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It seems that while alive, one should refrain from doing bad things; being tortured like this after death is truly a situation where one cannot seek life nor death. He looked up at his surroundings and wondered, "How many layers are there, really?"
Xiang Xueer shook her head. "The terrain here is too chaotic; even I have lost my sense of direction. They say there are eighteen layers in this hell, but I really can't tell how each layer looks. Just looking at this King Yan, he must be a perverted old man with peculiar tastes."
"Don't you think so?" Xiang Xueer turned to glance at the dazed Li Yunyang and sighed, "Ah, it's nice not knowing anything!"
"Who are you calling an old man?" A deep male voice came from behind them. The two turned in shock, wondering when someone had approached them without them noticing.
With a loud 'bang', a powerful Killing Intent surged forth. A hand waved, and several people fell directly from Taotie, which was slammed to the ground with a howl, unable to move.
"Who are you? How dare you invade my Underworld!" The man attacked again. Xiang Xueer turned to look and was instantly blinded by a dazzling light.
"Taotie, are you alright?" Xiang Xueer frowned as she looked at its injuries and quickly called out, "You should return to the Void Realm; we can handle this ourselves."
Taotie disappeared. Xiang Xueer focused her gaze on the person before her: a man with Silver Long Hair slightly raised at the back of his head, blown by the rolling Hellfire on the ground. His tall and proportionate figure showcased a model-like perfect silhouette, exuding an air of arrogance yet maintaining a polished demeanor. He wore a Light Blue Long Robe paired with a Black Cloak and stood fearlessly before the three of them, appearing to be no more than thirty years old.
His thin lips were tightly closed, and his silver pupils along with his Korean-style single eyelids were fixed on them with an imperial aura.
"Oh my god!" Xiang Xueer’s mouth hung open for quite some time; he was simply the perfect combination of Fire King and Sima Yi. My dear heavens, that Silver Long Hair and those eyes were almost enough to stop her heart.
After a long pause, she stepped forward, placed one hand on her waist in a pose, and flirtatiously raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey handsome, may I ask what your phone number is?"
Everything was in chaos; Lan Ran Qingtian quickly pulled Xiang Xueer back. "Shirley, don't be impulsive; this is not an ordinary person!"
The silver-haired man squinted his eyes and stared at Xiang Xueer for a long time. "This king is asking you something; who are you?"
Qingtian looked him up and down for a moment, then stepped forward respectfully and replied, "I am an Exorcist from the Blue Dye Clan and the Ouyang Clan. Are you the Rakshasa King of this Underworld?"
"Exorcist?" He stared closely at the family crests on their arms and said, "This king has never had any dealings with Exorcists. Why have you two intruded into my Underworld?"
Upon hearing this, Qingtian quickly explained, "Rakshasa King, please calm your anger. We accidentally discovered that the Serpent Empress had made her lair beneath the Eighteen Layers of Hell while pursuing her, which is how we inadvertently trespassed here. Please see it clearly."
"What? Beneath the Eighteen Layers of Hell?" The Rakshasa King turned to look at the nearby Eighteen Judges of Hell with a puzzled expression. "Go verify this with the Eighteen Layers and see if it's true!"
"Yes!" The Eighteen Judges of Hell, who had just intercepted the three, immediately left. He turned his gaze to Li Yunyang, and with just a glance from his silver eyes, he exuded an emperor-like aura.
So impressive! Xiang Xueer couldn't help but click her tongue. This was the first time in her life she had encountered such a type of man. Just seeing how respectful Qingtian was when speaking to him indicated that this person's identity and status were extraordinary. To become the ruler of the Underworld at such a young age was truly remarkable—so handsome, so cool; there were simply no words to describe it.
After a short while, the Lu Pan from the Eighteen Layers returned with a serious expression. After whispering a few words in the Rakshasa King's ear, his previously expressionless face finally showed some change. He cursed under his breath, "Damn Demon, daring to open a Cavern beneath my Underworld."
Hearing this, Xiang Xueer perked up her ears and smiled as she shrugged her shoulders. "We didn't lie, did we? Since there's nothing wrong, can we leave quickly?"
Saying this, she grabbed Lan Ran Qingtian with one hand and Li Yunyang with the other, preparing to leave this hellish place. She felt like she would go crazy if she stayed here for another second.
"Stop!" A sharp shout suddenly rang out from behind them. In an instant, the Rakshasa King appeared before the three of them and waved his hand to instruct his subordinate, the Ghost Messenger: "Take them down!"
"What?" Xiang Xueer was taken aback and quickly turned around to argue, "Hey, what do you mean by this? Didn't we already clarify everything?"
The Rakshasa King narrowed his silver eyes, his expression returning to calmness once more, showing no signs of anger or joy. "Until I have clarified your backgrounds, you must stay in the Underworld for investigation."
"Investigation?" Even Lan Ran Qingtian, known for his good temper, was starting to lose patience. He turned to look at the encircling Ghost Messengers: "We have already told you that we are Exorcists with no ulterior motives!"
"I thought you looked quite handsome, but I didn't expect your temper to be so bad. I've had enough trouble today, and now you're adding to it!" The Rakshasa King looked at the group, not wanting to hear their explanations at all. The Yama's Messengers rushed forward, and Xiang Xueer couldn't hold back any longer: "Since you insist on fighting, then I won't hold back either. Don't blame me for turning your Underworld upside down later."
With a 'bang bang bang!', the AK-47 in Xiang Xueer's hands showed no mercy towards the Yama's Messengers. In just a few moments, the group of ghosts was left in disarray, lying on the ground unable to get up. Of course, they were ghosts, so this weapon wouldn't take their lives.
Qingtian glanced over and realized that she didn't even need to intervene; this girl had already started venting her anger. She grabbed Li Yunyang and scolded the Rakshasa King, who was standing by watching, before turning to leave.
When her subordinates were ineffective, the leader had to step in personally. A gust of Azure Wind swept in, and Xiang Xueer looked down to see one of her arms firmly grasped by the Rakshasa King. She frowned tightly and struggled: "Hey, are you done? I still have important things to do!"
The Rakshasa King was the seventeenth King of Hell. Since he took control of the Underworld hundreds of years ago, no one had ever dared to defy his orders. This little girl was no exception; he couldn't let her go so easily.
"Don't even think about leaving! I want to see your true intentions!" The Rakshasa King held her arm tightly with one hand while a white light formed between his fingers on the other.
Qingtian stared at the light in his hand, seemingly wanting to harm Xiang Xueer. She quickly moved to intervene, but Lu Pan saw this and once again used his Eighteen Divine Weapons Formation to trap Lan Ran Qingtian.
Xiang Xueer turned to look at the eighteen flying swords around Qingtian and glared at the Rakshasa King, warning him: "I'm telling you again, take your filthy hands off me, or I'll scream harassment!"
After saying that, she lifted her leg high and kicked at the Rakshasa King's vital point. He swiftly turned around and grabbed her other arm. With both of her hands locked behind her back, she had no way to escape as he stood behind her: "You better not resist; otherwise, you'll be the one getting hurt."
"Oh? Is that so?" Xiang Xueer glared at him sideways with anger, a strange smile curling at the corners of her mouth. She raised her right leg and sharply swung her foot around his shoulder, kicking him squarely in the forehead.
"Ah!" The Rakshasa King shouted as he covered his head, finally releasing her arms. This girl was ruthless; that kick nearly brought tears to his eyes.
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