
“THAT'S ENOUGH, YOU'RE PLAYING ME, ASYURA!”
For the first and last time, Emperor Ming called out his name loudly. He had actually been extremely angry after being heavily gossiped directly in front of his face.
“Our deal has ended after you dared to say those bad things directly to me! I really want to kill you!” cry Emperor Ming.
He touched Yongchun's face, and a black streak began to spread from his face to his entire body.
“I should have said so,” muttered Yongchun as he tried to let go of Emperor Ming's grasp.
“You asked me if I killed Luo? Yep! That's right, Yongchun. I never thought that my loyal followers would be able to betray like that,” Emperor Ming said and tightened his hands even stronger.
Yongchun's face felt like it would be ruined by it. The pain he felt made the blood flow blocked, his breathing was heavy. A little he felt tight and there was something flowing in the veins, something foreign whatever it was.
“I did everything I could to erase my own murder trail. Doing so will make my power live longer until I die!”
“What ..that you ..do it is clearly wrong!” sahut Yongchun, was about to grab one of his swords.
“You who have known everything about me will surely make my life ruined. I will make sure the soul ..no, your body at once goes to the bottom of hell!”
It was too late for Yongchun to attack him, an exact same stroke as Wang Xian did before this. As well as the same pain, as if he would die from being swallowed by the strokes.
I don't know what Emperor Ming meant, but when the streak came back and flowed faster than before, the wind he could feel all around.
Surround yourself Yongchun with a blackish wind. The faster and the bigger. Relia, Bing He and then Nia, the people who understood the situation were shocked.
And it suddenly felt that Yongchun's presence vanished in an instant.
Even the warrior guards who saw, as witnesses they could do nothing. Submitting all those affairs to Emperor Ming himself, they were present in an overwhelming sense of fear because of it.
The wind blows away the heat of spring. Flowers that bloom beautifully, then the loss of the figure of the ruler of the middle east region. The beginning of spring that should be celebrated, enjoyed well as is actually making things around become chaotic.
“What happened?”
The tough woman, Relia Tan. His sword blade broke as soon as he swung it. It was as if telling me something bad had happened this time. Both his hands were shaking.
“Yongchun, you've worked hard for me. I was dying for us to reconcile, seeing you as much as I did. But it can't. Because you know things you can't know.”
Emperor Ming looked at the palace guards. A sharp nosediving gaze, and scattering the black concentration then devouring them all. Silence, there is no one left. Dying in silence.
Emperor Ming was left alone.
“If only he didn't know. Then the unification of the country will run smoothly,” murmured with a grin.
***
Warm ...
Nah!
“Wait for this ..hell? Am I dead?”
Hell, the place where all the people who died after the many sins that he bore. That was all Yongchun knew.
This sensed situation, it was truly impossible that it was heaven. But hell, it was truly a bottomless hell that Emperor Ming had said.
The land that he planted was also part of hell. The sky he looked at was also part of hell. As far as the eye could see, there was fire everywhere.
The dark sky, the fiery ground and the rancid smell of blood and pus mixed together. Stinging in the nose. The bad feeling he had long felt turned out to be because of this.
“Yang is right. I'm dead?!”
Found himself in hell, the bottomless hell. Then, thinking that he was dead. But is that true? For he recalled that Emperor Ming once said, "I'll take your body to the bottom of hell!", a line that Yongchun then actually arrived in hell.
“My life why is it so ruined? That Emperor, it's still a good thing I didn't take up arms. It is impossible yes, if in peace ..”
Not only was the fire he felt, even his aura seemed to be strengthened. The aura gushes out from within his body, as he walked and continued to regenerate his burning legs, a figure of a being with large wings came and carried Yongchun's body flying.
“Eh? What?”
Panicking, too, was surprised by what just happened. He was taken up into the sky which was unusually hot. Apparently, the big bird took him but not just carrying, the bird was actually about to drop Yongchun into the sea of fire.
“Truly crazy, what's with hell exactly? I never thought I'd have to experience this after death!”
Thinking that he is really dead, Yongchun looks not only resigned if he knows he will be dropped into a sea of fire.
The loud voice of the bird raised its ears, it swiftly drew the sword and slashed the two legs that gripped its shoulders.
Luckily, he cut off both feet of the bird. Because if he doesn't, he'll fall into a sea of fire. At least you can avoid the worst.
“Ugh! It feels so hot. Hell is really terrible.”
Although it cannot die, but that does not mean it cannot be injured. Clearly that was Yongchun's true condition. Avoiding the sea of fire, but tipping to the same bottom.
The ground for him rested, like part of a mountain of merapi. As the hell realm shook strongly, he almost fell down.
“Emperor Ming is apparently no ordinary emperor. I either died or I lived. But it feels like this body is getting stronger if I keep going straight. And again, the clothes I was wearing, the sword and others were still there for me at this moment. Then, am I forced to come here?” chirp Yongchun with a frown.
Not much is known about the hell world. Other than the immeasurable heat, figuring out if there was any other path seemed to be non-existent.
Hell is unfounded. As far as the eye can see, there is only fire that is part of hell. There's nothing else.
Except, some of the same creatures came back. Even creatures who no longer have legs are also desperate to pursue Yongchun.
“How can I survive this way? Even if I'm already considered dead, but this is really real and I can feel so clearly!”