He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Hearing this from a distance, Chu Sheng, carrying a large speaker, scurried over.

He stood beside Yang Guang, looked up at the underworld messengers in mid-air, and then looked at Yang Guang.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, is this the sixth brother you mentioned last time who stole your business?"

"Judging by that uniform, are they official employees of the Underworld?"

Yang Guang sneered: "Formal my ass!"

"That's a scoundrel who stole from his own post!"

"He's colluding with that wicked monk from Thailand! If I don't skin him alive today, I'll walk backwards from now on!"

The underworld official trembled with rage as he listened to the two men repeatedly calling him a corrupt official.

He was a dignified underworld official; how could he have ever suffered such humiliation?

"A mere child!"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

The underworld official suddenly formed an extremely complex hand seal in front of his chest.

He instantly mobilized the remaining Yin energy around him, transforming it into several extremely sharp black wind blades.

"I came here today to take your life!"

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Those black wind blades, accompanied by extremely mournful howls, hurtled straight toward Yang Guang and Chu Sheng's faces!

Yang Guang's eyes sharpened.

"Fatty!"

"receive!"

Chu Sheng took a step forward with perfect understanding, and the 250-pound piece of fat was like a wall of sighs.

He held the large porcelain cup high with both hands.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

"World Honored One, Ksitigarbha!"

"Please shield this humble monk!"

He let out a loud shout.

A huge golden swastika symbol suddenly appeared on the large porcelain cup.

The wind blades struck the golden seal, instantly exploding into countless black specks of light.

Taking advantage of this opening, Yang Guang used the Seven Star Steps to propel himself forward like an arrow.

He gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword tightly in his right hand.

"I'll show you what the wrath of the last Celestial Master is all about today!"

Yang Guang pulled out two golden Five Thunder Talismans that he had drawn beforehand from his waist.

It slapped against the sword with a loud crack.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple, transform into divine thunder!"

"The mighty power of Heaven, let us unleash it with our swords!"

"Imperial Edict!"

A blinding golden lightning bolt instantly exploded on the sword.

Yang Guang pushed off the stone wall beside him with both legs, using the force to rise more than three meters.

He raised the wooden sword, crackling with violent lightning, high in both hands and slashed it down fiercely at the underworld messengers in mid-air!

"Give me a piece of your mind and spit out all your customers!"

When the underworld official saw the blinding Five Thunderbolts Orthodox Law, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

I never expected that this kid's lightning magic would be even more powerful than last time!

"Damn it!"

The underworld official cursed under his breath, not daring to take the blow head-on, and suddenly retreated backward.

However, Yang Guang had already anticipated this move: "Trying to run away?"

"Did you ask my dog?!"

The simpleton below had only eaten half a meal and was now craving more food.

Upon hearing Yang Guang's instructions...

Er Lengzi's heterochromatic eyes widened instantly.

"Woof!"

"Old Deng, your life is mine!"

It bit directly into a piece of tattered cloth that the underworld official had just dropped.

An incredibly magical scene unfolded.

An extremely strong suction force suddenly erupted from Er Lengzi's dog mouth.

Even from a distance of four or five meters, it forcefully grabbed a wisp of Yin energy from the Yin messenger!

"Get down here!"

Er Lengzi gripped the ground tightly with all four legs, his head tilting back as if in a tug-of-war.

The suction force wasn't strong, but it was extremely disgusting.

This significantly slowed down the retreat of the underworld messengers.

In that fraction of a second of pause, the lightning-struck wooden sword in Yang Guang's hand had already arrived!

"Boom!"

The golden lightning struck the underworld official squarely on the shoulder.

The underworld official let out an extremely tragic howl as a large chunk of soul on his shoulder was instantly reduced to ashes by lightning and fire.

He was like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed straight down from mid-air.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily into the black puddle on the ground.

Yang Guang landed smoothly.

Carrying a lightning-struck wooden sword, he pressed closer and closer.

Er Lengzi, that scoundrel, ran up to the underworld official with extreme servility and stepped on his head.

It grinned arrogantly, sneering, "Oh crap, weren't you so cocky just now?"

"Weren't you going to kick Dogmaster's nose?"

"Try giving that to Dogmaster again?"

"Believe it or not, I'll give you a demonstration today of swallowing a ghost alive!"

The underworld official lay prone in the mud and water, the lightning and fire on his shoulder still relentlessly consuming his soul.

He stared at the husky that was stepping on his head with extreme humiliation.

I was so angry I almost split open on the spot.

How could a dignified underworld official be trampled underfoot by a dog?

Yang Guang walked up to the underworld messenger.

Looking down at him, the wooden sword in his hand was still crackling.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you satisfied with today's spectacle?"

Yang Guang squatted down and patted the pale face of the underworld official with the tip of his wooden sword.

"Speak!"

"Where did my eighty clients go?"

"And where is that Thai monk, Taiku,?"

The underworld official gritted his teeth and glared defiantly at Yang Guang.

"You dare to lay a hand on the underworld officials?"

"So what if he's a Celestial Master!"

"Do you know that killing underworld officials violates the ironclad laws of the underworld?!"

Yang Guang almost laughed out of anger when he heard this.

He swung a powerful slap across the face of the underworld official with his other hand, making a very loud noise.

"Snapped!"

"You're fucking lecturing me on ironclad rules?"

"You colluded with a wicked monk to create this heinous water demon formation; aren't you afraid of going to the eighteenth level of hell?"

"Even if I really beat you to a pulp today, it will be doing justice for Heaven!"

Chu Sheng was extremely cooperative on the side.

This fat guy simply grabbed his large Bluetooth speaker, pressed the switch, and the colorful ambient lights started flashing.

An extremely frenetic heavy metal DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra instantly resounded throughout the tomb.

"Brother Guang, we can't just use physical means to deal with these stubborn deadbeats."

"This humble monk will now give him a high-intensity soul-washing and salvation package."

Chu Sheng squatted down and shoved the speaker hard against the underworld official's ear.

"Amitabha! Take this stereo torture from this humble monk!"

"Let's recite the Great Compassion Mantra!"

The ghost messengers were so shaken by the deafening booming sound that their souls twitched.

He looked at Yang Guang in despair.

What kind of incredible combination is this?!

A Taoist priest who draws his sword at the slightest provocation.

A monk who used sound to perform a physical ritual to deliver the deceased.

There's also a husky that speaks with a thick Northeastern accent and specializes in sucking away people's yin energy!

This setup is absolutely phenomenal even in the entire paranormal community!

Er Lengzi impatiently stomped on the Yinchai's face with his dog paw.

"Father Yang, why waste your breath on him!"

"Since he won't repay the kindness, then let's not waste this precious body!"

"My stomach has been growling with hunger for ages!"

Er Lengzi opened his blood-red mouth, as if about to bite down.

This time.

The underworld official couldn't hold back any longer; he was genuinely terrified of this dog!

"Don't!"

"I'll say it!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

The underworld messenger screamed in terror.

Yang Guang raised his hand with a cold smile: "Fatty, turn off the sound system."

"Let him speak slowly."

Yang Guang used the lightning-struck wooden sword to lift the chin of the underworld official.

His eyes were as cold as knives.

"If you dare utter a single lie, I'll turn you into dog food and feed you to this stupid dog for its midnight snack!"