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As soon as the graduation ceremony of the Great Shang Martial Arts Academy ended, Lin Xuan directly opened a spatial teleportation portal a hundred feet wide in mid-air with one hand. The other end of the portal led directly to the Ghost Gate Square of the Netherworld.

"You five thousand on the right, line up and go in! Don't embarrass the Great Shang Dynasty when you get down there. If anyone dares to bully you, beat them to death using the formations taught in the academy!" Lin Xuan shouted, giving his orders.

Five thousand human students, all with rosy cheeks, carrying their backpacks, strode confidently into the gates of hell.

At this moment, a chilling wind swept through the Underworld Square. The Styx Ancestor, dressed in a somewhat faded blood-red robe, waited in the square with dozens of bull-headed and horse-faced demons, rubbing his hands together.

Seeing these five thousand strong human men walk out in neat rows, the Styx Ancestor's triangular eyes were filled with an extremely fanatical and greedy light.

Since Lin Xuan captured those bald monks from the Western Sect and made them labor camp inmates, the security in the Underworld has improved somewhat. However, these monks slack off at work and frequently go on strike while chanting scriptures. Styx was worried about not having enough manpower. Now, Lin Xuan has sent him five thousand able-bodied men with official positions, and he doesn't even have to pay them. Styx is so happy he could laugh in his dreams.

"Young men! Welcome to the Netherworld!" Styx Ancestor managed to force out a smile that was more like a grimace.

He waved his hand, and the little devils below pushed dozens of large carts over.

"Each of you will receive a specially made black iron soul-hooking rope from the Great Shang Armory and a set of ghost messenger uniforms. From today onwards, you are regular underworld soldiers. Your job is simple: patrol the eighteen levels of hell and deal with those disobedient troublemakers!" Styx distributed the equipment with great generosity.

At the same time, Chi You, the great shaman and warlord of the underworld, led his Asura warriors and took away another five thousand young men who had gone to the special forces, directly to the sea of ​​blood to practice hand-to-hand combat.

These five thousand new recruits from the underworld had just received their equipment and changed into their clothes when the Styx River sent them to the eighteenth level of hell for practical training.

At this moment, in the boiling oil cauldron hall of the first level of the eighteen levels of hell, Venerable Kasyapa and several Arhats from the Western Paradise were shirtless, each holding a large iron brush, laboriously scrubbing the charred remains from the bottom of the cauldron.

These monks had suffered greatly since Lin Xuan threw them down to labor camps. When they saw a large group of unfamiliar faces on patrol entering, and that they only had faint fluctuations of Earth Immortal cultivation, Venerable Kasyapa's restless heart immediately stirred again.

"Junior brothers, if we can't deal with those plague gods from the Pangu Palace, surely we can handle these mortal peasants?" Venerable Kasyapa lowered his voice, his eyes full of malice.

He deliberately threw the scorching hot iron brush on the ground. A large glob of boiling oil from the brush splashed directly onto the face of the human student walking at the front.

"What are you good for! Don't you have eyes? This wretched place is not a place for you ants to show off!" Venerable Kasyapa, relying on his status as a fallen Great Luo Golden Immortal, arrogantly pointed at the human student and cursed him.

In the past, ordinary humans would have been terrified and knelt down to kowtow when they encountered a celestial being like this.

But these five thousand people just fought their way out of the holographic hell VR created by Lin Xuan! What terrifying demons and monsters haven't they slain?

The human squad leader didn't dodge at all. He swung the black iron soul-hooking rope in his hand and lashed it out, shattering the ball of boiling oil into dust in mid-air.

"Brothers, this bald monk dares to arrest and assault police officers! The instructor said how to deal with resistance!" the squad leader roared coldly.

"Beat them to death! Just leave them alive!" Five thousand human students roared in unison.

They didn't need any command; they scattered with a "whoosh," skillfully stepping out of the positions marked on the Chaos Battle Formation Diagram. The blood and qi of five thousand people instantly merged into one in the dark hell, forcefully condensing into an extremely massive blood-red Asura Dharma Image above the underworld.

The image of the deity holding up a giant iron chain completely blocked the passageway of the entire hall.

Venerable Kasyapa and the other Arhats were completely dumbfounded. They never expected that these lowly mortals would dare to attack them first, and that the power of their battle formation would be able to suppress them so completely.

"Form the Arhat Formation! Block them!" Venerable Kasyapa shouted in terror.

But it was too late. The human students' tactics were extremely ruthless. The first row of one hundred people swung their Xuan Iron Soul-Hooking Ropes in all directions, like dozens of venomous snakes, specifically targeting the lower body and knees.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Accompanied by an extremely crisp metallic clanging sound, the golden protective aura that Venerable Kasyapa and his group were so proud of shattered into pieces on the ground with a "crack" under the overwhelming number of blows and the enhancement of the battle formation.

What followed was a brutal, one-sided beating.

Hundreds of burly human men swarmed forward with practiced ease. Some strangled him with iron chains, others kicked him in the groin, and several burly men pinned Venerable Kasyapa to the ground and shoved charcoal from the bottom of a cauldron into his mouth.

"Stop hitting them! Help! I'll wash the oil pan! I'll wash the oil pan right now!" The Western Arhats, who were just moments ago so arrogant, were now beaten to a pulp, crying and begging for mercy.

All of this was observed by the Styx Ancestor, who was hiding in the shadows.

Styx looked at the group of disciplined and ruthless human recruits, then at the few Western cult troublemakers who had been brought to their knees. He was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

"This is such a damn good deal! With these people, I can just drink tea and watch the show every day from now on." The Styx Ancestor wiped away a tear and vowed in his heart that he would definitely cling to Lin Xuan's coattails from now on.

In the principal's office of the Martial Arts Academy in the capital city of Dashang at this time.

Lin Xuan was leaning back in his armchair, listening to the work report from the underworld. He was extremely satisfied with the performance of these students.

The three giants of Huoyun Cave, Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, were also sitting nearby. These three old men had become addicted to being honorary teachers lately, spending their days mingling with the students at the academy.

Lin Xuan waved his hand generously and took out thirty exquisite white jade jars from his personal space.

"Gentlemen, you've worked hard these past few days. Take ten catties of this thirty catties of top-grade Enlightenment Tea and brew it for yourselves. Consider it your overtime pay." Lin Xuan pushed the jar directly in front of them.

Upon hearing that it was Enlightenment Tea, Fuxi was overjoyed, his mustache practically bristling. He quickly pulled the jar into his arms, exclaiming, "Oh my, this is truly a treasure! A specialty of Buzhou Mountain, you couldn't buy it outside even for 100,000 top-grade immortal crystals. My son-in-law is so generous!"

At this perfectly harmonious moment, the highest-level warning jade slip in Lin Xuan's arms suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling red light, making his palms feel hot.