When Jun Changxiao used sword techniques to convince Yi Feixue, he was only one layer away from clearing the entire Hell.

Looking back on the process, it felt very simple to him.

“…”

The system said speechlessly: “He’s truly shameless!”

Having convinced Yi Feixue, Jun Changxiao didn’t forcibly demand his soul origin, because he knew that true sword path powerhouses could not have their dignity trampled upon.

If Qin Linran and the others found out about this, they would definitely cry themselves unconscious in the bathroom.

What do you mean?

Our dignity can be trampled by you at will?

“Everyone.”

Jun Changxiao looked at the prisoners and said: “Who among you comes from Xingyun Continent?”

Standing in the crowd with absolutely no sense of presence, three male cultivators stepped forward. They were the remaining three pitiful Martial Emperors.

A certain reader had actually guessed correctly—their Emperor titles were based on their surnames: Emperor Zhao, Emperor Qian, and Emperor Sun.

Damn!

Could you be any more professional and serious!

Fellow countrymen meeting fellow countrymen, when the three Emperors learned that Jun Changxiao came from Xingyun Continent and moreover came to rescue them, they were immediately so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

Although the nine great Martial Emperors imprisoned in Hell were pitiful and had no sense of presence, they were after all related to two epic missions, so they were still quite important to Jun Changxiao.

One could even say.

Whether he could ascend the throne as Emperor depended on these nine people.

“You three.”

Jun Changxiao said earnestly: “After I defeat the chief prisoner of the final layer, I will rescue you all.”

Because he had long discovered there were projection arrays constantly monitoring, any important conversations at any layer were conducted through voice transmission.

“Sect Master Jun.”

Emperor Qian said: “The final layer of Hell imprisons a terrifying demon. You must not be reckless!”

“A head?”

Jun Changxiao asked: “A fierce beast?”

Emperor Sun’s eyes flashed with a trace of terror as he said: “Supposedly, this is an ancient great fierce beast with at least fifty thousand years of lifespan. Back then, it took all Twelve Patrol Envoys working together to subdue it.”

“No way?” Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened.

Shang Youhen had once said that the Starfall Fortress’s Patrol Envoys all had Middle Void-Breaking Realm strength. If they all mobilized to handle it, the ninth layer of Hell’s chief prisoner was way too fierce!

“Should I go down or not?” Jun Changxiao hesitated.

With the Qiankun Symbol and the Great Saint Set, he wasn’t extremely afraid of the opponent. The problem was, if they really fought, it would definitely consume his trump cards. Was it worth it?

The system said: “The epic mission just requires rescuing the nine great Martial Emperors. It didn’t make the host absolutely clear all the levels, so hurry up and think of a way to break out and return to Xingyun Continent.”

“Ding! Side mission triggered!”

“Here we go again?”

Jun Changxiao pulled open the data panel. After seeing the mission content clearly, he cursed: “You’re just a genuine jinx!”

“…”

The system also collapsed.

If it had a physical form, it would definitely give itself several hard slaps.

The side mission was: Please host defeat the chief prisoner of the ninth layer of Hell’s final layer [Super Elite Mission].

Jun Changxiao had already cleared eight layers. Now getting a mission requiring him to defeat the final layer’s chief prisoner—what difference was there from what the system just said about clearing all levels?

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: “For the Super Elite Mission, not going isn’t an option.”

If it were still the same kind of ordinary mission rewarding 20,000 Contribution Points like before, he might consider giving up. But this time—as a true man, he couldn’t be a coward!

At that moment.

The deceased Sect Master Wang forcibly made a cameo appearance, frantically buffing him with Iron Bone BUFF.

“Step!”

Jun Changxiao strode forward boldly.

“Sect Master Jun…”

The three Martial Emperors saw him walking toward the teleportation array leading to the ninth layer of Hell, their facial expressions gradually freezing.

Yi Feixue sitting cross-legged on the boulder raised his head, surprised: “Your Excellency is going to the lowest level?”

“That’s right.”

Jun Changxiao said.

Yi Feixue cupped his fists, saying admiringly: “A true man!”

He knew a terrifying demon was imprisoned below and had considered many times whether to challenge it, but ultimately dismissed the thought because he really didn’t have much confidence.

“Step!”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jun Changxiao entered the array, then with a ‘swoosh’ disappeared!

“He went down!”

“He really went down!”

“The chief prisoner imprisoned at the lowest level is a cruel ancient great fierce beast!”

“That guy is done for.”

The prisoners in the ninth layer of Hell hadn’t seen the final chief prisoner, but had all heard that the opponent was extremely formidable, with rumors even saying one foot had stepped into Upper Void-Breaking Realm!

“Sect Master Jun.”

The three Martial Emperors—Zhao, Qian, and Sun (without Li)—prayed in their hearts: “We hope you can survive!”

…

Patrol Chamber.

When Jun Changxiao entered the teleportation array, the Zi Envoy who had been watching the light screen furrowed his brows: “This guy truly has courage, actually daring to challenge the demon that it took all of us working together to barely subdue.”

“He’s probably going to his death,” the Chou Envoy said.

The Zi Envoy considered briefly, then transmitted via special method: “Number Three, intercept him and test his depth.”

Yi Feixue lost to Jun Changxiao—he didn’t think it was because Gou Sheng’s strength was great, but mainly because his sword path comprehension was high, which convinced the other party.

Therefore.

In a real battle.

That guy wouldn’t reveal more strength and would find it extremely difficult to defeat the Yin Envoy.

“Received.”

…

“Swoosh!”

The scenery before his eyes became chaotic. Jun Changxiao found himself in an environment of flowing light and colors, quite surprised: “This is the final layer? How come it doesn’t feel like a prison, but more like some kind of illusory realm?”

“That’s right.”

“This is an illusory realm.”

From within the distorted flowing light barrier, the powerfully built Yin Envoy strode out, his cape billowing behind him without wind, his entire body radiating an aura like a Navy Admiral.

“Who are you?”

Although Jun Changxiao asked verbally, he had actually already guessed the identity from the attire.

“One of Starfall Fortress’s Twelve Patrol Envoys.” The Yin Envoy stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head back slightly, and said proudly: “Yin Tiger.”

“Yin Tiger?”

Jun Changxiao grinned: “Don’t tell me the other eleven Patrol Envoys are called Zi Rat, Chou Ox, and Mao Rabbit?”

“Correct,” the Yin Envoy said.

Jun Changxiao joked: “You shouldn’t be called Patrol Envoys. You should be called Zodiac Envoys.”

The Yin Envoy had intercepted him during transmission and brought him into the illusory realm, but it wasn’t to chat, so he said indifferently: “Fighting from the first layer to the eighth, you’re quite capable.”

“Luck, luck,” Jun Changxiao said.

The Yin Envoy asked: “Was eliminating the Dark Demon King also luck?”

Jun Changxiao’s expression changed slightly.

How did he know about this matter?

“Kid.”

The Yin Envoy grinned and said: “Tear off that human skin mask on your face, because we already know your identity.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao felt a little awkward.

“Swish!”

The Yin Envoy shrugged his shoulder, shaking off his cape, revealing muscular arms—clearly a strength-type fighter at first glance.

“Come!”

He said proudly: “Fight this Envoy once!”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “I still need to challenge the chief prisoner of the final layer of Hell.”

“If you can’t even beat this Envoy, going to the ninth layer of Hell will just be getting beaten. Come come come, if you beat this Envoy, I’ll give you a million ninth-grade spirit stones!” the Yin Envoy said.

Jun Changxiao really didn’t want to fight him. After all, he needed to conserve strength to complete the side mission. But… he was actually using spirit stones to tempt him.

Damn!

Is this humiliating me!

Damn!

Does he think Jun here is greedy for money!

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao reached out and tore off the disguise mask on his face, revealing his super handsome true appearance, and roared: “Bring it on!”

“Boom—”

Suddenly, a thunderous sound and trembling spread through the space, with violent spiritual energy surging forth like ocean waves.

When everything gradually weakened, Yin Tiger stood at the position where Jun Changxiao had been standing, his right fist in a striking posture and wrapped in layers of energy momentum.

The camera cut to the distance, showing only Gou Sheng who had cleared eight levels, embedded in the spatial barrier in a sexy ‘卍’ position, his entire face pressed tightly against it, looking like it was wrapped in plastic film.

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