Chapter 532: Chapter 176: The Nine Ranks of Yin Gods in the Underworld! The Spilled Blood of Yin Gods! (A 10,000-word mega Chapter, please subscribe)_2
How was he to answer this?
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trepidation within his heart, and asked Fu Hong, "May I inquire, what is your station within the Netherworld?"
"Punishment Bureau Jail Warden in the Great Zhou territory."
"Hiss!!"
Punishment Department!
Jail Warden!
The Deputy Commander from the Imperial City felt a chill run through his body, for he knew all too well what this meant.
The other ancestors of the Fu Clan were merely Underworld Envoys, and facing these envoys, he, as a Deputy Commander, still had the confidence to converse as an equal.
But now.
For Fu Hong, who served as the Jail Warden in the Punishment Department of the Netherworld within the Great Zhou territory, had become an extremely terrifying figure!
He!
Had become a deity!
A Yin God!
The position of "Jail Warden" in the Netherworld was a ninth-rank divine title, belonging to those relatively low-level Yin Gods. But even the most modest of Yin Gods was far stronger than he, a Deputy Commander in the Imperial City.
The Fu Clan of the Imperial City, having such an old ancestor, how could it fall from grace? Was it because Fu Hong in the Underworld wasn’t too keen on helping his descendants?
And now that he had interfered in the matters of the living, it must be because, at this moment of crisis, he could no longer hold back, right?
After all, if he continued to endure,
The Imperial City’s Fu Clan would be no more!
"Daoist Fan Wu," said the Deputy Commander from the Imperial City to Fan Wu, "with the emergence of a Yin God, this is no longer a matter that I, a mere Deputy Commander, can intervene in."
"Hmm," Fan Wu smiled, "Actually, it’s quite good that you won’t interfere. I’ve never tried fighting a ’battle of magic’ against a Yin God before!"
Fan Wu’s nonchalant attitude left those from the Imperial City dumbfounded.
The Deputy Commander from the Imperial City couldn’t help but remind him, "Daoist Fan Wu, the Jail Warden of the Punishment Department is a ninth-rank Yin God! This ancestor from the Fu Clan, named Fu Hong, is already... already a deity!"
"Hasn’t the information from Guyuan County reached the Imperial City yet?" Fan Wu asked, looking at him with surprise.
"Guyuan County information?" The Deputy Commander from the Imperial City was taken aback.
His expression seemed somewhat baffled.
"The intelligence of your agency really isn’t up to par," Fan Wu shook his head.
The Deputy Commander from the Imperial City: "..."
How did it turn to the ability to gather intelligence?
This county, Guyuan County, which he had hardly heard of, what earth-shattering event had taken place there?
How was he not aware of it?
The Deputy Commander from the Imperial City only knew that this Daoist Fan Wu, who had protected the Destiny Coffin multiple times and frequently assisted the Imperial City’s agency in Nanjun, was far bolder than described in the reports.
He even felt that the agencies in Nanjun had been decidedly too modest and restrained in their descriptions of Daoist Fan Wu.
"All in all, the current situation suits me quite well," Fan Wu said, without giving much of an explanation to the Deputy Commander of the Imperial City in this moment.
A beaming smile spread across his face.
The appearance of an ancestor as a Yin God from the Fu Clan seemed to genuinely delight him.
Such an expression of emotion.
It made several of the Hundred Households from the Imperial City wonder whether this man before them was mad. Did he truly understand the terrifying nature of what he was facing? Did he really grasp the situation he was in now? Did he truly comprehend the extent of the disaster he had caused?
It seemed he did not!
On the other side.
One of the Fu Clan’s Underworld Envoy ancestors stood respectfully beside Fu Hong, now the Jail Warden of the Punishment Department. Beneath the Bamboo Hat, from a face shrouded in obscurity, a pair of heavy, shadowy eyes locked onto Fan Wu,
A voice laden with anger and ominous undertones emitted from its mouth: "Ignorant junior! Audacious and reckless! You have insulted the Fu Clan, bullied our descendants! Even daring to belittle our ancestor Fu Hong, such insolence is simply infuriating!"
It continued to shout furiously, "Seeing a Yin God descend to the human realm, why have you not knelt? Today, I shall make you kneel! Kowtow and apologize for the souls of the hundreds of our Fu Clan’s wronged descendants!"
As the voice of the Fu Clan’s Underworld Envoy ancestor fell, it charged towards Fan Wu!
At this moment, its weaponry was the same as other Underworld Envoys.
The left hand held a dilapidated Soul-Collecting Umbrella, while the right hand wielded a Mourning Stick.
It surged towards Fan Wu, trailing behind it a drag of gray-brown Yin Energy.
In its right hand, it brandished a long Mourning Stick.
Fiercely, it swung down at Fan Wu’s head! With this bludgeoning strike, it was quite confident it could shatter Fan Wu’s physical form on the spot, reducing this damnable miscreant to nothing but his soul!
"Die!!!"
Crack!
Just as the Mourning Stick was about to hit the top of Fan Wu’s head, the Underworld Envoy ancestor’s expression suddenly changed. It heard a breaking sound coming from something it had stepped on, resembling stilts.
It lost its balance and the strike with the Mourning Stick intended for Fan Wu consequently missed its target.
The tall and lanky figure was about to collapse uncontrollably to the ground.
In a frantic glance downward, it could see that Fan Wu had kicked and broken the stilts beneath its feet!
As it toppled to one side, it caught sight of a large hand reaching towards it! This hand approached at a speed that seemed slow, but it found that it couldn’t dodge at all, which meant that the impression of slowness was mere illusion.
The Underworld Envoy ancestor realized its head had been grasped by the opponent!
