Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 177 The King of Hell Appears
boom! boom! boom!
In no time at all, Zhao Qinghe was stunned by the beating.

"No... how could this be?"

"How can this be?"

"What kind of monster is that damned centipede? How could it possibly ignore the awe-inspiring presence of the Great Ugly Woman of the Underworld?"

Under the suppression of the Destroyer Demon King, the Ugly Woman of the Underworld's advantages were completely negligible.

On the other hand, the Netherworld Centipede was like a "mad dog," chasing after the Ugly Woman of the Underworld and biting her indiscriminately. Coupled with the power of the Destruction Ghost King, it had a "dog relying on its master's power" feel to it.

It seems that the only thing we can rely on is the water of the Yellow Springs.

The problem is that, with the amplification of the opponent's level seven spiritual power, both the Destruction Ghost King and the Netherworld Centipede are more resilient than his Yellow Spring Ugly Girl.

For a fleeting moment, Zhao Qinghe even considered revealing the divine image on the spot and switching to the Golden Scroll Yellow Spring Ugly Girl.

Fortunately, a thug came to his aid in time, which barely helped him stabilize the situation.

And on the other side at this time.

Wu Xian, standing on a laurel branch, calmly confronted Bai Shiqi. "Why bother? Your Dengfeng Dojo doesn't value a small place like Yaoyang City anyway, so can't we develop on our own?"

“That makes sense,” Bai Shiqi said, looking embarrassed and helpless. “But if I come all this way and it doesn’t have any effect, I’ll lose face when I go back.”

"Is it shameful to lose to me?" Wu Xian asked with a smile.

“Of course it’s not shameful,” Bai Shiqi said noncommittally, “but those people at Dengfeng Dojo don’t know how powerful Brother Wu is. They’ll just laugh at me for not being able to control a small, low-level city.”

"Very well," Wu Xian sighed softly, "it seems we have no choice but to fight."

Bai Shiqi smiled slightly, "At least at this moment, I still have a lot of confidence in the Desert Reaper."

“Brother Bai’s Desert Reaper is indeed powerful,” Wu Xian joked, “but if I may be frank, it really can’t stop me based on its current level of conception.”

"How will you know if you don't try?" Shiraishi Qi raised an eyebrow confidently.

"Then please, Brother Bai, judge the quality of my necromancy scroll."

Wu Xian smiled wryly, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out a bronze scroll, causing the entire eerie abyss battlefield map to fall into an eerie stillness for a moment.

The Desert Death God instantly became alarmed, his gaze deep and solemn.

Shiraishi Qi also clearly felt an aura that made his scalp tingle.

Buzz~!

The bronze scroll unfurled in mid-air, and the boundless Yin energy on the battlefield instantly converged upon it. The howling winds of the battlefield subsided, and rays of light condensed from the Yin energy shone down from the dark sky, bringing a unique glimmer of light to the eerie and gloomy abyss map.

A majestic figure materialized from the rosy light.

Clad in a black and gold royal robe, with a square crown and tassels, he had leopard eyes, a lion's nose, and a long beard. His expression was imposing without anger, and his leopard eyes, filled with hatred, seemed to see through all the good and evil in the world.

The battlefield, which had been in chaos, fell silent at this moment, and everyone stared in disbelief in the same direction.

The monsters raging inside trembled and knelt in submission, seemingly unable to look directly at the majestic figure.

The Yin Shuai scrolls inside the arena seemed to have found a backbone, and their auras rose one by one.

Even Xue Lingling's Ghost King series received a powerful boost from the might of King Qin Guang.

In contrast, the other undead scrolls on the field were all on high alert, too intimidated to move.

"This, this, this..."

Bai Shiqi was already too shocked to speak, his eyes fixed on the powerful painting spirit with only a copper axis.

He could sense that if it weren't for the blessing from the Peak Dojo's divine domain, his [Shamo Death God] wouldn't even be qualified to be compared to the other party, let alone those mummies.

At that moment, a thought suddenly came to his mind.

Death God, this is the real Death God, this is the power and style that a Death God-level Undead Scroll should have.

On the other side, Zhao Qinghe, who had just stabilized the situation, felt a terrifying aura descend upon the entire battlefield. The already obviously disadvantaged [Huangquan Ugly Girl] also erupted with a primal awe and fear at this moment.

"That's...no...how is this possible?!" The moment Zhao Qinghe looked at the terrifying scroll, his heart completely collapsed.

He seemed to see the same imposing presence in that scroll that belonged to the family's ancestral scrolls.

"Impossible, how could the Xue family possibly conceive of and create an existence of this level?"

At that moment, the pride that had been passed down through generations of my family shattered within me.

Xue Zhengying looked in shock toward King Qin Guang, feeling his heart pounding and a surge of exhilaration from his ancestral blood flowing through his body.

A series of clear and powerful laws gradually emerged in his mind.

After a long while, as if he had suddenly realized something, he laughed loudly, "Hahaha... My Xue family is prosperous!"

As he laughed, the [Destroyer King] beside him seemed to resonate with him in some kind of intense way, and the intense resonance effect once formed ripples like water around the Destroyer King.

Meanwhile, Xue Lingling was stationed behind the Ghost King Club.

One second he was sitting up in disbelief, staring intently at the majestic figure of King Qin Guang on the screen.

The next second, a powerful surge of "comprehension power" flowed into the [Ghost Emperor] divine diagram she had just condensed.

Only now did she truly understand just how extraordinary her second brother, Xue Zhengying, really was.

The power of her understanding, mixed with her own enlightenment and the necromancy inheritance framework of her ancestors, merged perfectly at this moment, causing the [Ghost Emperor] divine diagram to undergo earth-shattering changes.

Xue Lingling was also in a deep state of enlightenment, and her face, which was painted with underworld makeup, showed a strong excitement and joy.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Ghost Emperor Divine Diagram was optimizing and transforming at an astonishing speed.

However, after reaching a certain level, it suddenly stopped, as if it had encountered some kind of barrier at the level of rules.

……

Inside the mayor's office.

Chen Shilong stood up uncontrollably, staring intently at the majestic scroll in the picture, his whole body trembling.

In that divine scroll, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope he had never seen before.

This also aroused his strong shock and curiosity about Wu Xian.

Meanwhile, at the Wang family mansion.

Grandpa Wang Fengnian was terrified. After a brief moment of shock, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

At this moment, he also saw a strong sense of "hope" and "possibility" in Wu Xian.

In the various live stream rooms, the originally dense barrage of comments fell into a deathly silence the moment King Qin Guang appeared.

All the audience members were so stunned by King Qin Guang that their minds went blank, leaving only one concept in their minds:
God-level, a true god of the undead!

Although they had never seen a real god, at this moment, everyone had the same thought: the bronze scroll in the picture was the real necromancer god.

After a long silence, the live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"Mom, I think I saw a god?"

"God-level, absolutely god-level without a doubt!"

"I've traveled all over the country for so many years, but I've never been as excited as I am today."

"Is this level of scroll painting really something a young scroll painter could conceive and create?"

"I would call Master Wu Xian invincible!"

"Wow, even through the screen, I can feel that the White and Black Impermanence have received some kind of blessing."

Is it too late to sign up for the Ghost King Club?

"My Yaoyang City has one day produced such a divine scroll! I'm so moved I could cry!"

(End of this chapter)