Chapter 194: Kill Them All

Inside the prison dungeon of Gathering Site No. 73.

Li Hao slumped in the filthy, chaotic cell. His disheveled hair covered his face, his body was covered in wounds, and barbed chains pierced through his shoulder blades, binding him firmly in place.

The blood from his injuries had long dried up. Though he was a powerful Eighth-Rank Transcendent, in his severely wounded state, he could barely cling to life, let alone wield his strength.

He was the only prisoner in the entire dungeon.

The reason was simple—in the post-apocalyptic world where resources were scarce, the gathering site couldn’t afford to keep prisoners alive. Even the minimal food required to sustain life would be fought over by people outside.

Under such circumstances, only someone who had committed a severe crime yet couldn’t be killed due to their extraordinary status would be locked up in the dungeon.

Back when Li Hao had eliminated the rival forces and solidified his position as leader of Gathering Site No. 73, he personally ordered the construction of this dungeon to imprison high-ranking officials who had chosen the wrong faction.

Little did he expect that the final guest of this prison would be himself. The irony made him sigh at the unpredictability of fate.

Just then, the dungeon doors creaked open. A tall figure strode into the prison, followed closely by two Sixth-Rank Transcendents serving as guards.

“Leader Li, long time no see!”

A mocking voice echoed through the dungeon. Li Hao barely opened his eyes, glanced at the speaker and the guards behind him, then closed them again, completely ignoring their presence.

“Two months in the dungeon and Leader Li is still as arrogant as ever. Truly worthy of being the top figure in our Gathering Site No. 73.

Well… former top figure.”

The cell door was unlocked, and the tall man squatted in front of Li Hao, speaking in a low voice.

“I remember you never even looked me in the eye back when you were in charge. Did you ever imagine this day would come?”

Li Hao squinted his eyes and responded lazily, “Yu Mingyu, you got one thing wrong.”

“Oh?”

“Even now, I still won’t look you in the eye.”

The smile vanished from Yu Mingyu’s face. He kicked Li Hao square in the chest.

Bang!

The powerful impact slammed Li Hao against the wall. The chains pierced through his shoulder blades were yanked taut, tearing his wounds open once more. Blood quickly soaked his prison uniform.

Yu Mingyu looked down at him coldly. “You refuse the toast, so you’ll drink the penalty wine!”

Li Hao took a few deep breaths and forced down the blood in his throat. Though he was in a sorry state, his smile remained calm.

“Hahaha! You’re mad!”

Yu Mingyu was furious and was about to strike again, but a Sixth-Rank Transcendent behind him raised a hand to stop him.

“Enough. We’ve got more important things to do.”

Despite Yu Mingyu supposedly being the leader, the Transcendent’s tone held no respect—only command.

Yu Mingyu’s face turned ashen, but he ultimately held back. He turned to Li Hao and coldly questioned, “Does that escaped emissary from the Underworld have any other tricks up his sleeve? Can he still contact the Underworld?”

Li Hao didn’t answer. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully.

“I see.”

Then, his smile grew even brighter.

Yu Mingyu’s rage exploded, and one of the Sixth-Rank Transcendents immediately punched the wall beside Li Hao.

Boom!

The dungeon shook violently. Flames surged forth, melting the concrete into molten lava that dripped beside Li Hao.

The intense heat set fire to his tattered prison uniform, and his messy hair curled, releasing a burnt stench.

Yet Li Hao showed no fear. He calmly looked at the Sixth-Rank Transcendent.

“You don’t dare kill me.”

“Three months ago, when the emissary left the gathering site, you tried to eliminate me. But in the end, you held back—afraid of him and the Underworld behind him.

As he gradually disappeared from the world, you pushed this puppet forward and used internal conflict as an excuse to imprison me here.

As long as he lives, you have to keep me alive. You’re even afraid I’ll die without warning and leave you with no explanation.”

As he spoke, Li Hao abruptly tipped toward the lava pool.

Under normal conditions, an Eighth-Rank Transcendent could easily survive magma with just their physical body. But Li Hao had been tortured for two months—he was far too weak. Diving into lava now was as good as suicide.

The Sixth-Rank Transcendent who’d acted earlier panicked and yanked Li Hao back just in time, throwing him aside.

“Madman! You’re a damn lunatic!”

Li Hao burst into laughter, which quickly turned into a fit of violent coughing. Blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, sprayed from his mouth.

The three men stared at Li Hao with grim expressions.

Their orders were clear: Li Hao must not die.

But his unbridled mockery made them not want to save him at all.

After a bout of coughing that nearly tore his insides apart, Li Hao looked at them with scorn.

“It’s been a full month since your last interrogation.

This time, you’re back—urgent and cautious. Let me guess… what happened?”

He smirked.

“If I’m not mistaken, the emissary has returned. And he brought the Underworld army with him.

You received word, but the distance was too great to confirm the truth. So now you’re here, hoping to confirm it through me?”

As soon as he said this, Yu Mingyu and the others showed unmistakable fear on their faces.

Not just because Li Hao had seen through them—but because of the emissary behind him, that mysterious figure from the Underworld.

Over a month ago, rumors of the Underworld had begun to circulate through Gathering Site No. 73. But since they had just overthrown Li Hao, and the information was vague, no one took it seriously.

Yet as time passed, the stories became more wild and terrifying.

Some claimed the Underworld army could slaughter a million zombies in a day. Others said they could cross several towns in half an hour and kill 100,000 zombies. Even Ninth-Rank Zombie Kings fell before them.

Most believed those were exaggerations.

But even if only a fraction were true, it was terrifying enough.

Yu Mingyu forced a breath and snapped, “Do you really think one Underworld emissary can save you?

He was scared off by powerful forces before. Even if he returns with an army, at most he’s a Ninth-Rank Transcendent.

Just in Gathering Site No. 73, there are already two Ninth-Rank experts lying in wait to capture him. Across the other sites, more than ten Ninth-Rank Transcendents are keeping tabs on this situation. There may even be Tenth or Eleventh-Rank experts watching!

You think he alone can suppress them all?”

As his words fell, a deafening boom erupted outside the dungeon.

An invisible pressure descended upon Gathering Site No. 73, and darkness devoured the sky. Through the dungeon window, nothing but pitch black remained.

Yu Mingyu’s face paled. “What’s happening!?”

Before the two Transcendents could respond, the world seemed to freeze.

Both of their movements halted midair.

Yu Mingyu frowned. “What’s wrong with you two?”

He reached out and tapped one of them on the shoulder. In the next instant, a thin red crack appeared and began to spread.

Thud!

The front half of the Sixth-Rank Transcendent’s body collapsed forward, sliced clean in half. The severed organs were still twitching—his heart beating, lungs writhing, veins pulsing.

Blood sprayed across the dungeon floor like a twisted blossom.

Yu Mingyu stared in shock, turning to the other man, only to see his body splitting slowly down the center.

Two of the gathering site’s top warriors—dead in complete silence.

Only Li Hao remained unfazed. He spoke quietly:

“He’s here.”

The dungeon suddenly split apart like it had been sliced by an invisible blade, revealing the scene outside.

Three months ago, over a hundred powerful Transcendents had gathered at Site No. 73. Thirteen were Ninth-Rank. They had all come to seize the emissary’s inheritance.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, they seized control of the site and surrounding regions, trying to trap the emissary.

But when Lu Yan struck today, they realized—

They weren’t hunting a rabbit.

They were standing in front of a Godzilla dressed in rabbit’s skin.

Above the skies, thousands of Yin Soldiers formed a formation, casting ghostly flames to melt Ninth-Rank Transcendents. Even inside the dungeon, their screams could be clearly heard.

Inside the site, powerful Transcendents fled in terror, only to be caught in a soul-reaping net of hooks and chains—no one could escape.

It was a one-sided massacre!

Yu Mingyu’s fear finally overwhelmed him. He turned and ran, only to crash into a figure.

Thud!

He looked up.

It was Xu Kuan, one of the Ninth-Rank Transcendents guarding the site.

But Xu Kuan no longer looked proud—his body was covered in horrifying wounds, deep to the bone. Even his famous indestructible Gold Body Divine Power couldn’t withstand the damage.

“Lord Xu, are you here to—”

Yu Mingyu began to speak, but suddenly noticed something was off.

Xu Kuan’s expression was twisted, frozen into an eerie, unnatural smile. A tiny slit at his neck began to widen.

Thump.

A perfectly smooth head rolled off his shoulders.

At that moment, the screams in the sky came to an abrupt halt.

In the gray sky, a lone figure stepped into the dungeon, holding a Soul Banner in his hand.

His indifferent voice echoed through the silence—

“The third one.”

(End of Chapter)