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"This True Spirit Body? You...you are that sinful bloodline from the lower realm, Zhu Chen?"

The old man in black robes stared at the Dharma body that slowly rose behind Zhu Chen, and an undisguised look of horror appeared on his withered face.

He finally recognized the boy's identity from his distinctive Dharma body and his domineering aura!
That infamous lower realm evil that once stirred up a storm in the three thousand provinces and left even the Immortal Palace helpless!

I never expected him to come here.

Since the incident involving the Immortal Palace and the Celestial Race, Zhu Chen's name has spread far and wide throughout the Three Thousand Dao States, and the people here in the Underworld naturally know about him as well.

"Now that you know my name, why don't you quickly offer your neck for execution?"

Zhu Chen stood beneath the Dharma Body, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"You brat, cease your arrogance! This is the sacred ground of my Netherworld. How dare you run wild here! Elders and disciples, heed my command! Form the 'Ten Thousand Corpses Netherworld King Formation' to slay this fiend and avenge our sect!"

The old man in black robes was filled with shock and anger.

He knew that Zhu Chen had come specifically to collect a debt, so he didn't say anything more and immediately set up his defenses.

"You obey the decree!"

The seven or eight celestial elders in the air responded in unison.

Although fear was evident on their faces, their faces were filled with a fierce rage.

In this burial abyss home ground, they have the advantage of formations and terrain. If they can gather the strength of everyone, they may not be unable to fight against the infamous Zhu Chen!
If we can kill or capture him, that would be an even greater achievement!

At the command of the black-robed cult leader, all the Netherworld cultivators immediately sprang into action.

They moved swiftly, quickly occupying specific positions in the air.

Then, his hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and without hesitation, he unleashed a series of complex incantations.

"—Woo-hoo!"

A mournful wail instantly resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

Deep within the Burial Abyss, even more death energy was stirred up, rising into the sky like black smoke, and quickly merging into the formation.

Countless illusory and hideous ghostly figures and skeletal golems emerged from the array's light, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

The ground shook.

Ancient corpses buried underground have emerged from the ground.

Their eyes burned with eerie green flames, and they continued to utter silent roars.

In an instant.

A massive corpse array that covered the heavens and the earth was thus formed!

At the center of the formation, death energy, resentment energy, and corpse energy converged wildly, faintly condensing into a phantom of the "King of Ten Thousand Corpses," a figure thousands of feet tall, with three heads and six arms, wearing a decaying imperial robe, wielding various bone weapons, and exuding overwhelming ferocity!
Although this phantom was not as solid as Zhu Chen's Pangu Dharma Body.

However, the malevolent aura emanating from it was even stronger, as if it had gathered the endless resentment of death accumulated in the Burial Abyss over countless ages!
This is one of the great formations that guards the Netherworld, the Ten Thousand Corpses Netherworld King Formation!

Using cultivators as a guide, it connects with the death energy of the earth's veins, summons the resentment of ten thousand corpses, and condenses the Dharma form of the Underworld King. Its power is boundless, especially in this Burial Abyss of Death, where it can unleash its full power!
"Ten Thousand Corpses Devour Souls - Underworld King Suppresses the World, Kill!"

The old man in black robes, positioned at the center of the formation, roared fiercely.

He unleashed his full cultivation, guiding the terrifying phantom of the Myriad Corpse King to launch an attack on Zhu Chen!
However, facing this terrifying combined attack that would make even ordinary Void Dao Sect Masters retreat, Zhu Chen's expression remained calm as usual, and a faint hint of mockery even flashed in his eyes.

"An ant trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength."

With a thought, the majestic Pangu Dharma Body behind him also moved.

This time, Zhu Chen did not use any fancy Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques. Instead, he poured his boundless and unparalleled blood and divine power, along with the supreme true meaning of the "Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Technique"—which suppressed hell and annihilated all evil—into his Dharma body. "Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell - All Laws are Empty!"

Pangu's Dharma Body slowly raised one arm, clenched his fist, but did not strike out. Instead, he pressed down on the oncoming barrage of attacks and the terrifying phantom of the Myriad Corpse King from afar!
"—Buzz!"

Space seemed to freeze!
The giant white bone claw that was tearing through the air suddenly slowed down when it was still a hundred feet away from Zhu Chen. The deathly laws swirling around the claw tip seemed to be frozen and crumbled inch by inch!

Before the rain of green corpse poison could even get close, it was evaporated by the invisible suppressive field and turned into wisps of green smoke!
The most terrifying thing was that the illusory image of the King of the Underworld, formed from the resentment of countless corpses, had its ferocious and overwhelming aura rapidly dissolve the moment it was touched by the suppressive intent of the "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force"!

"Pfft~!"

"Ugh—!"

The black-robed elder at the center of the formation, along with the other Netherworld elders who were in charge of the formation, all spat out mouthfuls of black, foul blood, their faces instantly turning ashen!

"Impossible! What kind of power is this?"

The old man in black robes had eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

He had never seen such a power that could restrain the Netherworld Techniques; it seemed to have been born to suppress them!

"die!"

Zhu Chen ignored the old man in black robes and instead reached out and gripped his hand tightly!
"—BOOM!!!"

A loud bang.

The already crumbling phantom of Hades, along with the entire "Ten Thousand Corpses Hades Formation," shattered under the suppressive force!

The death energy, resentment, and corpses that made up the formation were all crushed into the most primitive particles and vanished into thin air!

“Bang bang bang bang!!!”

The Netherworld cultivators in the air fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Those disciples at the Divine Fire and True God realms exploded on the spot, their souls and spirits annihilated, due to the backlash from the shattered formation and the aftershocks of the 'Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force'!
Seven or eight celestial elders also suffered severe injuries. Their bodies cracked, their souls dimmed, and they fell from the sky, barely alive, crashing to the ground. Their fate was unknown.

Only the old man in black robes managed to withstand the impact, thanks to his profound cultivation at the Void Realm and a protective treasure. He did not perish immediately, but he was seriously injured.

Zhu Chen concealed his illusory Dharma body and slowly walked to the black-robed old man, looking down at him with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man.

He deliberately spared this person's life because he needed to find out where the Netherworld's main base was.

Without knowing the exact location of the Netherworld's main base, finding a sect that prefers to hide in the shadows in this vast and boundless Sin Province would be extremely difficult.

"You...you can't kill me! I am an elder of the Underworld. If you kill me, the Lord of the Underworld will never let you go! The Immortal Palace will not stand idly by either..."

The old man in black robes threatened Zhu Chen with a fierce but weak voice, clearly lacking confidence.

Zhu Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said expressionlessly, "The Immortal Palace? If they want to come, I'd be happy to oblige."

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips gleaming with a faint light.

That was a sign of the impending soul-searching technique.

"As for you... I'm still somewhat useful. The exact location of the Netherworld Main Sect, and... what exactly are you and the Immortal Palace plotting in the Burial Abyss? I really want to know..."

Feeling the icy aura emanating from Zhu Chen's fingertips, the old man in black robes was finally overwhelmed by fear.

He lost, and lost without a doubt.

Only now did he realize that in the face of this great evil spirit from the lower realm, any resistance or threat he made seemed utterly ridiculous.

...(End of this chapter)