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The underworld official raised his head, and a gambler's madness swirled in his ghostly eyes beneath the brim of his hat: "Not a threat."

"It's true."

"Master, you are a wise man."

"Let me go."

"But if you insist on forcing me..."

The underworld official's right hand suddenly gripped the chain tightly.

A ghostly green light burst forth from the black chain links: "Then none of you shall live!"

Er Lengzi's ears perked up instantly, and his two heterochromatic eyes locked onto the hand of the underworld messenger holding the chain.

It squatted down next to Zhou Laoliu, its front paws unconsciously extending half a step forward.

Zhou Laoliu huddled behind Er Lengzi, his two legs trembling like dull hammers.

Yang Guang stood still.

He stared at the grim reaper's hand that was gripping the chain.

I stared at it for three seconds.

Then he laughed, his face full of mockery, and said, "You think you can represent the Underworld?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Does he even deserve it?"

The underworld messenger did not reply.

But with a sudden flick of his wrist, the black chain emitted a piercing buzzing sound in mid-air.

A ball of eerie green flame rose from the end of the chain, whistling through the air as it lashed straight at Yang Guang's face!

Extremely fast.

But Yang Guang is no pushover either!

He then brought his right index and middle fingers together and slapped his palm forward.

Five Thunder Technique!

boom!

The purple-white lightning and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisp collided violently in mid-air.

The shockwave that exploded in that instant ripped up all the dry grass within a three-meter radius.

A thin crack appeared on the white marble tombstone.

The chains were deflected by the lightning.

The chain tail swung in an arc in mid-air.

A buzzing vibration.

Yang Guang flicked his right hand backward.

Spread out your five fingers and turn them over to take a look.

A layer of pale blue yin energy clung to my palms, sending a chill down my spine.

He rubbed it vigorously, trying to dissipate the eerie aura.

"hiss."

Yang Guang gasped.

As expected of a messenger from the underworld.

Even the lowest-ranking night patrolman is a genuine Yin spirit appointed by the underworld.

They are far superior to those wandering ghosts and spirits.

If it were an ordinary ghost, the Five Thunder Technique would kill it instantly, forcing it to kneel down and call him "Grandpa."

But this guy stubbornly held on.

Although the chain was snapped open, Yang Guang's hands were also tainted with a layer of yin energy.

This is a characteristic of the Soul-Hooking Rope.

It spreads its yin energy to people with just a touch, just like those random guys handing out their penises on the street.

You can't get rid of it completely.

However, Yang Guang only muttered to himself for a couple of seconds.

next second.

With his left hand, he pulled a yellow talisman from the faded, tattered canvas bag.

The yellow paper was covered with densely packed vermilion patterns, the strokes bold and sharp.

This is not the kind of consumable item he usually uses to stick on the door to block out yin energy.

This is one of Su Chen's most prized possessions!

Yang Guang held the yellow talisman between his right index and middle fingers, made a hand seal with his left hand, and rapidly changed three hand gestures in front of his chest.

The incantation had already left his lips: "Catch the golden whip, and heaven and earth tremble!"

"Stepping on the Seven Stars and Five Thunder Clouds!"

"The six Ding and six Jia move as I command!"

"I've come to summon the God-Slaying Whip!"

"amnesty!"

The last word fell.

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without a flame.

But this time, the flames weren't blue-green.

It's golden.

A blinding golden light exploded from Yang Guang's palm and shot straight into the night sky.

The entire cemetery was brightly lit.

Golden flames spread along the patterns of the yellow talisman, and the ashes did not scatter but instead stretched rapidly in mid-air.

The ashes from the paper coalesced into a nine-foot-long golden whip!

The whip radiated a scorching golden light, with tiny thunder patterns appearing on each section.

The whip's tail swayed gently in the night breeze, producing a crisp, piercing sound.

The God-Slaying Whip.

Specifically designed to counteract evil spirits!

Yang Guang gripped the whip handle with his right hand and flicked his wrist.

The golden whip lashed out in mid-air, creating a beautiful whip flower.

Snapped!

The air was sucked out, creating a visible crack.

Er Lengzi lay prone ten paces away, his two heterochromatic eyes as round as marbles.

"Dad Yang is awesome!"

"That pretentious special effect is worth at least 50 cents!"

Yang Guang was too lazy to pay attention to it.

He gripped the God-Slaying Whip, staring intently at the underworld messengers three steps away.

The underworld official's face finally changed.

The sinister air he had just displayed vanished completely under the golden light of the whip.

Within the area covered by the God-Slaying Whip, the Yin energy on his body was shrinking inward.

The jet-black, soul-reaping rope hummed and vibrated, emitting a grating metallic scraping sound.

"The God-Slaying Whip?"

The underworld official's throat tightened.

Yang Guang curled his lips upwards.

"Do you recognize the goods?"

"That makes things easier."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Guang suddenly kicked off the ground.

He darted out.

The golden whip drew an arc in mid-air, whistling sharply, and lashed straight at the underworld official's shoulder!

The underworld officials were quick to react as well.

He untied the Soul-Hooking Rope twice from his arm and swung it forward.

The black chains and the golden whip collided in mid-air.

clang!

A loud clang of metal clashing.

A purple-gold arc of electricity and a ghostly green flame exploded simultaneously.

Two diametrically opposed forces were locked in a fierce struggle at the point of impact.

Yang Guang's arm went numb from the shock.

But he did not back down.

With a flick of the wrist, the whip bypassed the chain, changing its angle and lifting upwards from below.

The messenger dodged to the side.

The chain came around from another direction and precisely wrapped around the middle of the whip.

Both exerted their strength simultaneously.

The chain and whip were stretched into a straight line.

Yang Guang's sneakers scraped against the white marble bricks with a screeching sound, and he was pulled forward half a step.

Grandpa's.

The strength of this underworld messenger was greater than he had imagined.

Although they are the lowest level of officials, the Yin Messengers are still within the realm of Yin Gods.

He patrols the realms of the living and the dead year-round, and deals with all sorts of evil spirits while carrying a soul-snatching rope; this physique is not something you get from sitting in an office.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth and made a grasping motion in the air with his left hand.

He murmured softly.

"thunder!"

A thin arc of purple electricity rapidly traveled along the golden whip, passing through the point where the two were intertwined, and shot straight toward the right hand of the underworld official holding the chain.

The underworld official felt a sharp pain, and his grip loosened.

The chains came off.

Taking advantage of this opening, Yang Guang pulled back his right hand, the whip circled once in mid-air, and then lashed out a second time.

This whip crackled with lightning.

Snapped!

The whip's tail struck the underworld official's left shoulder with pinpoint accuracy.

A muffled thud.

Half of the underworld official's body was instantly made transparent by the golden light.

He groaned and his ghostly body took three large steps back.

A charred welt was burned on the left shoulder of the woman in the black robe.

Yin energy hissed out from the wound.

It hit.

But it wasn't destroyed.

Yang Guang gripped the whip handle, his breathing quickening.

He had also expended a lot of energy during those three exchanges.

Every crack of the whip, every collision, drained his energy and spirit.

Ironically, although these underworld officials are only at the lowest level, their reaction speed and combat experience are not bad.

The Soul-Hooking Rope's moves are extremely tricky, combining offense and defense.

Once it gets entangled, it pours yin energy into the person; once it shakes off, it can strike the person from a distance.

Yang Guang's fight was far from easy.

The underworld official steadied himself and stared at the charred whip mark on his shoulder.

He looked up, and the way he looked at Yang Guang changed.

It's not fear.

That's ruthless.

"Celestial Master".

The underworld official's voice was extremely low: "You forced me to do this!"