"To slay us?!" The two mighty figures burst into a hearty bout of laughter. "Lord of Evil, we concede that each of you possesses the individual capability to contend with us, perhaps even to overcome us. But to speak of killing us… Lord of Evil, Ninth Nether Fourteen, you overestimate yourselves, do you not?"

"Do we truly overestimate ourselves?" The Ninth Nether Fourteen sneered. "Then perhaps you can explain what that mere scrap who self-detonated under my hand just moments ago actually was?"

"You! Ba Ge!" One of the mighty figures was instantly enraged by the mention of this sore subject. He roared, "Since you are set on fighting, then come forth! My brother and I are eager to witness firsthand the legendary secret techniques of the Ninth Nether Clan and just how epochally evil this Lord of Evil's dark arts truly are!"

As he spoke, the two exchanged a knowing glance. Having spent millennia together, never apart, they knew each other intimately—to the point of shared thought. At that moment, without needing further words, their intentions became instantly clear to one another.

If the opponents wished for battle, then so be it.

Although the Ninth Nether Fourteen’s power was undeniably immense, he was currently suffering from a wound severe enough to be fatal.

Against an ordinary foe, such an injury might not significantly impact him; but facing an adversary of equal stature, it was sheer folly—a condition he absolutely could not sustain. Even moving carried the risk of death. With injuries this grave, attempting self-detonation would prove exceedingly difficult!

Once the fighting commenced, one of them would tie up the Lord of Evil, while the other would dedicate all force in the shortest possible time to strike down the Ninth Nether Fourteen. Afterward, they would assess the situation to either surround the Lord of Evil or engage him in a one-on-one duel!

By this calculus, the two brothers held a considerable advantage!

In reality, the current situation offered no room for retreat. This was precisely the moment when the Ninth Nether Fourteen was critically wounded and at his weakest. Should this opportunity pass, waiting for his recovery would render any chance of victory nonexistent!

These two mighty figures were truly unfortunate. They began as three, but after their confrontation with the Ninth Nether Fourteen, they were reduced to two. Furthermore, during the span of their conversation, the Ninth Nether Fourteen's cultivation was rapidly recovering, aided by the miraculous medicine provided by Jun Mo Xie.

By the time Jun Mo Xie finished delivering his long, drawn-out philosophical lecture, the injuries of the Ninth Nether Fourteen were already eighty to ninety percent healed!

Of all this, the two mighty figures remained completely oblivious!

What’s more… what’s more, there were countless other factors they two were entirely unaware of…

If they were to realize just how disadvantageous their current situation truly was, they would likely lose all courage instantly, their sole thought being to flee for their lives. Thus, ignorance in many circumstances proves to be a form of fortune!

Jun Mo Xie deliberately, yet subtly, exchanged a hidden glance with the Ninth Nether Fourteen. The Ninth Nether Fourteen, perfectly seizing the moment, gritted his teeth and sneered, "Since you two scraps still harbor notions of gaining an advantage at this juncture, then this young master shall indulge you! Just know that gaining an advantage over this young master is not so easily accomplished!"

The Ninth Nether Fourteen gave a cold laugh and strode forward first!

Jun Mo Xie hurriedly followed, wearing an expression of profound concern, and urged him anxiously, "Fourteenth Brother, your injuries are not yet healed. Why trouble yourself over these scraps? Why not first stand guard for Little Brother?" The Ninth Nether Fourteen only huffed, putting on a brave, defiant front as he swept forward proudly—a performance rich with genuine emotion, arguably worthy of an Oscar statuette; a true method actor.

The two alien powerhouses on the opposite side scoffed internally. In a contest of masters where life hangs by a thread, the more you force the show, the faster you will die!

Though the Ninth Nether Clan was overwhelmingly powerful, incomparable to both Humans and the Sun-God Clan, they were, after all, not immortal. Having clearly sustained grave injuries, to insist on engaging a peer in a fight to the death now was simply courting disaster. When they reached the Yellow Springs, they would have no one to blame but themselves. That prohibition set by the First Young Master of the Ninth Nether, which had rendered them powerless against him for millennia, they would now settle upon this Fourteenth Young Master!

Thinking thus, one of the mighty figures moved, advancing toward the direction the Ninth Nether Fourteen was taking. "Ninth Nether Fourteen, this time it is my honor to escort you on your way. Do not forget, my name is Kameda Tan Teng!"

"Kameda Tan Teng, is it…" The Ninth Nether Fourteen rolled his eyelids. "You will very soon live up to your name, because this young master will ensure you instantly feel the agony of having your balls ache as you perish."

"Ba Ge!" Kameda Tan Teng roared in furious indignation, his entire face turning a deep purple.

"Tan Teng—these two characters, he had always taken great pride in them. Believing that while his parents were unremarkable their entire lives, at least the name they gave him was unique, imbued with profound meaning. Yes, Serenely Soaring—that truly captured the bearing of a peerless master.

Yet, upon announcing his name, the opponent had instantly twisted the meaning into 'balls ache on the way to the underworld…'

Jun Mo Xie, standing nearby, nearly choked.

Kameda Tan Teng… what a hilariously comical name. Especially since this alien voiced it with such smug satisfaction and self-importance… the effect was magnified tenfold. And who said the Ninth Nether Fourteen only possessed a grim countenance? The sarcasm he just delivered was of a high caliber!

"And what is your name, you scrap?" Jun Mo Xie looked at the alien powerhouse before him with great interest. Lord, spare me, he thought. These alien names are absolute comedy gold. If this one has a name like that too, I might actually laugh myself to death and hand them an uncontested victory…

"My surname is Maeo, and my given name is Ryogan! I am Maeo Ryogan!" The alien stared at Jun Mo Xie with eyes like a hawk, introducing himself with extreme solemnity. "My lifelong weapon is a single spear—only this one spear!"

Saying this, he reached behind his back, and a long, gleaming spear materialized in his hand. The sharp spearhead pulsed with a faint, blood-red light.

"Mae… Maeo Ryogan…" Jun Mo Xie truly froze in place.

Stunned speechless, as the saying goes—petrified like wood!

The name Kameda Tan Teng had already exceeded expectations, setting off an unexpected thunderous shockwave, but this subsequent name was even more powerful! What was truly remarkable was how perfectly the name suited the reality of the situation… Fortunately, Young Master Jun possessed a sufficiently strong mental fortitude, otherwise, he might actually have fulfilled his earlier thought: laughing himself unconscious and conceding victory without a fight…

"Why are you laughing?" Maeo Ryogan seemed to possess a modicum of self-awareness. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a point of introducing his weapon. Seeing Jun Mo Xie suddenly erupt into peals of laughter, the alien flushed crimson with embarrassment and roared in fury.

Jun Mo Xie finally recovered from his hysterical laughter. Wiping away tears brought on by mirth, he managed, "My apologies, this young master was simply too overwhelmed. And incredibly impressed by the cultural literacy of both your parents, managing to bestow such world-shattering, ghost-moving, classic names upon you both! Truly beyond my wildest expectations…"

Both alien figures roared in anger, their shouts punctuated by the laughter echoing from the Ninth Nether Fourteen. Immediately, a fierce wind howled, and Kameda Tan Teng engaged the Ninth Nether Fourteen.

In front of Jun Mo Xie, a silver light suddenly flashed—Maeo Ryogan could no longer restrain himself and launched his attack!

Yet, this action bordered almost on a sneak attack!

But he was fast; Jun Mo Xie's reaction was faster!

His attack was already initiated; before the spear even arrived, the lightning Jun Mo Xie controlled had already descended!

Young Master Jun was the ancestor and patriarch of stealth attacks; how could he possibly be ambushed by others? The principle of striking first ensures victory, while striking later invites disaster, was ingrained into his very bones and practiced to the level of consummate artistry!

The resounding thunder was still echoing when the lightning struck first!

The terrifying, deep-purple lightning bolts, each as thick as a water vat, numbered in the hundreds, all simultaneously locked onto Maeo Ryogan! With his opening move, Jun Mo Xie unleashed his most powerful, hidden ultimate technique!

As Maeo Ryogan thrust his spear forward, he instantly sensed the anomalous shift around him, and his expression turned to horror! Such a powerful lightning tribulation, such a massive scale! It arrived without any prior warning, unexpectedly, and yet it had completely locked onto him as the target?

What in the world was happening?

This old man hasn't even attempted a breakthrough before his eyes, so how could he suddenly encounter a lightning tribulation? Furthermore, the onset of tribulation pressure shouldn't arrive so suddenly, without the usual preliminary buildup?

And the might of this lightning tribulation is too terrifying! How can hundreds of bolts descend all at once? This makes no sense whatsoever!

But Maeo Ryogan clearly no longer had time to ponder or analyze the origin of this lightning; the tribulation was already overhead.

If he didn't find a way to defend against this sudden crisis, his only remaining option was to descend to the Yellow Springs to contemplate these bizarre questions!

Maeo Ryogan indeed proved worthy of being a mighty alien, remaining composed even facing such dire circumstances. He roared, and his two bodies simultaneously swelled, exuding a sickening, corpse-like odor. This stench grew with astonishing speed, instantly intensifying to a remarkable degree. Perhaps because the odor was so thick, it spontaneously generated a gas that seemed corrosive, instantly enveloping his entire body!

The unprecedented, pungent smell nearly caused Young Master Jun to vomit on the spot! It was like enjoying a delicious meal when someone suddenly lets out an overwhelmingly foul fart… the feeling of maddening revulsion was indescribable…

Unable to bear it any longer, Jun Mo Xie cursed loudly just as the countless terrifying lightning bolts crashed down!

With a series of earth-shattering crashes, a gaping hole, thousands of feet wide, instantly appeared on the ground!

Maeo Ryogan was standing precisely at the core of this void. His robes were tattered, his hair stood wildly on end like a beggar's, both faces were uniformly blackened, yet his four shining eyes still rolled around busily. Black smoke billowed from countless spots on his body. From both his mouths, a stream of black smoke was issuing forth! When he closed his mouth, the smoke jetted out of his nostrils… "Maeo-kun! What's wrong with you?" Kameda Tan Teng shouted anxiously on the side, sounding thoroughly exasperated. "Why are you undergoing tribulation at such a critical moment? Why didn't you try to suppress it?"