Chapter 5499 Son of Long Chen
Chapter 5499 Son of Long Chen
The Nether Emperor, an overlord from the primal chaos era who controlled the Netherworld, was actually trying to make a deal with a little human?
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe their ears. Had this world gone mad?
“Hmm, what kind of deal?” asked Long Chen with interest.
“Join forces with me. I will help you become the Emperor of the Netherworld. We will then join forces against Lord Brahma,” explained the Nether Emperor.
“Join forces against Lord Brahma?” Long Chen’s heart skipped a beat. What was the meaning of this? Was there some hidden enmity between the Nether Emperor and Lord Brahma?
For the first time, even Long Chen hesitated to believe what he’d heard. His thoughts spun rapidly, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the deeper implications.
Shaking his head, Long Chen replied, “Do you take me for a fool? The sky can’t have two suns, nor can the land have two kings. How could the Netherworld have two Nether Emperors at the same time?”
After staring at Long Chen for a bit, the Nether Emperor said, “I can tell you a secret. The Netherworld’s Emperor will soon vanish and be replaced by the Nether Sovereign.”
Long Chen’s heart thudded. Perhaps others didn’t understand what the Nether Sovereign was saying, but Long Chen did.
The Nether Emperor was on the verge of entering the Sovereign realm. Even if Long Chen became the Nether Emperor, he wouldn’t be able to challenge the Nether Sovereign.
However, Long Chen didn’t fully believe what he was saying. Before he could probe further, the Earth Cauldron’s voice rang out in his mind.
“He was once a Sovereign, even at its peak. But in the great battle, the Nine Star Master slashed his divine altar, reducing him to an Emperor. After eons of recovery, he might be nearing the threshold again. Yet, don’t trust him completely—I sense no trace of Sovereign might from him.”
Long Chen’s heart leaped at this revelation. Another secret about the Nether Emperor had come to light.
Reflecting on the Nine Star Master’s unparalleled strength, Long Chen was amazed. How could a solitary figure hold his own against incomprehensibly powerful beings like the Nether Emperor and the Ghost Sovereign? He was indeed the undisputed number one expert across the nine heavens and ten lands.
Yet, one question refused to leave Long Chen’s mind: how had this peerless existence fallen in the end?
Sensing Long Chen’s hesitation, the Nether Emperor spoke again. “Your identity is no longer a secret. Moreover, you’ve slain one of Lord Brahma’s eight divine commanders. Although Lord Brahma is not in a position to personally deal with you, his other divine commanders are bound to act. You must understand, these divine commanders are not like this silver-haired fool you’ve just defeated. They are true titans—formidable in both power and intellect. What you need right now is a powerful backer, and I am your best option. I can swear on my soul that as long as you join forces with me and help me unify the Netherworld, I will fully support you against Lord Brahma.”
The Dragon Domain’s experts were stunned. The Nether Emperor actually held Long Chen in such high regard that he was willing to swear on his very soul.
The Nether Emperor continued, “If you join forces with me, all the resources of the Netherworld will be at your disposal. Without Lord Brahma’s looming threat, your growth will accelerate. In less than a century, you could aim for the Divine Emperor realm. With the Netherworld’s laws bolstering you, you would not only contend with the divine commanders—you might even have the power to kill them.”
The proposition shook everyone, Long Chen included. From the Nether Emperor’s tone, it seemed that all the other divine commanders were in the Divine Emperor realm, and they were incredibly powerful.
“I don’t understand. You’re clearly on the same side as Lord Brahma. Why would you suddenly turn against him?” asked Long Chen.
“This is a secret. Unless you agree to join forces, I cannot tell you.”
“And how am I supposed to join forces with you?” asked Long Chen.
“Become a son of the Nether Emperor. We will sign an equal soul contract,” replied the Nether Emperor.
An equal soul contract with the Nether Emperor was something most experts wouldn’t dare to dream of. If Long Chen agreed, wouldn’t he be sitting on the same level as the Nether Emperor?
With this contract, he could control the laws of the Netherworld, becoming a god of the Netherworld. With a single thought, he could turn the Netherworld’s lifeforms to dust. The entire Netherworld would lay beneath his feet.
Even the Dragonblood warriors felt stirred. If their boss accepted, the Netherworld would become their domain—who would dare to bully them then?
“An equal contract, huh? Not bad.” Long Chen rubbed his chin with his left hand, nodding.
“This is your best option right now. I can’t think of any reason for you to decline. It is purely beneficial to you,” said the Nether Emperor calmly, as if everything was going according to plan.
After thinking about it, Long Chen said, “However, I don’t like the title ‘son of the Nether Emperor.’ Boss Long San isn’t going to be anyone’s son. How about this? You can become my son instead. We can sign the equal soul contract this way.”
The Nether Emperor’s face twitched several times, his calm gaze instantly turning as sharp as a blade. Like a tsunami, his killing intent surged violently.
As his killing intent spread, so did his powerful Emperor might. The world seemed to sense his rage, and space cracked like ice crystals.
“You’re courting death,” the Nether Emperor growled. “I thought you were different from those obstinate nine star heirs. But you’re just as foolish.
The Nether Emperor seethed with rage, realizing that Long Chen hadn’t even given his proposal a moment’s consideration before rejecting it outright. Worse, Long Chen had mocked him, toying him around like a monkey.
As the ruler who once commanded the entirety of the Netherworld, the Nether Emperor was unaccustomed to such blatant disrespect. His fury sent tremors through the world itself, and his killing intent permeated the air, making the Dragon Domain’s experts shudder.
To them, Long Chen’s courage was just out of this world. Even their most revered patriarchs would not dare to speak so insolently to the Nether Emperor. Their very souls would recoil at the thought of such audacity. Yet Long Chen stood unfazed, his expression casual.
“Don’t be so petty,” Long Chen said, shrugging as if chiding a child. “We’re just negotiating terms, and you’re already throwing a tantrum? You think it’s natural for others to call you father, but the idea of being someone else’s son is outrageous to you? Aren’t you being a little unreasonable?”
Long Chen felt incredibly refreshed inside. To be able to piss off the Nether Emperor to this extent could count as an unmatched divine ability. After all, how many people in history had dared to antagonize such a figure so brazenly?
“Fine, since you wish to die so badly...” the Nether Emperor muttered, raising his hand.
After that, the eight spatial whirlpools exploded at once, and a palm slammed toward Long Chen. Just as the Nether Emperor attacked, Long Chen formed a series of hand seals with a cold smile on his face.
“Fortunately, I still have one trump card,” said Long Chen.
The entire Dragon Domain trembled violently. An enormous dragon scale erupted into the sky, radiating a blinding light. The sight left the Dragon Domain’s experts stunned, their shock audible in collective gasps.