Chapter 200: The Power of the Netherworld
Yue Huai gave the two no time to resist and quickly stripped them of all their martial arts skills.
The next second, without any mercy, he flung Xiao Zi away. The sharp blade of the fan sliced across the throats of both of them, and in an instant, blood gushed out and splattered all over the ground.
The two of them collapsed to the ground and died before they could even utter their last words.
Yue Huai retrieved Xiao Zi and, seeing the two souls that had already left their bodies trying to escape, instantly grabbed them.
"Still trying to run?"
He raised an eyebrow, gripping the two souls tightly in his hands, while his other hand tore open a door out of thin air.
A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Lishan's eyes when he saw the door.
This is the Gate of Hell! When did this kid become so powerful that he can tear the Gate of Hell apart with his bare hands?!
No one in the entire Xuanmen sect has this technique. Could it be that the Yue family has it hidden away?
Yue Huai didn't care what he was thinking at all. He stepped into the Gate of Hell and strode towards one direction.
As he crossed the Yellow Springs, he saw two ghost messengers gathered together, chattering away.
"Hey, who do you think will win between the Ghost Emperors and those two?"
"You know what, if Hades doesn't come back soon, I think those two will definitely win. After all, Hades went to great lengths to suppress them back then."
"I heard that Hades has already encountered some trouble, otherwise why would he not have returned for so long? Moreover, the formation suppressing those two has already weakened, and that formation was personally set up by Hades himself."
Upon hearing this, Yue Huai paused and stopped.
He glanced at the two ghosts whispering and coughed lightly.
The two ghost messengers turned around after hearing the sound, and their impatient faces instantly turned pale with fright when they saw the appearance of the person in front of them.
He knelt down with a thud and immediately begged for mercy.
"Hades, spare me! Hades, spare me!"
Liu Lishan and Su Hexie were both stunned when they heard this. What was that? Hades?
You must have made a mistake.
These two ghost messengers must have mistaken him for someone else. How could this kid possibly be Hades?
Yue Huai looked at the ghost messengers who were kowtowing incessantly, curled his lip, and said, "Get up."
Upon hearing this, the ghost messenger immediately stood up straight.
"Where are the Five Ghost Emperors?" Yue Huai didn't want to waste any more words and asked directly.
"The Eastern Ghost Emperor and the Western Ghost Emperor are at Peach Blossom Mountain, while the other three Ghost Emperors are out on business and not in the Underworld."
The ghost messenger answered honestly.
Yue Huai frowned upon hearing this. Logically speaking, the Ghost Emperors would not freely enter or leave the Underworld.
A bad thought crossed his mind, and he was about to head in that direction when he realized that he was holding two souls in his hands.
The next second, he casually tossed the two ghosts to the ghost messengers beside him.
"Send them to the underworld."
The ghost messenger obediently replied, "Yes."
Only after Yue Huai's figure disappeared did the two ghost messengers breathe a sigh of relief.
The two ghosts exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes the relief of surviving a calamity.
Liu Lishan still couldn't believe that Yue Huai was Hades, and immediately asked, "Was that person really Hades?"
"Yes, weren't you brought here by Hades? How could you not know his identity?" the ghost messenger asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Liu Lishan felt a chill run down his spine. Clinging to the last shred of hope, he asked, "Is it possible that you've mistaken me for someone else?"
"Impossible! How could I possibly recognize our King of the Underworld!" The ghost messenger was utterly speechless, even feeling that he was being provoked: "Shut up! Go to the Yama's Palace obediently!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the man and took him to the King of Hell's palace.
...
Just as dawn broke, Jingwu was suddenly awakened. She sat up, clutching her chest, a strange feeling rising within her.
Strange, why does it feel so oppressive today, like something's about to happen?
Jingwu sat on the bed for a while before feeling a little better.
She slowly got out of bed, changed her clothes, washed up, and was about to go out when she heard her master's call.
Without pausing, she instantly teleported to her master's location.
As soon as they landed, they saw their master and Yun Zhaohui standing in the courtyard.
This villa is quite familiar; it looks like the villa where Jingwu used to live.
"Ah Wu is here."
"Master, what's wrong? What's the matter that you called me here so urgently?" Jingwu walked to the two of them and, seeing their pale faces, knew something was wrong: "What happened?"
“Early this morning, the Xuanmen sent word that Liu Lishan and Su Hexie died at the mountain gate, and their souls have disappeared without a trace.” Yun Zhaohui’s face was ashen. After thinking for a moment, he answered truthfully.
Jing Wu was stunned for a moment: "He's dead?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately recalled Yue Huai's strange words and actions when he came to her room last night.
She immediately connected the two things together, and her brows furrowed tightly.
"What about Yue Huai?"
When asked this question, Yun Zhaohui was taken aback at first, then shook her head: "I don't know where he went. I haven't seen him for several days."
"As his senior brother, how can you not care about his whereabouts?" Upon hearing this, Jingwu felt a surge of anger.
How can someone be so indifferent when they share the same roof as their fellow disciples?
"I..." Yun Zhaohui touched his nose guiltily after being rebuked like that.
He had indeed neglected his junior brother during this period, but he and his master had just recovered and were busy cultivating, so they didn't have time to take care of him.
Seeing his silence, Jingwu pouted, even more dissatisfied.
"Awu." Qi Qiyun saw that her little apprentice was losing control, so she gently called her name to signal her to calm down.
Hearing his master's signal, Jingwu took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
She looked up at the trees not far away, but two things were on her mind.
Could Yue Huai have killed those two? After all, he acted very strangely last night.
"What other news has come from within the Xuanmen?"
Seeing that no one spoke, Qi Qiyun broke the silence.
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhaohui quickly replied, "Last night, all the disciples were fast asleep and didn't hear a sound. It wasn't until this morning, when the disciples got up, that they found these two corpses in front of the gate. Upon inspection, they realized that they had died in the early hours of the morning."
"Didn't you hear a sound at all?" Qi Qiyun asked.
Yun Zhaohui nodded: "Yes, that's the strange thing. Logically speaking, if the mountain-guarding formation is broken, all the disciples should have noticed it, but they didn't last night."
"By the way, the messenger from inside the gate said that there are still a few traces of Netherworld power remaining on the gate."
"The power of the netherworld?"
Upon hearing this, Jingwu instantly remembered something. She reached into her pocket and touched Xiaoqing, and a thought slowly arose within her.
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