Chapter 534: 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)_4
"Brat, cease your wild arrogance!" A fierce shout came from above.
Fan Wu looked up,
only to discover that the Fu Clan ancestor named "Fu Hong" had, at some point, risen dozens of meters into the air. The weapon in his hand was a pitch-black, long-handled Wolf Fang Club.
He!
Had made his move!
Fu Hong, plummeting straight down, held the long handle of the Wolf Fang Club with both hands, roared furiously, and smashed it down towards Fan Wu below.
The Wolf Fang Club hadn’t even hit Fan Wu’s body yet,
but the sweeping wind pressure was already so strong that some of the nearby Yin Envoys couldn’t help but retreat in shock and fear.
Clang!!!
The sudden sound of metal colliding indicated that, at some unperceived moment, Fan Wu had instantaneously drawn the Demon-slaying Sword.
And held it above his head.
The ground under Fan Wu’s feet cracked, and the dozen or so Yin Envoys who had retreated a distance still couldn’t withstand the onrushing blast and were knocked back a dozen steps by the shockwave.
Even the Divine Envoys farther away couldn’t block the residual force of the battle.
Each of the Divine Envoy centurions stumbled to maintain control of their bodies, flying backward.
Fortunately, they steadied themselves in time and landed firmly on the ground.
Without too much embarrassment.
The Deputy Commander, however, did not fly backward; he remained firmly in place, squinting his eyes against the gusty wind blowing in his face.
"He blocked it..." The Deputy Commander watched the scene, genuinely surprised that Daoist Fan Wu was so ferocious!
This was a strike from a deity, even if just barely a Yin God by a thread.
But still, a Yin God!
"Inconceivable!" The Deputy Commander felt that if it was him, he would probably have been crippled by that strike, even if he had been prepared.
If he had been completely unprepared and caught the blow in haste,
he believed his life...
could have been reset.
"Ancestor Fu Hong has made his move..." One of the Fu Clan’s ancestral Yin Envoys took a deep breath of Yin Energy, feeling somewhat ashamed and embarrassed inside, as after all, so many Yin Envoys combined had not managed to defeat their opponent.
"But how did that man manage to block it?" Another ancestral Yin Envoy of the Fu Clan, watching the tense clash between the two, was extremely astonished.
"That sword of his doesn’t look simple – it seems like the Demon-slaying Sword of the True Martial Great Emperor!"
"The Demon-slaying Sword? Impossible! That’s the divine sword of the True Martial Great Emperor. How could a mere mortal possess it? That must be an imitation that looks similar."
"What kind of monster is he? I didn’t even notice any fluctuation in his mana; how could he have blocked that strike?!"
"No! It’s like he doesn’t have any mana at all!"
"This guy must be some kind of demon! He just got lucky blocking one strike, but his luck can’t possibly continue to hold."
"That’s right!!!"
"..."
When the oldest ancestor of the Fu Clan, "Fu Hong," chose to take action, these other ancestral Fu Clan Yin Envoys no longer had a chance to intervene, not even to assist Fu Hong.
If a Yin God of the Underworld needed the help of his subordinate Yin Envoys to deal with a mere mortal,
what would happen if that news spread to the Netherworld?
Wouldn’t it become a laughingstock in the Underworld?
Moreover, even if they wanted to help, they lacked the ability to do so.
The tumultuous remnants of the battle already prevented them from getting close.
If they rashly approached at this moment...
they were likely to get caught in it!
If they didn’t die at the hands of some enemy, but instead at the hands of their own ancestor Fu Hong,
boy, there’d be nowhere to even cry for justice!
The Yin Envoys of the Fu Clan all had great confidence in their ancestor Fu Hong, unanimously believing that Fan Wu couldn’t possibly withstand more than three moves against him.
Being able to block one move was already a stroke of luck; even if he could withstand another, it would most likely be a burst of good fortune—there’s no way he could continually block three moves, right?
Only Fu Hong himself, at this moment, was utterly shocked deep down!
Because when his Magic Artifact, the Wolf Fang Club, collided with Fan Wu’s Demon-slaying Sword,
he felt a shockingly clear...
recoil force.
Making his palms tingle with soreness!
He knew well what that meant—the strength of the man before him was not beneath his.
This guy...
what in heaven’s name was he?!
"I thought that finding over a dozen Yin Envoy ancestors in the Fu Clan of the Great Zhou Imperial City was a surprise enough, yet I didn’t expect to stumble upon such a big fish like you," Fan Wu also felt the enormous strength of the Yin God.
But he wasn’t overly alarmed, as this was anticipated.
At this moment, Fan Wu.
was boiling with the intent to kill!
[Punishment Bureau Jail Warden of the Netherworld—Life Force: 23400—Power: 211—Skills...]
[Power] The attribute breaking through 200 is something that Fan Wu had only seen in a Divine Envoy god-descended by The Great Revered One and an Earth Deity from Guyuan County corrupted by the Witch Immortal’s Evil God.
This so-called Punishment Bureau Jail Warden was the third enemy Fan Wu had encountered that broke through the threshold of 200 in the [Power] attribute.
Fan Wu had realized something.
Only those who exceed the [Power] attribute of 200 had the right to be called a "God"!
And yet...
This was just the bottom tier!
