Chapter 1695: Supreme Scolding Match

On Xiu Luo Hai, the atmosphere was awkward, and the three supreme beings present all felt embarrassed.

Di Huang and Ming Di were embarrassed because they hadn't caught that guy, not because they were slow—it was just that he was incredibly slippery.

The great emperor of Tian Mo Yu was embarrassed because this escape made him lose all imperial dignity, turning him into something like a rat scurrying through the streets.

"It must be An Hei Mo Di." Di Huang chuckled and shook his head.

"I can tell, an old acquaintance of yours." Ming Di smiled leisurely.

"Back in the old days, when we fought the Five Emperors, An Hei Mo Di was one of them. His movement techniques are heaven-defying and transformative, unmatched by few."

"No wonder he's so slippery—I've never seen anyone run that fast."

"This is quite a surprise for me. In this world, there are actually two supreme beings. Wait, no—one of them is a Da Cheng Sheng Ti." From within the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, a cold voice echoed. He was lucky he had escaped quickly earlier, or he would have likely suffered severe injuries.

"You're quite a surprise to me too. Those legs of yours must be a family heirloom!"

"Two against one— what's the skill in that? If you've got the guts, come in and fight me alone." An Hei Mo Di snorted coldly. He only knew there were two supreme beings outside but didn't know who they were. Only a fool would go out in this situation.

"If I remember correctly, ages ago in Zhu Tian Wan Yu, your Tian Mo Five Emperors ganged up on a Da Cheng Sheng Ti. Is that right?" Ming Di sneered. "You've got some thick skin."

"Who exactly are you?" An Hei Mo Di asked coldly.

"Come out and see for yourself." Ming Di laughed.

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"The emperors of Tian Mo Yu are all brainless."

"Keep talking big—if you've got the guts, come in."

"If you've got the guts, come out."

"You shrinking turtle."

"Idiot."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two supreme beings actually started hurling insults at each other.

One was hiding inside the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, the other standing outside it.

Ming Di refused to enter, and An Hei Mo Di refused to come out—they just kept yelling at each other.

The people of the underworld couldn't help but twitch their mouths in disbelief. They never knew their great emperor had this side to him—cursing without even pausing for breath.

And he was cursing a true emperor, no less.

Di Huang rubbed his brow, having spent endless years with Ming Di. For the first time, he found him rather endearing.

"Your master must have been quite the lively one in his youth." Zhao Yun remarked meaningfully. "What an eye-opener."

Ming Jue coughed dryly. On the heavens and earth as my witness, this was my first time seeing it too.

The Shi Dian Yan Luo exchanged glances, their expressions strangely odd.

In their memories, Ming Di was the epitome of supreme dignity, but his behavior today was completely unexpected.

The people of the underworld opened their mouths in shock, their worldview utterly shattered.

A dignified emperor acting like a shrew—what a novelty.

Ye Chen was amused; it was the first time he'd laughed in these days. People who lived long enough became refined, just like Ming Di.

"If you've got the guts, come in."

"If you've got the guts, come out."

"I'm not going out."

"I'm not going in."

"Idiot."

"Scum."

While everyone was grimacing, the two supreme beings continued their verbal barrage.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say both had activated their shameless modes.

But to be fair, a supreme being insulting another supreme being had its own unique flavor.

As Ming Di cursed, he signaled Di Huang with his eyes.

Di Huang understood and channeled imperial laws in his palm, surrounded by thunder and various principles. Once unleashed, it could obliterate the underworld.

Ming Di did the same, manifesting a vast realm in his palm, entwined with imperial laws and thunderous killing techniques of the highest order.

Their goal was clear: they couldn't let this emperor escape after finally cornering him—they'd go in and take him down by force.

"If you've got the guts, come in." An Hei Mo Di was still cursing.

"In we go then." Ming Di and Di Huang moved simultaneously, like beams of immortal light and divine radiance, shooting into the Qing Tian Mo Zhu.

"You? Di Huang? Impossible!" Immediately, a shocked voice echoed from within the Qing Tian Mo Zhu—it was An Hei Mo Di's shock.

Inside the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, due to the restrictions of its laws, he hadn't been able to sense Di Huang earlier. Now that Di Huang had entered, how could he not recognize him?

Ages ago, the Tian Mo Five Emperors had been traumatized by him.

After endless years, that trauma lingered like a demon in his heart, a shackle on their path as emperors, the hardest to dispel.

"Nothing's impossible." Soon after, Di Huang's icy voice followed, along with a surge of cold killing intent from the Qing Tian Mo Zhu.

What came next was a series of booms as the Qing Tian Mo Zhu trembled.

Inside, the booms continued nonstop—one could tell the three were locked in battle.

The people of the underworld wore worried expressions, fearing that their emperor and Ming Di might face trouble, given how strange the Qing Tian Mo Zhu was.

How strange was it? It was essentially a channel between realms, connecting the underworld and Tian Mo Yu—a massive passage.

It could also be seen as a vast realm, spacious enough for emperors to fight freely.

But Ming Di and Di Huang felt it most clearly: there was a suppressive force inside, preventing them from reaching their peak strength.

Imagine, if even emperors and a Da Cheng Sheng Ti could be suppressed, one could only fathom the terror of the Qing Tian Mo Zhu.

Fortunately, there were two of them. Even without full power, their combined might still forced An Hei Mo Di to bleed profusely.

Ye Chen stared intently at the Qing Tian Mo Zhu—that passage led to Tian Mo Yu.

In a few fleeting moments, he could barely contain the urge to rush in, wanting to go to Tian Mo Yu and search for the heroic souls who had died in the battles of Da Chu.

But reason held him back—this idea was too reckless.

Even beings like Ming Di and Di Huang wouldn't dare enter carelessly, let alone him. The only issue was his own lack of strength.

Suddenly, a wave of sorrow washed over him. Those heroic souls reincarnated as heavenly demons might never return home.

In the future, they might meet on the battlefield, but that scene would be even more cruel—forcing them to wield weapons against each other.

As he pondered, a furious shout came from the Qing Tian Mo Zhu—it was Ming Di's voice, his temper flaring.

"Run? Try running now?"

With that, a massive hole burst open on the Qing Tian Mo Zhu.

In the next instant, a blood-soaked figure flew out horizontally.

It was An Hei Mo Di, gravely wounded—half his imperial body was shattered, his imperial bones stained with blood, a ghastly sight.

At his brow was a bloody hole, more precisely a finger-sized wound, still oozing fresh blood.

Di Huang and Ming Di emerged as well, both bearing injuries.

Compared to An Hei Mo Di, though, theirs were minor—at least, neither had damage to their core.

"Run! Why aren't you running?" Ming Di smiled leisurely.

To capture this emperor, he and Di Huang had expended considerable effort—he was too fast to catch, and it had taken a lot to finally corner him.

"If you've got the guts, fight me alone." An Hei Mo Di's face was twisted in ferocious rage.

Ming Di and Di Huang ignored him and once again unleashed their imperial might, creating a spatial black hole and dragging An Hei Mo Di inside.

The imperial battle reignited, with tremendous commotion, a scene of world-shattering destruction. Every thread of imperial law could suppress eternity.

In a two-against-one lineup, the battle's outcome was predictable.

Or rather, from the moment they entered the black hole, An Hei Mo Di never had the upper hand, constantly suppressed by Di Huang and Ming Di.

After just a hundred exchanges, An Hei Mo Di was defeated.

He plummeted from the sky, his imperial body exploding, blood splattering across the heavens. His imperial primordial spirit was heavily damaged, beyond saving.

This scene was truly ironic for an emperor like him.

Looking back to ages ago, the Tian Mo Five Emperors had ganged up on Di Huang alone.

Now, after endless years, he was the one being ganged up on—a battle echoing through time, and he couldn't escape the grand karma of the heavens.

In his final moments, he must have regretted deeply.

He shouldn't have provoked Di Huang and Ming Di; he should have turned back.

Now, it was too late—he had gone in, and they had dragged him out. He wanted a one-on-one fight, but they gave him no chance.

His death perfectly illustrated an age-old truth: if you don't court death, you won't die. It served as a warning to those who followed.

"Another emperor has fallen." On Xiu Luo Hai, all was silent.

In just three days, the two supreme beings of the underworld had slain two emperors—this would become an immortal legend.

Ming Di and Di Huang descended, their imperial killing aura thick. With one palm and one fist, they obliterated the Qing Tian Mo Zhu.

By entering earlier to capture An Hei Mo Di and sparking a great battle inside, they had destroyed the passage. Even if other Tian Mo emperors remained, they couldn't cross over now.