Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1651: Jian Bu’er

The Curse King had a mysterious background—he seemed to be a denizen of the darkness. To Lu Yun, he was everywhere and anywhere. He didn’t seem predisposed to leaving Lu Yun alone. No matter where Lu Yun was, there was also the Curse King.

And here he was again, this time stronger than the replica that Yueyi had killed. The presence of a great dao wrapped around him; it was the same as the one around the girl in an outfit of feathers. Plainly, they were from the same place.

Compared to the Curse King, the girl seemed more real to Lu Yun. For reasons unknown, the Curse King imparted an intangible feeling, as if he shouldn’t exist.

The powerhouses of Myriadsea World hadn’t joined forces to eliminate demonic dao, nor had they moved against Boxun. No one could kill him by themselves either. However, the Curse King and feathered girl had easily trapped him within Black Demon Mountain. They even possessed the strength to kill him.

But if he didn’t try to flee, they would only keep him trapped on the mountain and not kill him.

Lu Yun didn’t know if the Curse King had discovered him, but the latter’s presence gave him a great deal of pressure.

……

“Leave my life behind?” Boxun ground his teeth. At the same time, he knew that the enemy had no intention of touching him after delivering that threat. He’d wanted to run away from a possible encirclement. But since they wouldn’t kill him, there was nothing for him to be afraid of.

However, the Curse King’s next words drastically shifted his expression.

“Now, hand over the Demonic Vine,” the Curse King chuckled. “The foundations of demonic dao should not be wasted on this lowly variant. Black demonic dao? How dare you call it demonic dao!”

“What?!” Boxun flew into a brief rage before forcing his emotions under control. “Curse King, is it? We detected you the moment you entered Myriadsea World. Who would’ve thought that you’d come make trouble for me when I left you alone?”

A strange smile appeared on Boxun’s face and the Curse King arched his slim eyebrows. He waited to see what the demonic king would do next.

Boxun manifested his true form of four heads and eight arms, collecting the origin power of earth, air, fire, and water. The Demonic Vine slowly twined around him.

Boom!

The four elements exploded into four different demonic daos—black demonic dao, blood demonic dao, slaughter demonic dao, and berserk demonic dao. He also split into four Boxuns, all of them flinging out a hand to converge the four daos in the air and blasting through the boundary confining the mountain.

“Can you stop me if I want to leave?” The four copies roared with laughter and sped off in four different directions, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Boxun was already heavily injured by the Thousand Obliteration Formation of the Six Royals and didn’t dare be drawn into battle. He’d manifested the four great demonic daos just to give himself a chance to escape.

Everyone knew of the Curse King’s terrible might; he was absolutely among the top five in Myriadsea World. When aided by the mysterious girl, there was no chance of Boxun’s survival.

“Looks like he still doesn’t understand,” the Curse King sighed. “He knows my title is the Curse King. Does he not realize that the curse part means, well, curses?”

He spread his arms apart with a solemn expression and chanted as he hovered in the air. Profound notes streamed from his lips and formed minute ripples that gradually seeped into the void. His voice built in volume until it rang through the land.

Black ripples undulated in all directions like the waves, smashing the void and shattering the great dao.

Bam!

A hundred million kilometers in the distance, Boxun’s four bodies manifested at the same time and exploded. Infinitely close to death, the four recombined as one and crashed into the ground at a particular spot.

“A curse…? When did you plant a curse in me?!” he roared with horror. The Demonic Vine had materialized around his body and kept him protected. It was why he wasn’t already dead.

“I am the Curse King and wield curse dao. Do I need an actual curse if I wish to curse you?” The Curse King appeared in front of Boxun with a single step and lovingly patted the demon king’s face.

“You can’t have the Demonic Vine!” Boxun grit his teeth as a black light shimmered before his dantian—a warning sign of a self-detonation.

Puff!

The Curse King slapped Bosun’s dantian and broke apart the light, also smashing the demon king’s body apart as well. Demonic King Boxun, an inhabitant of Myriadsea World for countless eons and the domineering wielder of demonic dao was… dead.

At the moment of his death, a black demonic light erupted from the Demonic Vine as it transformed into a demonic dragon to flee.

“Little fellow, I know that a bit of spirit and intelligence has developed in you. In that case, you should know that it’s impossible for you to escape my control.” The Curse King chuckled gently and reached for the demonic dragon.

“And who are you to say if the Demonic Vine can leave or not?” came a cold sneer. White light streaked in from the horizon. It’d been impossibly far away, but arrived before the Curse King could form a second thought.

It was a ray of sword light as momentous as a world, and it severed the Curse King’s arm as soon as it arrived.

The Curse King’s slender brows knit together and he looked to the horizon.

“Jian Bu’er, do you want to die?!” When he drew himself upright, his severed arm had already regrown.

The Demonic Vine was gone without a trace.

“You bet, I’d had enough of living a long time ago. Why don’t you come and kill me?” answered a lackadaisical voice. An extremely disheveled young man appeared with loose, matted hair and a scraggly mustache. His long gray robes were unkempt and stained; he yawned widely and regarded the Curse King with a very impertinent look.

“Come on then, let’s go! Come kill me!” He dragged a rusty longsword behind him and wiped his nose with a section of sleeve that seemed like it’d been white at some time. “Come on come on come on! I can’t wait!”

He suddenly stabbed forward with his rusty sword and came for the Curse King’s head.

The Curse King huffed out a note, but before it was complete, he felt something sticky and cold fall into his mouth.

“Eurp!” He immediately understood what it was and bent down to retch.

“Hahaha, I admit that I can’t beat you, but I can disgust the soul out of you! Hahahahaha!!” Jian Bu’er’s hearty peals of laughter echoed around the land for a long time.