Eternal Life as False Emperor

"Stop... there!" Resentment Book Demon Monarch wanted to catch the fleeing Zui Jiu.

But just now, he had been heavily injured.

If it were only Zui Jiu turning back to ambush him, Resentment Book Demon Monarch could easily fend it off.

Just like Zui Jiu’s previous judgment, his current strength, although not far surpassing the opponent, because of various encounters, indeed exceeds Zui Jiu by one notch.

Yet, he was fooled by Zheng Yi’s words and truly believed he had fallen into Zui Jiu and their trap.

When Zheng Yi spoke about taking action, his attention was inevitably drawn to possible ambushes around him.

Coupled with Zui Jiu’s swift movements, he was caught off guard with almost no time to react.

A dimly colored silver lock shattered with a click, slowly dropping off him.

This was Resentment Book Demon Monarch’s protective magical artifact, bestowed personally by His Highness the Nether King, a supreme treasure that could save a cultivator’s life. He didn’t expect to use it here.

The duck he had in hand flew away, naturally, Resentment Book Demon Monarch was unwilling.

Just as he wanted to chase, a pain like a fiery burn surged through his meridians.

Helplessly, he had to stop and cultivate to heal his injuries: "Damn Zui Jiu, always good at such unpresentable tricks."

Zui Jiu, swiftly escaping with Zheng Yi, had a glowing face.

"Hahaha, you kid have good tricks, that guy got terribly tricked by you."

"A dignified Divinity Transformation expert, when I attacked, he didn’t react at all."

Zui Jiu had fought with Resentment Book Demon Monarch before and knew very well of that guy’s prowess.

After the excitement, he regretfully drank a mouthful of wine: "It’s a pity, if I could have pursued the victory just now, even if I couldn’t kill that guy, I could inflict heavy damage, making it impossible for him to ever refine his cultivation."

Zheng Yi smiled without answering.

Let’s not mention the other mighty beings behind Resentment Book Demon Monarch.

They had only escaped a short distance, soon the Golden Core cultivators could catch up.

Even a Divinity Transformation expert couldn’t handle so many people.

The only thing he could do was to unleash those human race Golden Core experts to fend off the Nether Spirit Race cultivators’ attacks.

Having suffered once, if he tries to use this method to escape again, he would have to pay an enormous price.

Zheng Yi also considered directly unleashing all the Golden Core experts to team up with Zui Jiu to besiege Resentment Book Demon Monarch, and eliminate him once and for all.

However, he gave up on this tempting idea.

This is a Divinity Transformation expert, despite being heavily injured by drunkenness, if he really fights desperately, the outcome is hard to predict.

Risking a complete defeat to eliminate a Divinity Transformation expert seems not a bad deal.

However, the original human side’s combat plan would be completely failed because of this.

This would instead cause them to be at a disadvantage strategically.

Zheng Yi didn’t know, because of his decision, he saved the lives of everyone including himself.

In the Nether Spirit Abyss, a furious voice resounded through the heavens and earth: "Dare to kill my emperor’s son, I’ll have you dead!"

Just that murderous voice instantly shook dozens of Qi Refining Stage junior cultivators to death.

The next moment, a burst of bloody light soared, heading straight towards Huiyue Demon Venerable’s direction of ten thousand.

The speed was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Having used a secret technique and consumed strength-enhancing elixirs, Zui Jiu was like a rabbit compared to a turtle against the opponent.

The cultivators in Nether Spirit Abyss all wore faces of consternation.

"What happened, why is Azure Moon Flame Emperor so furious?"

"Those damn dirty humans, what good deeds have they done? Dare to kill Azure Moon Flame Emperor’s son, just wait to bear the rage of Flame Emperor."

A Golden Core cultivator died, yet it could shock the entire Nether Spirit Race, this was something Zheng Yi could never have imagined.

At this moment, Zheng Yi just wanted to get away from Zui Jiu as far as possible.

"Kid, have a sip! As a man, how can you not drink?" Zui Jiu drunkenly offered his wine gourd to Zheng Yi.

Since this guy appeared, it felt like he has never sobered up, always in that drunken state as if he drank too much.

If it weren’t for his reactions during battle being no different from a normal person, Zheng Yi would suspect there’s something wrong with him.

Zheng Yi guessed, this should be a side effect brought by the cultivation technique he practiced.

"Really don’t need it senior, I’m not good at drinking!" Zheng Yi refused again.

"Tch, you kid are really insensible." His goodwill was rejected once again, Zui Jiu took another big gulp, wiping the inadvertently spilled wine from his lips with his sleeve.

Zheng Yi’s mouth twitched severely a couple of times, he doesn’t abstain from alcohol.

It’s just that the Daoist’s style was too unkempt. The Daoist robe hasn’t been washed for who knows how long, its sleeves stained with many marks, the dark blue robe seemed to have turned black.

Wiping his mouth with this thing and then drinking from that wine gourd, now handing the wine gourd to Zheng Yi, he really couldn’t bring himself to drink.

Though Zheng Yi felt, Zui Jiu must have given him wine because it had some benefits.

But after several attempts to psych himself up, he still cringed at the sight of the wine gourd.

His Pristine Human Emperor Body speeds through cultivation, not needing such perks.

Having no choice but to repeatedly decline Zui Jiu’s goodwill.