Preface:
In Tianwu Continent, martial arts is respected; in Tianwu Dynasty, martial arts is the basis of the dynasty!
The Tianwu Dynasty has been in existence for more than 3,800 years.
However, unexpected events happen, and various ancient ruins suddenly appear in the world. The major forces in the world fight openly and secretly for the ruins, and disputes arise one after another. The whole continent falls into chaos, and even the Tianwu Dynasty is burned down in this chaos.
A hundred years later, a surviving prince of the Tianwu Dynasty entered the mysterious ruins and was reborn before the chaos in the world.
In order to prevent the tragedy of the previous life from happening again, he lived in seclusion behind the scenes, gathering the strong, recruiting geniuses, using the continent as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces!
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Chapter 1: The Underworld
The underworld! The Netherworld Palace!
The six Yama Kings of the Ten Courts were half-kneeling in the main hall. Above the main hall, the Lord of the Underworld, dressed in a black robe, was half-lying on a throne as black as jade, playing with a jade ring in his hand.
An extremely depressing atmosphere permeated the hall. All the Ten Yama Kings in the hall were sweating profusely and their knees were weak, but no one dared to move at all.
“Crack!”
A crisp breaking sound was heard, and the six Yama Kings of the Ten Courts, who were originally sweating coldly, suddenly changed their expressions. They buried their heads deeply, wishing they could burrow into the ground.
"Alright! Get up!"
A look of surprise slowly crept onto his face. Qin Guang Wang Zhao Yi was a little confused. Did I get the wrong script? The Palace Master didn't punish us this time!
Without thinking too much, he saw that the other "brothers" beside him had quickly stood up, so he also quickly stood up and stood respectfully.
"King Qin Guang!"
"I'm here!" Zhao Yi was a little flustered when he was suddenly called by the lord of the mansion, and quickly bowed to greet him.
The mansion master in a black robe slowly turned around, and his pair of weathered eyes looked straight at Zhao Yi through an equally deep mask. He lightly tossed the jade ring on his hand, which had long been broken into two pieces, and then suddenly threw it at Zhao Yi.
“Bang!”
A priceless jade ring turned into pieces and scattered in front of Zhao Yi.
Along with the jade ring, the hearts of several Kings of Hell in the Ten Courts of Hell also shattered.
"I admit my guilt!"
Zhao Yi knelt on the ground, blood slowly seeping from his knees, but he was not moved at all, just hoping to get forgiveness from the man on the throne.
The other five Yamas who had just stood up also quickly knelt on their knees, lowered their heads, and dared not utter a word.
The black-robed mansion master waved his hand and said, "Alright! Everyone else, go back first."
Having said this, the black-robed mansion master paused for a moment and continued, "As for King Qin Guang, come see me after kneeling for half an hour!"
After the black-robed mansion master finished speaking, he stood up, waved his sleeves, turned around and left the hall!
Hearing the mansion lord's footsteps gradually moving away, the several Yama Kings who had kept their heads down finally dared to raise their heads and stood up to surround Zhao Yi.
"Boss, I'm sorry!" Yan Xing, the King of Hell among the Ten Kings of Hell, had tears in his eyes and looked at a loss.
"Okay! Since you recognize me as the boss, let's put this matter behind us. Just don't be so impulsive in the future!" Zhao Yi patted Yan Xing's shoulder, indicating that he was fine.
"But as for the Mansion Master..." Yan Xing hesitated, as the crime he committed this time seemed really serious.
"Even the master's favorite jade ring was smashed to pieces. This is the first time I've seen the master so angry!" King Zhang Liao of Biancheng shuddered, as if recalling some bad memories.
"This time we may have really touched the Palace Lord's bottom line. I'm afraid the Palace Lord won't let us go so easily!" This is Taishan King Wu Meng.
Urban King Mo Yan lived up to his name, standing silently aside without saying a word, but the worry in his eyes remained unchanged.
Leng Ningshuang, the only female Yama among the Ten Yama Kings, pointed at Zhao Yi's legs and said worriedly, "Boss, your legs?"
Zhao Yi patted Leng Ningshuang, who was squatting down and half a head shorter than him, and comforted her: "Don't worry, I'm used to it. This little injury is nothing serious."
Looking at his five brothers and sisters who were looking at him worriedly, Zhao Yi felt relieved: "You guys should go back first. It's been more than a day since we were out. Let's go back first!"
"But you, Boss?!"
Waving his hands, Zhao Yi signaled them not to worry about him: "You guys go back first. If anything unexpected happens again, it will be the end!"
"Let's go!" Mo Yan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, but he was still very frugal with his words.
"Well, Boss, let's go first!"
The spiritual energy in his body circulated, and Yama Orders appeared on the foreheads of several Yama Kings in the Ten Courts of Hell.
"call out!"
Rays of light flashed by, and several Yamas disappeared into the Netherworld Palace.
Half an hour later.
Zhao Yi, who had lost too much blood, climbed up with a pale face and walked towards the Netherworld Palace with a weak step.
Netherworld!
The black-robed mansion master sat cross-legged on a cushion, and streams of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Young Master!"
Zhao Yi stood at the door with a pale face, waiting respectfully.
The technique was put into operation, and the strong fluctuations of spiritual energy gradually subsided. The black-robed master, who was slowly finishing his technique, finally turned around.
A slightly immature and pretty face with a pair of deep, weathered eyes, it seems contradictory no matter how you look at it.
"Young Master!" Looking at the young man who turned around, Zhao Yi bowed respectfully again.
"Zhao Yi, do you admit your guilt?" The young mansion master looked at the pale Zhao Yi expressionlessly, with no emotion in his tone.
"I admit my guilt!" Zhao Yi half-knelt on the ground, his head buried deeply, not caring at all about his knees that were already in pain.
Looking at Zhao Yi's determined face, the young mansion master sighed slightly.
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