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The Qishan Sword Master owed him a favor from the past, and this time he was invited by Chu Yingxiong, but unexpectedly, he fled in an instant!
"Useless!"
Chu Yingxiong cursed under his breath and spat a thick phlegm on the ground, ultimately deciding not to say anything more. For now, it was crucial to focus on teaming up to deal with that kid!
"Dead eunuch, yin-yang person!"
Jiang Han utilized the Lion's Roar technique, his voice resonating like a dragon's roar and tiger's howl, shaking Su Mingde's spirit. At the same time, the Dragon Claw Technique swept in like a cage, enveloping Su Mingde completely.
Just moments ago, it was this dead eunuch's needle that nearly caught him off guard! Fortunately, he had timely set up a Qiankun domain around himself, shattering those silver needles and narrowly escaping disaster.
Su Mingde's face turned pale with fear as he looked towards Chu Yingxiong and cried out, "Your Highness, save me!" Although he wasn't very familiar with Su Mingde's strength, he had vaguely heard that Mountain King Chu Yingxiong's abilities were far from simple. He had followed the Ancestor of the Western Chu Royal Family and learned many forbidden secret arts that could unleash power far beyond that of an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster.
"Brat, don't be so arrogant!"
Chu Yingxiong shouted angrily. His face showed a moment of struggle before he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He raised his palm like a blade and silently recited a mysterious incantation.
In an instant, he transformed into a demonic figure, the dark Blade Light sweeping across the heavens and the earth. It was not a manifestation of demonic energy; rather, it resembled the power of annihilation—devoid of life, filled only with boundless death energy!
If the White Lotus Saintess, Bai Ling, were present, she would undoubtedly recognize that this was a martial arts legacy belonging to the same lineage as Mahakala!
Chu Yingxiong's exposed skin continuously oozed blood, his cheeks twitching, clearly indicating that using this technique inflicted significant damage on his body.
"Interesting!"
Jiang Han felt a slight chill in his heart but maintained a calm demeanor. At this moment, he felt as if he had stepped from the mortal realm into the boundless Avici hell.
Endless bloodthirst surged forth, and the entire world echoed with the wails of countless malevolent spirits, a profound sorrow washing over him. Moreover, a terrifying killing intent gnawed at his consciousness, threatening to transform him into a monster that knew only slaughter.
Kill, kill, kill—there is nothing in this world that cannot be slain!
As he walked across the Bridge of Helplessness, crossed the Underworld, and gazed upon the hometown platform, he looked at the Hell of Blades and Fire and Oil Pot Purgatory before him.
A stern man dressed in black official robes shouted: "Sinner Jiang Han, you have killed countless people and caused boundless slaughter; your crimes are the most heinous. You shall suffer the punishments of Hell of Blades and Fire and Oil Pot Purgatory, eternally confined to the eighteenth layer of hell, never to be reborn!"
Jiang Han glanced at this Underworld Judge who bore a slight resemblance to Chu Yingxiong, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Playing tricks and pretending to be mysterious!"
Don't say it's just an illusion; even if it were real, so what?
Without the courage to break through Heaven and Earth, what is the point of practicing martial arts or learning any way?!
"Ha!"
Jiang Han brought his palms together, and instantly, he became sacred and serene.
A colossal Vajra Buddha manifestation loomed in the void, as if reciting scriptures with lowered brows, or like a gentle smile while picking a flower.
The Nine Golden Crows radiated boundless light, circling around the Buddha in playful pursuit.
The endless Purgatory scene could not even approach Jiang Han; it was dissipated by the Buddha's light.
"Sinful being, why don't you reveal your true form quickly!"
The Buddha seemed to possess a spirit; as its lips moved, there was no sound, yet Jiang Han felt he truly 'heard' the Buddha's chant.
Before he could react, the boundless Purgatory shattered like a bubble with a pop.
When Jiang Han regained his senses, he found before him a token covered in various mysterious patterns, with a faint 'Underworld' character glowing in the center.
"Does the Heavenly Court and the Western Paradise truly exist?"
"Were all those earlier events merely illusions, or reflections of some real scenes?"
Jiang Han felt his heart was a bit chaotic, as if he had seen an old friend for the first time in a long while when he glanced at the Buddha's Dharma Form before it disappeared.
"How is this possible!"
Forcing himself to use the secret technique that connected the two realms of Yin and Yang, Chu Yingxiong felt a significant drain on his energy, and he could barely stand. When the token marked with 'Ming' flew back into his hand, he seemed to hear its wailing sound.
This token was a treasured item of the Western Chu Royal Family, rumored to have once slain a Martial Arts Deity! However, after killing that Youngshen Level Martial Artist, the Underworld Token had also been damaged and shattered.
The token held by Chu Yingxiong was reforged using a fragment of the original Underworld Token combined with various divine materials! Although it wasn't an original piece, it still contained a trace of the original's essence. Even a Grandmaster of Martial Arts at the Fusion Realm would find it difficult to break free from its influence.
Though his opponent was formidable, they had not crossed that threshold; it was truly puzzling how they could be so easily forced out of the Underworld constructed by the token!
"Nothing is impossible," Jiang Han said lightly.
With a swift motion of his sleeve, he waved his hand and sent flying the two Martial Arts Grandmasters who had attacked him, crashing them against the city wall. The entire wall quickly caved in, leaving two large imprints.
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