Chapter 1581: Nine Resentments, Nine Hatreds

Chapter 1581: Nine Resentments, Nine Hatreds

The reason they were stunned was obvious as well. It was because the Chief Libationist’s power far exceeded their expectations, of course.

Right now, the Chief Libationist was still being suppressed and restrained by the Five Dragons Grabbing Suns Profound Restriction. He could probably use only fifty to sixty percent of his true strength. However, it turned out that fifty or sixty percent power was all he needed to beat up a fellow champion of the Heavenly Champions Ranking like a dog. How could they not be stunned by his power?

Had the Chief Libationist been at full strength, could he have squashed the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang like a bug?

It was possible. If one slap wasn’t enough, two slaps would do it. And if two slaps still couldn’t do it, then three slaps must do it. There simply couldn’t be a fourth or fifth slap. That was how terrifyingly powerful he was.

If the spectators were merely stunned, then Emperor Jing Run was both stunned and afraid.

It was because he realized that he ultimately underestimated the Chief Libationist, of course.

To be honest, he did not treat the Chief Libationist lightly. On the contrary, he had done literally everything he could possibly do to prepare against him. However, it wasn’t until now that he realized he never knew just how strong the Chief Libationist really was.

On his throne, Emperor Jing Run was white-faced, trembling all over, and sweating like it was raining. It wasn’t just because of shock and fear, anger and hatred though. Maintaining the Five Dragons Grabbing Suns Profound Restriction put immense stress on him. Mobilizing an entire empire’s will and power took tremendous effort as well.

Seeing that the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang was tethering on the brink of collapse, a hint of viciousness flickered in Emperor Jing Run’s eyes. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the jade seal.

Emperor Jing Run turned as pale as death after throwing up that mouthful of blood, but the jade seal he was holding flashed much brighter than before. The next moment, the four cardinal directions and the suns the five dragons were carrying in their mouths turned red as blood. Then, the dragons let go of the suns.

The bloody suns fell, and the entire world turned pure red. Not one speck of any other color could be found.

When the bloody suns fell, the Chief Libationist fell uncontrollably from the sky as if someone just hit him in the head, or a heavy object suddenly weighed down on his shoulders.

Rumble!

The moment his feet hit the ground, the ground within three kilometers of him split into countless cracks, and the structures all disintegrated into powder.

The next instant, faster than he could react, the five bloody suns hit him one after another.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The deafening rumbles shook the entire imperial capital. Bloody light mixed with explosive, violent energy ripped through space and time. Every building in the area was ripped into pieces, blown away, then disintegrated into powder.

Only the Hall of Supreme Harmony where Emperor Jing Run was present remained untouched.

The palace maids, eunuchs, palace guards and more were equally fine. Although the violent shockwave did blow them away, and they felt terribly dizzy and confused when they hit the ground, they were all perfectly unharmed. There wasn’t a scratch on their person.

It was like a miracle.

But of course, it wasn’t a miracle. It was the Chief Libationist who protected them.

Despite being caught by surprise, despite taking a heavy blow from the enemy, the Chief Libationist never stopped protecting the innocent. He even protected every official in the imperial court.

This was the Chief Libationist. You could accuse him of soft-heartedness, but you could not help but respect this man.

Not unless you were an mongrel called Emperor Jing Run.

“What did I say?” Emperor Jing Run saw this clearly and grew more disdainful than ever before. “Ghost Ancestor, now!” Even before Emperor Jing Run finished his sentence, the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang lifted his six heads and roared. The roars of a bull, horse, dog, wolf, tiger, and dragon blended together into a bizarre, mysterious, but grandiose voice that summoned a yin vortex in the sky.

From the center of the vortex emerged a large saber.

The large saber had an evil ghost as the crossguard, bones as the handle, flesh as the spine[1], and hatred as the blade. It was evil, gnarly, and terrifying.

When the saber descended, the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang caught it with his remaining arms and swung it straight at the Chief Libationist.

“DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE...”

As the saber descended toward the Chief Libationist, nine faces appeared from the fleshy spine of the saber. There were male, female, old and young. Without exception, their faces were all filled with resentment and hatred.

Resentment toward the living, hatred toward humanity.

The boundless resentment and hatred that formed the blade split into nine saber beams. They all fell toward the Chief Libationist.

“Hahaha... today is the day I send you to the next life with my Nine Resentments Nine Hatreds Saber, Chief Libationist!”

The Nine Resentments Nine Hatreds Saber was a demonic saber the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang devoted his whole life to create. Using nine humans as the furnace and the cauldron, he made their sapience immortal and put them through nine lifetimes of death and separation, torture and suffering. When he had cultivated an undying hatred toward the living and humanity in them, he made their heads into the crossguard, their bones into the handle, their flesh and blood into the spine, their hatred into the blade, and their souls into the saber’s soul.

The day the saber was created, the firmaments were filled with hatred, the sun and moon paled in fear, and all of living shivered without knowing why.

To swing the saber was to swing nine lifetimes of hatred and resentment at the enemy. It was a saber that specifically harmed the mind and only the mind. It corrupted the heart with hatred and polluted the soul with anger. It could not be blocked, and it was difficult to avoid.

If the victim’s mind, heart, or willpower weren’t strong enough, then the attack would instantly annihilate their mind and turn them into a walking corpse. Even if their mind, heart and willpower were sufficiently strong, they would become poisoned by hatred and anger. This poison was exceedingly pervasive and almost impossible to remove. Assuming the victim failed to remove it, their mind would be polluted, and they would ultimately grow resentful of the world. They would eventually devolve into hateful monsters who slaughtered innocents and became nourishment for the Nine Resentments Nine Hatreds Saber.

Not only that, the Nine Resentments Nine Hatreds Saber unleashed not one, but nine attacks. Each one was stronger than the other as well. If the first attack represented one lifetime of hatred, then two attacks represented two lifetimes of hatred, so on and so forth. If all nine attacks were unleashed, then there was practically no one the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang could not kill.

Back when the Nine Resentments Nine Hatreds Saber was first created, the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang had purposely traveled beyond the continent to test his blade without repercussions. Literally no one was a match for it. It wasn’t like his chosen opponents were weak either. There were living Buddhas, holy spirits, heavenly kings, and other existences that were on par with him.

Today, he would slay the Chief Libationist with this saber.

The nine saber beams descended one another, hating the humans, hating the heavens and earth, hating the sun and moon. Strangely, it did not harm anything or even elicit any noise. It was a little anti-climatic, to be honest.

The sudden drain of blood in the Chief Libationist’s complexion said otherwise though. His eyes suddenly turned dim, and his right hand fell limply beside him.

“Hahaha! This is it!”

Both the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang and Emperor Jing Run were overjoyed by this outcome, but just in case, the emperor urged the ghost Sage, “Quick! Cut off his head now!”

The Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang did not hesitate. He took a step forward and shrank back to his original, child-like appearance. Then, he swung the Nine Resentments Nine Hatreds Saber at the Chief Libationist’s neck.

“Hahaha... number one in the world my ass! In the end, you still died in my hands!”

The Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang laughed crazily and loudly like he had achieved something incredible.

In fact, he did. Killing the Chief Libationist was the most incredible achievement in the world.

He dared not say that this was a feat that could never be replicated. However, it was certainly on a scale where no one in the past thousand years or so had achieved.

This was the Chief Libationist after all. He was the one they called the monopolist of the world’s accomplishments, the one the scholars reverently addressed as the one teacher under the heavens, the one the

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people respectfully addressed as the one and only under this heaven, and the one who could cheekily call himself number two and dominate both the number one and number two spot...

Now, this man was dead in his hands, or more accurately, he was about to die in his hands. How could he not be agitated and excited by this?

1. ??? I thought it was a mistake but it wasn’t. ☜