Chapter 0373: Return to the Luning Mansion

Simpe and Belin looked utterly desperate.
“You, go up there and kill that man first,” the blond young man said with a smirk, addressing one of his subordinates.
“Yes, Lord Victor,” the subordinate replied respectfully, then turned and rushed at Simpe with a cold smile.
At that moment, Huang Long and Bradd were riding on top-grade flying immortal artifacts, approaching the edge of the Ancient Forest.
“Huh?!” Suddenly, Huang Long, who was gazing at the sky from within the flying artifact, let out an exclamation of surprise.
“Young master, what’s the matter?” Bradd came out of the main hall, hearing Huang Long’s surprise, and asked. Then he followed Huang Long’s gaze and saw that a dozen or so higher gods were surrounding two lower gods. From this, Bradd immediately understood what was happening—such things were common in the Ancient Forest.
“Act!” Just as Bradd was puzzled, Huang Long spoke up. Hearing his decisive tone, Bradd hesitated none longer. He waved his right hand, and a gray energy beam shot through the air.
Simpe and Belin, seeing their opponent’s subordinates approaching and ready to fight to the death, suddenly heard a scream. Then they saw the higher god approaching them fall from the sky. The situation changed abruptly, and the blond young man Victor and his subordinates were all shocked.
As everyone was still in shock, two figures appeared in a flash.
“You killed my men!” The blond young man Victor, realizing who they were, grew cold-faced.
However, neither of the two looked directly at him, nor did anyone respond.
Huang Long turned to look at Simpe and Belin, while Bradd stared at Huang Long in confusion.
“Young master, do you know these two? But it seems they don’t recognize you either,” Bradd thought to himself.
Huang Long recognized Simpe and Belin as a couple. Since he had changed his appearance, Simpe and Belin didn’t recognize him. Their eyes were filled with confusion, shock, and then joy. They stepped forward and said gratefully, “Thank you, lords, for saving us!”
Huang Long shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
At that moment, he couldn’t reveal his true appearance to talk with them. He then remembered what Nicole, the little phoenix, had said when he came to the Netherworld.
Over eight hundred years had passed, and the Netherworld had changed greatly. Huang Long thought he would never have the chance to meet Simpe and Belin again. Unexpectedly, he ran into them on his way back from this trial.

“My words, you two—didn’t you hear me?!” The blond young man, Victor, was filled with murderous intent upon seeing that Huang Long and Brade ignored him. However, due to Brade’s earlier act of killing one of his subordinates, he hesitated to act. He couldn’t gauge the strength of these two, knowing they must have used some secret technique to conceal their aura. “No one asked you to speak,” Brade said coldly as he turned around. “Lord Victor!” One of the higher-ranking gods approached the blond young man. “Should we—?” But upon seeing Victor’s grim expression, he stopped speaking. Retreat? He understood what his subordinate meant, but looking at Simp and Belin as his targets, he couldn’t swallow his pride. “Attack!” Like Huang Long, Victor ordered. He was confident in the strength of his dozen or so subordinates—such a group of attackers would force even an ordinary Level 8 King of the Underworld to back down. “Yes, Lord Victor!” The higher-ranking gods promptly obeyed and attacked Huang Long and Brade. “I refuse to believe I’m so unlucky as to encounter such unparalleled warriors!” Victor sneered as his subordinates rushed forward to attack. But as soon as his sneer rang out, he suddenly froze in shock. Huang Long remained motionless; it was Brade who acted. Brade glanced at the dozen or so higher-ranking gods surrounding him, smiled coldly, then moved his hands, creating illusions. From within those illusions, a gray wave of destruction surged forth, overwhelming everything in its path. The higher-ranking gods, upon encountering that gray wave, reacted as if faced with something terrifying, screaming in terror as they fell from the sky. Simp and Belin, who had initially watched in panic as those gods surrounded them, were now stunned by what they saw. The blond young man’s face turned deathly pale as he pointed at Brade in horror, “You… you just used a Soul Leech?!” The Soul Leech—a creature feared by all the powerful beings in the Underworld. Back when Huang Long trapped the Wind-Flame Dragon and tried to implant a Soul Leech in its mind, the dragon refused outright. Although Simp and Belin had only been in the Underworld for over eight hundred years, they had heard of the Soul Leech. Hearing the blond young man’s cry, they also stared at Brade in disbelief.

Soul Leeches—even in the Netherworld, even among peerless powerhouses, they are extremely rare. So could this person be one?! Simp and Belin could not believe it.

They had been in the Netherworld for over eight hundred years. As lower-ranking gods at the bottom of the hierarchy, they were constantly looked down upon and held in low esteem. To them, higher-ranking gods were already beyond reach, let alone peerless powerhouses?! They had never imagined they would encounter one one day, let alone be saved by such a being. Shocked and incredulous, they felt admiration and excitement—just as they had felt when worshipped by those lower-level mages and warriors in the Hengyuan Realm.

Bradd ignored the blond youth’s terror and the screams of those dozen higher-ranking gods. Instead, he turned to the Yellow Dragon and asked, “Young master, what should we do with this kid?”

He was referring to the blond youth, Victor.

“What do you think?” The Yellow Dragon glanced indifferently at Victor and his subordinates.

“Yes, young master. I understand,” Bradd said, understanding the Yellow Dragon’s intent. Then he turned around, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The blond youth, Victor, looked deathly pale and cried out in fear, “No, no! Sir, I’m from the Terence family!” Fearing Bradd wouldn’t believe him, he unleashed his divine power, causing his outer clothes to burst open and revealing the attire of a Terence family member.

The Terence family, like the Runing family, was one of the six major families in the Netherworld!

Bradd was surprised. “The Terence family?”

Seeing Bradd stop, Victor’s expression relaxed slightly, but he also felt regret. Damn it, why was he so unlucky? He actually encountered a peerless powerhouse, one who could even use Soul Leeches!

Simp and Belin were even more astonished upon hearing that the blond youth was from the Terence family. They stared at him in shock.

But to Victor’s and everyone else’s surprise, after hearing that he was from the Terence family, Bradd’s aura surged violently. Terrifying murderous intent spread like a tangible force. The screams of those dozen higher-ranking gods ceased as their bodies exploded into pools of flesh that fell from the sky.

Bradd’s eyes turned red as he stared at the blond youth with a ferocious grin. “The Terence family! The Terence family!” His murderous intent and aura continued to grow.

The Yellow Dragon frowned. Was Bradd’s extreme agitation related to that woman he mentioned?

“Over 20 billion years—20 billion years! I remember every day when I can repay the ‘great kindness’ your Terrence family showed me back then,” Bradd laughed heartily.
The blond young man, Victor, whose face had once been relaxed, instantly turned pale and deathly gray. The other party was an enemy of the Terrence family?! Without hesitation, Victor transformed into a curtain of water to escape. But just as he did, a terrifying invisible hand seemed to grab him tightly and throw him back.
Victor crashed to the ground, covered in dust. Getting up, he cried out, “Elder, please spare me! I’m just a minor member of the Terrence family, sent here by the higher-ups to plunder. I didn’t mean to offend you. Please, let me go!”
Bradd remained icy cold. Pointing his hands, he used the same “possessed soul” technique on Victor as he had on the son of KunKunNier -> Kun Nier. Instantly, Victor writhed on the ground in agony, his face soon unrecognizable.
Belin felt pity and tugged at her husband Simp’s clothes.
The Yellow Dragon remained indifferent and did not interfere with Bradd’s revenge.
After torturing him enough, Bradd finally ended the life of the blond young man, Victor. Once matters there were settled, the Yellow Dragon and Bradd left with Simp and Belin.
Of course, Simp and Belin rode on the Yellow Dragon’s top-tier flying immortal vessel. Like Bradd and the others, they were stunned for a long time.
However, it was inconvenient for the Yellow Dragon to return to the Lu Ning headquarters with Simp and Belin, so he escorted them to a major city in Fuyang. Like the Sea God Apton, he spent some divine stones to buy a villa in this city and left some more for them.
Before leaving, the Yellow Dragon thought for a moment and passed on the news about the Sea God Apton. If they wished, they could use the main god army’s flying artifacts to go to Taihua City to find him.
Of course, after the Yellow Dragon left, Simp and Belin speculated endlessly about this stranger who had saved them by chance, generously spent divine stones to buy a villa for them in Fuyang City, and informed them of the Sea God Apton’s whereabouts. But no matter how they guessed, they never thought it could be the Yellow Dragon.
After settling Simp and Belin, the Yellow Dragon took Bradd on his top-tier flying immortal vessel and rushed toward the Lu Ning headquarters.
By the time the Yellow Dragon entered the Lu Ning headquarters’ territory, only one year remained before the deadline for the trial mission.
The Lu Ning headquarters was a vast estate in the southern part of the city.

Bishop stared in the direction of the Sihai Mansion and muttered coldly, “A hundred years— it’s almost here. In this Yellow Sea, even if I can’t complete the mission, do I still have to hold on until then before returning?!”