Chapter 0284: Sidde’s Regret

Upon hearing that Lord Regino had appeared at the Registration Hall of theHades King Palace, the god-tier powerhouses from other areas of the palace were astonished and rushed to the Registration Hall. Thus, more and more god-tier powerhouses gathered there.

When the newly arrived powerhouses entered the grand hall, they sensed its eerie atmosphere and found it strange. After scanning the first row on the jade wall in mid-air, they were stunned. When had those records, unchanged for trillions of years, changed? Could it be?!

All those present followed the gazes of the others in the hall and looked at Huang Long and the others, eventually fixing their eyes on Huang Long.

“Lord Regino, how did the results of my subordinates’ first-levelHades King trials go?” After a long while, Huang Long frowned and asked.

Regino finally came back to his senses and cleared his throat. “Brother Huang Long,” he said, pausing briefly with a complex expression before slowly adding, “They all passed!” It seemed extremely difficult for him to say those words.

All twenty-four members of the Divine Realm had passed the first-levelHades King trials! And just like Huang Long, it took them eleven months!

Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone in the hall, Regino handed over theHades King robes and rewards to Bog and the others. Yet, he still couldn’t accept this fact in his mind.

As Regino marked Bog and the others on the jade wall, ranking them below Huang Long, with Marshall pushed to twenty-sixth place, all the god-tier powerhouses in the hall were speechless at this sight.

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Above the second floor of theHades King Palace were areas serving the higher-levelHades King powerhouses. Those at level one could enter the second floor, level two could enter the third, and so on. The tenth floor served the ninth-level, peerlessHades King powerhouses. At that moment, Sidde from the Lans tribe and Moira from the Sam tribe were strolling on the fifth floor. Both were fourth-levelHades King powerhouses.

“Young Master Sidde,” Webb rushed over to Sidde anxiously.

Seeing Webb’s expression, Sidde asked curiously, “What’s the matter?”

“The record of Lord Marshall in the first-levelHades King trials has just been broken!” Webb blurted out.

“What?!” Sidde and Moira exclaimed in unison.

To all theHades King powerhouses, Marshall was a peak that could never be surpassed!

“Which family does this person belong to?! Is he still in the Registration Hall?!” Sidde’s expression changed drastically as he spoke urgently.

If they could establish a good relationship with such a person, it would be highly beneficial for the development of their Lans tribe in the future.

“We’re not sure exactly, but he’s still in the Registration Hall, and Lord Regino is there too!” Webb replied.

“Lord Regino is here too!” Sid was stunned for a moment before calming down—this was a major event in the Underworld, so it wasn’t strange that Lord Regino would be involved.
“Let’s go! We’ll register at the Hall now and see if we can make friends with this person,” Sid urged urgently.
Moyra from the Sam Tribe nodded in agreement, sharing the same intention as Sid.
A short while later, Sid and his group arrived at the registration hall. As soon as they entered, they were stunned by the dark crowd inside.
Then, a path emerged from among the crowd.
“Lord Regino!” Sid immediately recognized the gray-robed old man walking out as Lord Regino himself.
But when he saw the person beside Regino, he was shocked. Moyra from the Sam Tribe was even more astonished, her eyes wide open.
It was that dark-haired young man who claimed he would erase the Lance Tribe from the Underworld within ten thousand years!
Although two years had passed, Moyra still remembered vividly that young man who had killed three mid-tier gods in front of Sid and then escaped unscathed. Could it really be him?!
As she watched Lord Regino walk side by side with the Yellow Dragon, an idea flashed through Moyra’s mind.
Then she noticed that everyone in the hall was looking at the Yellow Dragon with awe, excitement, and fervor. This confirmed her suspicion.
Moyra took a deep breath.
The Yellow Dragon, along with Bog and others, came out of the hall with Regino. As they passed through the main entrance, they glanced at Sid from the Lance Tribe and Moyra from the Sam Tribe before leaving.
Once the Yellow Dragon and his group disappeared completely, and all the god-tier powerhouses followed them out, leaving the hall empty, Sid finally snapped out of his daze.
“Who was that young man beside Lord Regino just now?” Sid asked Rebecca, the purple-haired woman standing there in a daze, trying to suppress his thoughts.
“Answer your master properly! That was Lord Yellow Dragon, who completed the first-level trial of the Underworld King in less than two years!” Rebecca replied quickly, not daring to neglect Sid because of his fourth-level Underworld King robes. Her eyes were fixed on the direction in which the Yellow Dragon had gone, filled with uncontrollable fervor and awe.
Rebecca’s answer dispelled Sid’s last glimmer of hope.
However, upon hearing her reply, Moyra’s expression changed drastically.
Less than two years!
She quickly scanned the jade wall in the air, but when she saw the records at the top, her mouth dropped open—Lord Marshall wasn’t even in second place!
Where was Lord Marshall?!
She scrolled down until she found Marshall’s name at number twenty-six!
Twenty-sixth!

Twenty-five people have actually broken Lord Marshall’s record! Eleven months per year! Eleven months per year! All of them—eleven months per year! At this moment, Sidde and his subordinate Webbs also stared in shock at the records on the jade wall. “What is this?!” Sidde muttered in astonishment. “My lord, those ranked below Lord Yellow Dragon are all his subordinates. They participated in the First-Level Trial of the King of the Underworld together with him!” said Rebecca, the purple-haired woman, with reverence. “Are they all his subordinates?!” Sidde, Moira, and Webbs were stunned. “And what’s even more incredible is that they are all in the Divine Realm, yet they haven’t yet condensed their divine essence or transformed their bodies in the Divine Transformation Pool,” Rebecca continued. “All of them in the Divine Realm!” Sidde, Moira, and Webbs gasped in shock. A while later, when Sidde stepped out of the palace gates, his expression was grim. He remembered what Yellow Dragon had said over a year ago—that he would make the Blues Tribe disappear from the Underworld within ten thousand years. Back then, he was only filled with anger, wishing he could tear Yellow Dragon in half, and hadn’t taken his words seriously. But now?! Although Yellow Dragon was just a mid-tier god, what about the future? Could a mid-tier god who could break a record that no one had broken for trillions of years be an ordinary person? Sidde’s heart was filled with turmoil—regret, fear, and growing unease. “Webbs, go and keep an eye on every move Yellow Dragon makes,” Sidde said, taking a deep breath and speaking coldly. Yet he also knew that eliminating Yellow Dragon now was almost impossible. With Yellow Dragon’s current status, even the six major families of the Underworld would strive to recruit him, and he would receive the highest treatment wherever he joined. This was no longer something the Blues Tribe could handle alone. “Yes, Young Master Sidde,” Webbs replied respectfully after a moment of hesitation, opening his mouth but ultimately saying nothing. “Sidde, how about you go and take the blame for them?!” Moira from the Sam Tribe suggested hesitantly. The best approach now was to build a good relationship with Yellow Dragon. “Take the blame?!” Sidde’s expression shifted rapidly, and he finally said, “Even if I go and take the blame, will they withdraw their words?!” It was already too late! Moira from the Sam Tribe fell silent. After leaving the King of the Underworld’s Palace, Regino invited Yellow Dragon and the others to his cultivation residence. Seeing this, Yellow Dragon didn’t delay. After all, there was still a month before the main god army escorted him to the Holy Literature Mansion, and he needed to stay in the city as well.

Huang Long agreed to go to his mansion, which delighted Regino, who promptly arranged a grand feast to welcome him. As the lord of the Silver Emperor City in the Palace of the Underworld King and a seventh-level powerful being of the Underworld King, Regino’s mansion was vast, covering hundreds of square miles, located in the most prosperous area of the Silver Emperor City, right next to the city lord’s residence. While Huang Long stayed at Regino’s mansion, deep within a cave on an isolated island in the vast Underworld Sea, a sitting figure emerged faintly, with bursts of green light emanating from it. The ground around it became lush, with tender grass sprouting wherever the green light passed. When the light retracted into the figure’s body, the ground reverted to its bare state. “Huh?!” At that moment, the figure opened its eyes, and a King of the Underworld card appeared in its hand. “Someone has broken my record?!” It exclaimed in shock upon seeing the card. This person was one of the eight supreme gods who had reached perfection in the Underworld—Marshall, an unparalleled warrior who practiced the laws of wood! During the Underworld King Trials, if the rankings of the top 100 strongmen changed, the King of the Underworld card would vibrate, showing the new rankings. However, the rankings of the top 100 rarely changed over many years, let alone Marshall, who was always first. So, when the card vibrated, it woke Marshall up, who was shocked to find himself actually in second place. “After so many trillions of years, someone has finally broken my record!” After his shock, Marshall showed a sense of relief. It was a joyous thing to be surpassed by a newcomer. Yet, he was truly curious about who had broken his record. Just as he was wondering, the King of the Underworld card vibrated again. “What?! I’m now in third place!” Could it be that two people had overtaken him in a row?! But the card vibrated once more. “Fourth!” The vibrations seemed to never stop. “Fifth!” “Sixth!” … “Twenty-sixth!” As he grew increasingly panicked, the vibrations finally ceased. Twenty-sixth place—within a single day, he, who had held the first place in the Underworld King Trials for countless trillions of years, had dropped to twenty-sixth! “What on earth is going on?!” Marshall even wondered if it might be a prank by the Palace of the Underworld King! “I haven’t gone out in over aeon, right?! I might as well go take a look,” Marshall muttered to himself. Then, he disappeared from his spot and soon appeared floating above the island’s surface. The characteristic of the wood law: “Transition!”