A master of comedy!

"Evil god? I am a judge of the Underworld's Inspectorate, overseeing the good and evil of the yin and yang realms. How dare you, an actor, judge what is right and wrong?"

Upon hearing the words "evil god," Lu Pan flew into a rage and unleashed his supernatural powers, attacking Zhou Sheng once more. The four golden giant hands each manifested a phantom of a magical artifact.

Judge's Pen, Book of Life and Death, Mirror of Karma, Whip to Beat Ghosts.

At this moment, His divine body was covered with cracks, especially His neck, where almost half of it was cracked open, clearly indicating that He had reached a dead end.

Zhou Sheng did not let his guard down; on the contrary, he became even more cautious.

The most dangerous counterattacks are often the final, desperate strikes of a dying beast.

With a wave of the Ruyi Jewel, the originally gentle and vast, mellow Buddhist light that could convert all ghosts suddenly turned into a scorching beam of light like the sun, causing Lu Pan to let out a miserable scream and divine blood to flow from his eyes.

Zhou Sheng tossed the outermost kasaya, and the seemingly ordinary kasaya rapidly grew larger, instantly covering the sky and the sun. Mysterious golden Sanskrit characters vaguely appeared on the kasaya, seemingly the "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheels Sutra".

With a whoosh, Lu Pan's enormous Dharma image was wrapped in the kasaya, but his four golden arms, capable of moving mountains and suppressing seas, were struggling desperately, actually managing to stretch the kasaya little by little.

"You actor, you can't control me!"

"You are not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and you never will be!!"

Lu Pan roared like thunder, extremely violent. His eyes, blinded by the Buddha's light, were bloodshot, and his huge pupils seemed to be burning with flames.

He was, after all, one of the four judges of the underworld, a Yin deity of high status. His divine power, accumulated over countless years, was incredibly profound. Even when facing Zhou Sheng, who was comparable to the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he had the power to fight.

Unfortunately, the only answer He received was the nine-ringed tin staff in Zhou Sheng's hand.

The nine rings vibrated in unison, producing a sound like thunder.

He stood on a seven-jeweled lotus platform, soared into the sky, and with one blow, he shattered one of his opponent's arms, and with another blow, he smashed half of his shoulder.

The enormous Vajra body was instantly torn to pieces, like meteorites falling from the sky, causing the earth to shake violently.

Lu Pan fought back desperately, but frustratingly, as the statues of gods in the mortal realm were continuously destroyed, his divine power was being lost more and more severely, and he even struggled to maintain his divine form. Naturally, his counterattacks became increasingly powerless.

"Despicable scoundrel!!"

He was filled with grief and indignation, his voice brimming with resentment.

"If it were a direct confrontation, you would be no match for me!"

The Ghost Play of the Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a calamity He prepared for Zhou Sheng and Yu Zhensheng, but mainly for Yu Zhensheng. Zhou Sheng, this greenhorn, was not truly regarded as a major enemy by Him.

However, his methods were thwarted one after another. Now, this newly trained Yin Puppet Master might actually be able to kill Him.

Zhou Sheng's gaze was cold and fierce, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He raised his nine-ringed staff high, gathering all his magical power, and smashed it down towards the opponent's head.

This blow will tear His skin apart and splatter His brains everywhere!
mean?

He recalled the thick stack of files in Bao Ying's hand; every page contained the story of a real human life.

When you treat human life so lightly, why don't you think of the word "despicable"?
However, seeing that although Judge Lu was angry and unwilling, he did not seem flustered, Zhou Sheng felt a vague sense of unease.

Was He truly unafraid of death, or did He have a backup plan?
Boom!

The staff slammed into Lu Pan's head, instantly shattering half of his hideous skull, yet Lu Pan seemed to calm down.

“Zhou Sheng, you won this time, but remember…”

"Next time, I'll get it all back, with interest!!"

He raised the nine-ringed staff again and smashed it down mercilessly on the other half of the head, determined to shatter it to pieces and scatter its soul!
"You want a next time?"

Beneath the Ksitigarbha mask, his eyes held a chilling murderous intent. The Buddha's power, which kills without saving, was contained within the nine-ringed staff, capable of annihilating all evil gods and demons.

But just as the deadly staff was about to fall, the entire underworld suddenly trembled violently, and eighteen chains of divine order emerged, binding the nine-ringed staff that contained the killing intent of thunder.

Zhou Sheng suddenly felt as heavy as a mountain in his hands, as if he were dragging the eighteen levels of hell forward. Suddenly, a fierce wind arose in the gloomy sky of the underworld, blood rain poured down, and the entire city of Fengdu trembled violently as it slowly rose.

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, Zhou Sheng saw five towering pillars enveloping Fengdu City.

No, with his Buddha-like eyes, he saw clearly that it wasn't a pillar, but five... fingers?
The vast city of Fengdu could be contained in a single palm?
"stop."

A voice seemed to emanate from the distant heavens, extremely majestic, and then, through nine layers of dark clouds, Zhou Sheng vaguely saw a terrifying figure.

He wore a nine-tasseled crown and an ochre-yellow dragon robe. His left eye contained a mirror of karma, and his right eye had a river of karmic fire flowing in the white of his eye.

Before he opened his mouth, the palace trembled; before he uttered a sound, all the ghosts fell silent.

The overwhelming karmic force almost caused the seven-jeweled lotus platform beneath Zhou Sheng's feet to tremble and wither.

Despite having the immense Buddhist power to bless him and his cultivation being comparable to the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, Zhou Sheng suddenly felt a sense of fear, like an ant facing a giant.

It even fell out of the realm of perfect harmony between actor and actor.

He holds the reins of Fengdu City in his hands and commands the Nine Netherworld Palace.

The true ruler of the underworld, who has usurped Bao Gong's divine position, has finally revealed himself.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng finally understood why Judge Lu was so fearless.

He knew that Yama, the King of Hell, would come to his rescue!

Upon seeing the mocking smile on the other person's face, Zhou Sheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, the nine rings on his staff trembled violently, and the dazzling Buddhist light broke several divine chains in succession.

The King of Hell's majestic and indifferent voice rang out again, but this time, it was tinged with rage.

"I told you... to stop."

……

"Baozi, spare his life!!"

Inside the Judge Temple, just as Bao Ying was about to deliver the final blow and completely sever the head of the statue, incense smoke drifted in the distance, coalescing into an aged figure.

It was the same elderly man who had stopped him before, whom he called Uncle Gongsun.

Bao Ying's knife suddenly stopped, clearly indicating that this Uncle Gongsun held a very high position in his heart.

"reason."

"The emperor's order!"

The old man took out an imperial edict and sighed, "Just half an hour ago, the edict was sent directly to the Xuanqiong Division branch in Jiangzhou, pardoning Judge Lu and ordering you to return to the capital immediately to investigate another case!"

Bao Ying remained silent, sweat trickling down his resolute face, the knife marks on his hands deep enough to expose bone.

He was extremely exhausted, having lost a great deal of blood, and even his dark skin had turned much paler.

"A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan!"

"Baozi, just bear with it a little longer. Think of the whole Bao family, think of the old lady, think of—"

Bao Ying suddenly raised his knife, and the crescent mark between his eyebrows became unusually obvious at that moment, startling the old man who was speaking.

Boom!

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder, the blood-stained and dulled longsword swiftly severed the last part of the statue that was still attached to its body.

Gollum~
The statue's head rolled to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, as if it had died with its eyes open in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Gongsun, the reason isn't sufficient." (End of Chapter)