A master of comedy!

"I told you... to stop!"

The invisible chains of law snapped, and Zhou Sheng exerted all his strength to bring the nine-ringed staff closer and closer to Lu Pan's head.

King Yama was furious, and raging karmic fire erupted from the depths of hell, burning the golden lotus and dimming the Buddha's light.

Ok?
Zhou Sheng keenly sensed that the seemingly invincible Yama, who held Fengdu City in his palm, seemed to be in a special state, as if he had just awakened from a deep sleep, or only partially awakened.

His power has not yet been restored!
Realizing this, Zhou Sheng's spirits lifted, and his eyes became exceptionally bright. Even though he was being burned by the karmic fire, he still disregarded everything and used all his magical power for this blow to the head.

collapse!collapse!collapse!
One by one, the chains of order symbolizing the eighteen levels of hell broke, and the nine-ringed staff, carrying a great spirit and determination of "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty," finally smashed down on Judge Lu's head.

To cleanse hell, first slay the evil gods!
At this moment, Zhou Sheng vaguely sensed the state of mind of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva when he made his great vow, and the Ksitigarbha mask on his face also quietly underwent some invisible change.

In the darkness, he once again felt the call coming from the west of hell, only this time, he heard it much more clearly.

"Ksitigarbha...come..."

A deafening roar!
Lu Pan's arrogant head began to explode inch by inch from the top of his skull. What excited Zhou Sheng even more was that at that very moment, Lu Pan's neck was completely severed.

The enormous head shattered into raindrops of rubble, and its massive body collapsed with a deafening roar, like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade being toppled, causing the earth to tremble violently.

At this moment, both the underworld and the living world made a choice—kill!

The laws of the underworld collapsed, the statues of gods in the mortal world were decapitated, and with the blessing of the Buddha's power that only kills and does not save, even a judge of the underworld had no chance of survival.

Even if Yama, the King of Hell, possessed immense magical power and unfathomable supernatural abilities, he could not revive a spirit whose soul had been scattered.

boom!
Zhou Sheng landed on the mangled body of the Dharma image, gathered his last bit of Buddhist power, and with a shake of his nine-ringed staff, turned the mangled body into dust.

At this point, the Buddha's power was exhausted, and the Suanni flew out of his body. After circling a few times with reluctance, it returned to the Nine Dragon Seal.

At this moment, the Nine Dragon Seal was dim and without luster. Not only was the power of the Suanni itself exhausted, but the magic power nurtured by the Yinxi Master Yu Tianheng over many years was also completely depleted.

However, Tan Sheng did not feel sorry or regretful at all; instead, his eyes were filled with excitement.

He wasn't just making empty promises; he really did it!

The other sorcerers were also filled with disbelief.

In the end, this sinister drama actually killed a judge from the underworld?

Those are not some demons or monsters, but a high-ranking and powerful underworld deity. Over the years, besides Xi Mo Yu Zhen Sheng, who else could have accomplished such a feat?
Zhou Sheng stood atop the shattered remains of the divine body, the Ksitigarbha mask on his face gradually fading away, and the nine-ringed staff in his hand transforming into a golden spear, struggling to support his swaying body.

Feeling the radiant light of the Luo Shu in his mind, and the incredibly powerful energy, Zhou Sheng finally realized that Lu Pan was truly dead.

"You want a next time?"

"Keep dreaming."

Zhou Sheng stepped on the wreckage, lowered his eyes and murmured. Even though he was exhausted, his magic power was depleted, and he was seriously injured, he felt extremely happy, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his chest.

The humiliation of being chased and forced to flee in panic, the helplessness of having to swallow one's anger in the face of repeated threats, and the anger of being framed several times after entering the underworld—all of these vanished at this moment.

A sense of pride naturally arises within him.

Even a mortal can slay a god!
However, when he looked up and gazed at the cold-eyed, earth-shaking Yama King's image, his heroic spirit instantly vanished.

Although he successfully killed Judge Lu, he was not certain that he would be able to leave the underworld alive today.

Although the King of Hell, enraged, had temporarily quelled his karmic fire and his face was calm, the chilling intent deep within his eyes remained icy and piercing. "Zhou Sheng, the Yin Puppet Master."

After a brief silence, Yama looked at the tiny, ant-like figure in his palm, and his voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, deafeningly loud.

"You, a sorcerer specializing in ghost plays, plotted to harm the judge of the underworld during the Ghost Festival. You, a mere ant, dared to—"

When the King of Hell spoke of "wanting," he paused slightly, realizing that the other party had not only "wanted" but had already accomplished it.

"Outrageous, blasphemous, and a night-wandering deity! You are in the Investigation Department, so tell me, what crime should this person be charged with?"

King Yama shouted loudly, and the entire underworld rumbled in response. The waters of the Yellow Springs surged with waves, and the overwhelming divine power caused the Night Wanderer, who had been watching from the sidelines, to change his expression.

Before the Lord of the Underworld, He dared not be the slightest bit frivolous or negligent, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, according to the laws of the Underworld, He should be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, to suffer torture every day, and never be able to be reborn!"

"In that case, let's do it that way."

Yama's voice was like thunder, as if he had made a decisive judgment, setting the outcome for this case of god-killing, and casually adding a sentence.

“Any malevolent practitioners who performed the same act with him will be considered accomplices and punished accordingly.”

Zhou Sheng's gaze sharpened, and he was about to speak when he was suddenly startled, realizing that he seemed to have... suddenly lost his voice.

Despite having his tongue open and possessing a silver tongue, he was unable to utter a single word at this moment, no matter what he did.

The mouth that the Yin Puppet Master used to eat was imprisoned by some invisible force.

He laughed in exasperation, his eyes blazing with rage.

I've truly witnessed it; the officials in the underworld are even more domineering than those in the mortal world. When they say "gag one's mouth shut," they mean it in the truest sense.

However, he was not in a hurry, because if he was not mistaken, someone would speak up for him next.

"Wait, King Yama!"

A voice suddenly rang out, and then two figures came together. One of them was seven feet six inches tall, wearing a Xuan Shui Nine-Beam Crown and a python robe. His bone structure was slender and refined, like a thousand-year-old vine in human form.

The other figure has broad shoulders and wears a Five Sacred Mountains Soul-Suppressing Crown. He has a square face with a short beard that connects to his sideburns, and seventy-two "Soul-Suppressing Bronze Bells" are attached to his beard. His eyes are usually half-closed, and when he opens them, golden light faintly bursts out from his pupils.

When the two appeared at the same time, twelve Yin Wheel Dharma images manifested in the world, shaking the netherworld.

These two are the legendary rulers of Fengdu, Yin Changsheng and Wang Fangping, also known as the King of Yin.

The realm of gods and deities is quite complex, with various forces deeply intertwined. In addition to the Buddhist sect centered around Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, there are also different systems within the Taoist sect.

The Yin King belongs to the Taishan deity lineage and is under the command of the Fengdu Emperor. However, with the disappearance of the Fengdu Emperor and the seclusion of the Dongyue Emperor, this lineage has gradually declined.

Regardless, the King of the Underworld remains a force to be reckoned with in the underworld.

When the King of the Underworld appeared, Yama was not surprised. He put away his magnificent Dharma form that held Fengdu in his palm and shook the heavens and the earth, and turned into a normal body.

"Gentlemen, do you perhaps disagree with my judgment?"

Although His voice was polite, it possessed an undeniable authority.

...(End of this chapter)