:

"Prepare invitations for me and give them to the five most powerful people on the table today. I am going to hold a Five Summit Conference."

Which five people does the Heavenly Emperor favor?

"I have been gone for a long time. Apart from Su Huanzhen and Di Rulai, who else on the stage can be considered my enemy?"

"Luo Hou, the Lord of Tiandu, was reborn after death and personally killed the two evil spirits of the Annihilation Realm, the Buddha's Body. Recently, I heard rumors that he led the Kingdom of Death to start a war in the Four Realms of Demons and profited greatly."

“Luo Hou, I will remember this name.”

"The other person is the Demon Prince from the Four Realms. His mind is unpredictable, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. He is the best help for us to win in the chaos."

"Okay, you can handle this."

Su Xianqing returned to the Palace of Heaven, wrote the invitation, and summoned his subordinates: "Personally deliver the invitation to Luo Hou, the Lord of the Heavenly Capital."

Chapter 135 Five powerful figures meet, and Hao Tianqiong is hailed as a god.

Lan Huaiyin, a high-ranking member of the Doomsday Holy Tradition, came to Tiandu to deliver an invitation. Luo Hou left her waiting for half a day before finally letting Ling Shuixian go out to receive the invitation.

It wasn't that Luo Hou was intentionally making things difficult for the demonic horn, but rather that he simply didn't want to attend Hao Tianqiong's Five Peaks Conference.

He feared he would lose control of his killing intent and kill the villain who had once besieged King Jiwu on the spot.

But in Tiandu, talent is truly dwindling.

With Xiao Jiandun and Huang Quan gone, there's no one left to maintain appearances. Nanfeng is no longer arrogant, Mo Dao Juechen is dull, Wan Gu Chang Kong is clumsy with words, and Xiao Ri Biao is out of touch.

The rest are all women.

So when they saw Ren Yunzong in Tianyan Demon City, they set their sights on him. Ah Zhen's looks, martial arts skills, and personality were all top-notch.

But I have to take the lead in this high-level forum.

Ren Yunzong, who had only met Wu Jun once, was currently playing the flute on the snowy peak of the western mountain in the base area.

The empty mountains are desolate, the thatched pavilion is gloomy, and the snow reflects a sorrowful face.

Only the clear, melodious sound of the flute, like a sigh of time, conveys an unspeakable longing.

Suddenly, Ren Yunzong sensed a fluctuation below the mountain, and he put away his flute.

On the stone path leading up the mountain, two children were struggling to climb—no, it was Ling Ziling and a red-haired dwarf.

The dwarf gasped, "How can it be so high? I can't walk anymore."

Ling Ziling encouraged him: "We're almost there, keep going."

Finally arrived.