Chapter 198: A Night of Trials and Uncertain Futures

XiXi tilted her head, and the moment she tried to pick up a sound froze.

She couldn’t believe her ears.

Her wide, sparkling eyes darted toward her father and mother.

In that instant.

XiXi felt as if the sky were falling.

Were her dad and mom… abandoning her?

Were they no longer treating her as their only little treasure?

Confused and disoriented, she felt the world spin as tears welled up uncontrollably, making it hard to breathe from sorrow.

Both Zhang Ya and Li Che were caught off guard, never expecting XiXi to burst into tears so suddenly.

Li Che knew even a four-year-old had thoughts of her own, which is why he had discussed it with Zhang Ya beforehand.

He would never easily disregard XiXi’s feelings.

Zhang Ya floundered, her heart pounding with worry, not expecting such an intense reaction.

At that moment, she finally understood her husband’s words: even a child has her own mind, and her feelings must not be ignored.

Zhang Ya quickly scooped XiXi into her arms and comforted her.

XiXi, tilting her head, let tears stream down her cheeks, splattering onto the bedspread.

Her imagination ran wild: if her parents had a new baby, they’d surely abandon her—leaving her to climb Golden Light Peak every day to seek out the elder for training, have to go out to buy braised pork trotters, or even scavenge for money to support the family…

The very thought made her feel utterly aggrieved.

Even after Zhang Ya’s soothing words, XiXi’s mood didn’t improve; the little girl silently wept, without fuss.

Zhang Ya felt as if a heavy hammer had struck her heart.

“Husband… please, do something!”

Zhang Ya looked pleadingly at Li Che.

At her words, Li Che smiled gently.

He took XiXi from Zhang Ya’s arms.

Ruffling her hair, he said with a smile, “Alright, no more tears. We’re all big kids now—no more crying.”

But his words had little effect; XiXi still looked very upset, her nose red, her big eyes streaked with tears, and the reddened circles around them stood out starkly on her fair skin.

Li Che continued, “If you stop crying, Dad will take you to see braised pork trotters and the big dog.”

At his words, as if a switch had flipped in her mind, XiXi took a sharp sniff, looked at Li Che with tear-filled eyes and a slobbery smile.

“Really, Dad? Is that true?”

she asked.

Li Che pinched her cheek.

“When has Dad ever lied to you?”

Immediately, a sparkle of tears filled XiXi’s eyes as she beamed happily and insisted on making a pinky promise with him.

Nearby, Zhang Ya let out a long sigh.

She didn’t dare mention anything about having another baby.

Of course, she knew it was pointless now; she’d wait until her own strength improved, until she could better endure her husband’s physical essence.

Or perhaps, until XiXi grew a little older.

Li Che chuckled as he looked at a pouting, slightly remorseful Zhang Ya, ruffling her hair affectionately.

Then, embracing XiXi, he used a Feilei Chess Piece to teleport them directly to an alley in Luohua Alley.

In her daze, XiXi noticed a small restaurant glowing under the soft light.

“We’ll have a dish of braised pork trotters and then go to sleep,” Li Che declared.

XiXi nodded obediently.

Her little stomach had already begun to grumble loudly.

At the restaurant’s entrance, a large black dog lay dozing on the ground, its breathing rhythmic; sensing Li Che’s steps, it barely opened an eye, exhaling warm air before turning back to sleep.

“Daddy! Doggie! Wow, a dog!”

XiXi’s excited scream rang out.

The big black dog jumped in surprise, its eyes widening as it suddenly sprang up, its front paws thudding the ground as it prepared to move.

Li Che was momentarily speechless—why was the big dog reacting so dramatically?

After all, his daughter was hardly some demon!

Gently setting XiXi down, Li Che watched as she dashed over to the dog, coming to an abrupt halt in front of it, her cherubic face fixed on the creature.

The dog immediately relaxed—oh, it wasn’t her.

A flash of sadness crossed the dog’s eyes before a rare warmth emerged.

The big dog stooped beside XiXi and licked her gently.

XiXi burst into giggles, her earlier sadness and worries completely forgotten.

The big black dog, now standing impressively tall, amazed Li Che, who had never seen the dog so upright.

He watched it with curious admiration.

Ding-a-ling—

The curtain was lifted as a young man in white stepped out slowly, his gaze soft as it fell on XiXi.

“What will you have?”

“This little girl is acting up late—let’s get her a dish of braised pork trotters to satisfy her cravings,” the young man said.

The owner nodded lightly at his words.

Then he turned and entered the restaurant.

Moments later, XiXi sat at a table, devouring her meal while the big black dog lounged contentedly by the table.

Li Che sat and enjoyed tea with the young owner.

The tea had a unique flavor—sweet at first, then unfolding into a myriad of tastes as it went down.

“Excellent tea!”

Li Che exclaimed in admiration.

The owner asked, “What makes it so good?”

Li Che paused, unable to pinpoint why—it just tasted unlike any tea he’d ever had.

XiXi happily ate while they both watched her.

She even offered a piece of braised pork trotter to the big black dog.

“Doggie, share it with me!”

XiXi laughed joyfully.

After finishing her food, Li Che patiently wiped the greasy oil from XiXi’s hands and cleaned her mouth.

Then, XiXi dashed off to play with the big black dog again.

Night had fallen, and a soft drizzle blurred the world.

Inside the restaurant, warm mist filled the air as XiXi rode on the big dog’s neck, which looked utterly indulgent.

The scene seemed frozen in a beautiful moment.

Not letting her play too long, Li Che picked XiXi up.

Just as Li Che was about to take out a Gold Leaf, the owner waved his hand, saying, “Today, this meal’s on me, XiXi.”

Hearing this, Li Che didn’t argue.

“Goodbye, boss; goodbye, doggie; and XiXi, come back another day!”

XiXi beamed happily, waving energetically in farewell.

A gentle smile cracked the owner’s usually stern face as he nodded.

The big black dog snorted softly and wagged its tail.

Father and daughter watched as they disappeared into the rainy mist.

The owner, watching XiXi vanish, took some tobacco from a sachet at his waist, rolled it in white paper, flicked it with his fingers, and then lit up.

He took a deep drag—

and exhaled a plume of smoke.

The smoke billowed from his lips and teeth.

The gentle rain made everything appear hazy.

……

……

Later, Li Che walked through a narrow alley, cradling XiXi in his arms.

Rain fell, yet Li Che’s inner energy dispersed the droplets.

It even illuminated the dark passage.

“Daddy, I understand now! Once my little siblings are born, I’ll protect them—I’m growing up!”

XiXi clenched her little fist against her sleeve and said earnestly.

Li Che glanced at her and gently tapped her small, charming nose.

But he chose not to pursue the topic further.

They returned to a small courtyard halfway up Zheng Lei Peak.

As soon as XiXi arrived, she darted into Zhang Ya’s arms, and with a soft expression, Zhang Ya took her to bed.

Deep into the night, Li Che transformed into the Ogre and helped XiXi stimulate her divine weapon, merging energies and refining her body.

Li Che provided the training stick while XiXi comforted with sweet dates; surprisingly, the fusion of the divine weapon advanced faster than expected.

The next day.

At daybreak, the rare clear sky emerged and the rain ceased.

Li Che escorted XiXi up Golden Light Peak, where Sang Guanyin had been waiting early. Following a previous assassination attempt, Sang Guanyin was extra cautious.

After taking XiXi’s hand, Sang Guanyin smiled gently at Li Che.

“Daddy, will you take me to see the dog again tonight?” XiXi asked hopefully, her eyes sparkling.

Li Che ruffled her hair, replying, “That depends on how well you perform.”

“If you train hard, I’ll take you along,” he added.

“Yay! I promise to train seriously!”

XiXi clenched her fist with determination.

Li Che smiled, bid her farewell, and left Golden Light Peak.

Sang Guanyin then brought XiXi to Golden Light Peak Plaza, where a group of children had gathered under the clear sky.

Nan Lihuo, Wang Kuyu, and Elder Jiao Shaoqiu stood on the white jade steps in front of the Divine Temple, deep in conversation.

Nan Lihuo’s kindly gaze shifted from XiXi as he said, “Elder Jiao… Sect Leader, will XiXi have a chance to become a disciple this time?”

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu, aware of Nan Lihuo’s thoughts, replied, “This will be the last disciple personally trained by the Sect Leader. As the top deity of Lingnan Path, his recruitment is no trivial matter…”

“People from countless ancient families under Lingnan Path—from Longyuan Path to Jiangnan Path and other neighboring cities—are sharpening their wits, all hoping to secure this coveted slot. In the Orthodox Divine Sect, aside from a few inner disciples of senior elders, many are waiting eagerly.”

“After all, becoming the final personal disciple of the Sect Leader carries an entirely different significance.”

“Considering the Sect Leader is the top deity of the Divine Sect—a powerhouse among all—the selection process cannot be a quiet affair.”

Nan Lihuo added, “Naturally, you can’t just quietly accept XiXi as a disciple.”

Nan Lihuo grew anxious, exclaiming, “XiXi’s talent is truly remarkable! Her Temple Spirit Resonance was astonishing—she captured 70% of the Temple Spirit’s divine essence!”

Nan Lihuo knew that once he assassinated Su Huai Li, it would be nearly impossible for him to remain at Jin Guang Mansion.

He had limited time to secure the best possible conditions for XiXi.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu reassured him, “Don’t worry. When the Sect Leader recruits disciples, it’s not just about talent—it’s also about character, temperament, and more. A fair comprehensive evaluation will be made…”

Nan Lihuo’s face fell with disappointment.

He had hoped that with XiXi’s talent, she might be chosen without further tests.

He admitted, “XiXi’s talent is indeed impressive… but all the children vying for the Sect Leader’s final personal disciple slot possess extraordinary abilities.”

“Most hail from various Bizarre Temples, their Temple Spirit Resonance reaching at least 60% of the divine essence.”

“Moreover, high Temple Spirit Resonance isn’t the sole determining factor in becoming the Sect Leader’s disciple.”

“Take Ji Haihui and Tie Shancai, for instance—their Temple Spirit Resonance might be low, but their bloodlines are exceptional, with astounding martial and divine talents. Some ancient families might even dedicate their best prodigy for this coveted slot.”

“In my opinion, Ji Haihui’s talent doesn’t measure up to that of his older brothers. I believe it’s mainly the tainted Dragon God blood that interfered with King Ping Luan’s Martial Saint bloodline…”

“The union of human and dragon—offspring of different species—are either mediocre or monstrous…”

“And as for Ji Haihui, he hardly qualifies as monstrous.”

Nan Lihuo felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Indeed, the four sons of Ji Mo Li were the true monsters, and Ji Haihui seemed more like a compromise.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu’s withered face softened into a faint smile as he said, “Don’t worry—I promise that once we return to the Orthodox Divine Sect, I’ll recommend XiXi to the Sect Leader’s wife…”

Nan Lihuo’s eyes lit up.

Jiang, as astute as ever, proved that experience trumps youth.

……

……

Whoosh—

A gust of wind arose, and the weather cleared.

Today, for once, there was neither rain nor snow.

Li Che returned to the small courtyard in Luohua Alley.

In the courtyard, the six Painted Immortal clones were practicing their combined attack techniques with noticeable coordination.

Yet for now, these combined techniques seemed of little use.

Once Li Che’s cultivation improved enough for his Painted Immortal clones to manifest a thousand master clones, then these techniques would truly unleash their fury.

At that moment…

One man equaled an army!

Li Che sat cross-legged, a Mud Pellet resting between his brows as his inner spirit trembled and burst forth in radiant light.

Within the Cosmic Chessboard, the divine essence of the Fire-Eyed, Astonished Spirit Ape Temple Spirit, aided by the Summon the Divine technique, was frantically merging into his divine foundation.

Almost all of it had already merged.

The speed was even faster than expected—what Li Che had thought would take four or five days now seemed to be done in barely three.

A completed fusion was like a draft sketched on wood, making the subsequent carving much easier.

Thus, Li Che would naturally step into the Divine Vision realm.

Taking out a Sixfold Divine Essence Crystal, he gripped it tightly and began to refine and devour its divine essence.

The enhancement from his Pure Heart Dao Fruit had significantly accelerated his absorption of the Sixfold Divine Essence Crystal, and his other divine foundations were growing steadily.

After completing the divine essence absorption, Li Che slowly opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Where should I summon the other temple spirits from?”

This was a dilemma that greatly troubled him.

The Seven-Whorl Divine Foundation, which housed seven temple spirits, was no small matter.

“Outside of Jingguang City at Jin Guang Mansion, there is a Bizarre Temple of the Eight Extremes—perhaps I should try that.”

“If it’s a Seven-Yuan Bizarre Temple, that might work too, but beyond that, using Summon the Divine could be perilous.”

Li Che narrowed his eyes.

He recalled the Bizarre Temple being torn open, as if by terrifying cyan fingers ready to destroy the heavens.

A sense of oppression inexplicably washed over him.

What exactly was that cyan finger…?

He didn’t dwell on it further.

Leaping into the courtyard, Li Che began his martial practice.

A storm of clashing winds erupted, turbulent currents swirling around him!

“Whoosh—”

“Suck—”

Inside the courtyard,

Li Che’s energy surged as his blood, like quicksilver, propelled a terrifying force; winds burst from his pores, whipping the courtyard into a wild frenzy!

His clenched fingers executed a series of evolving fist techniques, moving from slow to rapid—so fast that only blurred traces remained, followed by countless thunderous roars reminiscent of dragons!

Wanlong Fushen!

Lost in his practice, Li Che’s flowing robes seemed infused with liquid metal, slicing the air with deadly precision.

His punches, like dragons, surged from his knees, waist, arms, and elbows, converging at his fist to form a terrifying force with each exhalation!

Thud—

The powerful, weighty punches became elusive and dreamlike!

Countless dragon silhouettes swirled and intertwined around Li Che, the air rippling like waves as it was thrown ten meters away, sending shockwaves throughout the courtyard!

Plop.

After finishing a set of fist techniques, Li Che didn’t hesitate to swallow a Sixth-Stage Pill, which tumbled into his stomach like falling into a deep well.

A surge of heat radiated from his skin, causing the courtyard’s temperature to spike dramatically.

“Wanlong Fushen… truly, with Martial Saint himself guiding, it’s on another level.”

“Master level… achieved.”

Li Che’s eyes shone with brilliance.

In clashes between grandmasters, aside from differences in physical foundation, there were also disparities in martial arts cultivation.

A grandmaster who has truly mastered the essence of Martial Saint Technique can easily subdue another, even if they too have reached Master level.

Li Che was somewhat amazed—everything was coming naturally.

This Wanlong Fushen technique had been mastered at the Master level with unexpected ease.

Spreading his hand, he felt as though countless invisible dragon silhouettes swirled within his palm—this was the true essence of his Martial Saint technique, Wanlong Fushen!

The second Martial Saint technique… complete!

Li Che’s eyes sparkled as if thousands of dragon forms flowed within them.

“My heart has been refined with the true essence of Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant!”

“But what about my liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys…? Which organ should be refined with the true essence of Wanlong Fushen?”

Li Che stood motionless, his palm clutching the swirling true essence as his eyes flashed like lightning.

If we follow the five elements—wood for the liver, fire for the heart, earth for the spleen, metal for the lungs, and water for the kidneys—

the Martial Saint techniques he practiced defied such classifications; refining his organs might even attach elemental attributes to his martial arts.

For instance, his Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant allowed him to refine his heart—the very source of life and blood circulation.

Thus, he refined his heart with the Dragon Elephant essence.

“Wanlong Fushen, then, will refine the lungs.”

Li Che finally made his decision.

With that thought, his fingers clenched tightly and that martial true essence, roaring like a dragon, surged into his body!

Within his lungs, it flowed, clashing like metal on metal!

His eyes shone brilliantly; in the next moment, his chest swelled, and with a deep breath, it was as if thousands of dragons roared and lunged out with every inhale!

The entire courtyard was engulfed by ferocious winds and turbulent gusts!

It took a hundred breaths before the storm gradually subsided.

A faint, golden-hued Divine Guts appeared on Li Che’s palm, pulsating with a violent energy.

At times it took on a dragon shape; at others, it exploded like golden weaponry.

“The second kind of Divine Guts…”

Li Che’s fingers twitched, and the Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant Divine Guts emerged in a brilliant red, as clear as glazed glass.

It was indeed distinct from the Divine Guts of Wanlong Fushen.

Clenching his fist, he felt two types of Divine Guts simultaneously withdraw into his body.

With each breath, he calmed his mind.

Suddenly,

Li Che’s eyes flickered as if dark golden currents surged through them.

“Are you planning to flee?”

It seemed that last night’s group had indeed been detected.

“Shouldn’t it have been sensed through the Seven-Yuan Corpse Incantation Mother Seal?”

Li Che’s muscular arm trembled, his eyes interlacing like the patterns of the Cosmic Chessboard.

In that vision, a luxurious Jiaoma carriage from Qin Mansion was speeding along Long Street, headed out of Jingguang City.

And inside the carriage,

Li Che sensed the presence of Qin Fenghuo, and beyond him, the Qin Family Patriarch, Qin Di Kun.

Was this meant to send Qin Fenghuo out of Jingguang City?

To scatter and escape?

Last night, Li Che had planned to strike—but then he overheard a secret.

News about the Yulian Divine Essence Lotus Seed, the Third Prince’s mythical weapon (Qiankun Ring), and even rumors that they intended to capture XiXi.

Li Che’s eyes now flashed with surging dark golden electricity, tearing through the air as an extremely violent aura emerged.

Had the Lotus Seed finally condensed?

Clenching his fingers, he donned the Ogre Mask over his face as his energy surged, making his muscles and bones shudder as though breaking free of their shackles.

His flesh swelled to a height of two and a half meters, his triangular back pressing against bulging muscles that piled together to form a ghostly visage!

Could this be the Seven-Yuan Corpse God Envoy of the Corpse God Sect in Jingguang Mansion?

They had hidden it for so long.

Even Li Che had been kept in the dark.

Today…

it was time to hit the road.

……

……

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The Jiaoma let out a piercing whinny as the Carriage Master furiously whipped it, making its veins seem to ignite like flames.

Pulling at the luxurious carriage, it sped out beyond the city like a streak of fire!

Escape!

They were fleeing!

Inside the carriage, Qin Fenghuo’s dark eye circles and the pitch-black pattern on his brow manifested as three black Yulian Lotus Seeds, pulsing with dense temple spirit divine essence.

Also inside was another figure—Qin Mansion’s Patriarch, Qin Di Kun.

At that moment, Qin Di Kun looked at Qin Fenghuo with a complex expression.

Qin Fenghuo’s lips curved into a subtle smile.

Suddenly, the Jiaoma carriage reached the city gate and was halted by the Divine Guard Army.

The soldiers were anxious—the carriage was speeding too fast; what was its purpose?

Yet the carriage showed no sign of slowing.

“Move aside,” Qin Di Kun ordered as he emerged from the carriage, casting a cold, indifferent glance at the soldiers.

Their hairs stood on end as they quickly stepped aside, letting the Jiaoma carriage speed past, whipping up a wild gust.

“Is that… Qin Mansion’s Patriarch Qin Di Kun?!”

The Divine Guard soldiers looked on in stunned silence.

They dared not obstruct further, letting the carriage speed away.

However,

just as the carriage left Jingguang City’s walls,

a sudden, terrifying pressure slammed onto the Jiaoma, bending its front leg bones until they shattered onto the ground.

Qin Di Kun grabbed Qin Fenghuo from the carriage and hoisted him high.

He stood atop the overturned carriage, with the wheels still spinning furiously.

His robes billowed as his face contorted in a grim expression, an oppressive aura like a mountain descending from all sides.

He calmly lowered Qin Fenghuo, who stood silently in the carriage.

Qin Fenghuo, with his darkened eyes, stared intently in one direction.

“The will of the martial way… the will of a grandmaster…”

Qin Di Kun trembled uncontrollably.

He stared into the distance.

There…

amidst rising dust and swirling winds, a figure emerged, cloaked in billowing black smoke.

The figure slowly lifted its head, revealing a face hidden behind a fearsome Bull Head Mask, a scar slashed across it by a fingernail.

A burly man clad in armored gear gripped a Hatchet in one hand.

As he swung, the Hatchet became shrouded in black smoke, transforming into a Crescent Blade that he slung over his shoulder.

“Grandmaster… Xue Dufu!”

“The Underworld!!!”

Qin Di Kun’s scalp went numb!

Sure enough…

Qin Tiangang had once told him that when they were targeted, the first thought would be of the Underworld.

And only the Underworld would pursue the Corpse God Sect so relentlessly!

Now, following Qin Tiangang’s orders, Qin Di Kun had led Qin Fenghuo away from Jin Guang Mansion—only to be intercepted by experts from the Underworld.

A grandmaster indeed…

Qin Di Kun sighed.

Meanwhile, Qin Fenghuo let out a low chuckle.

“The Underworld, huh…”

“Indeed, it’s the Underworld,” he added.

Qin Fenghuo looked upward, a dark hue spreading over his lips into black as his eyes grew even more mysterious and eerie.

“Where are the Ogre, Ma Mian, and Divine Monkey?”

“Are you really letting just one traitor stop me?”

“You look down on me, don’t you?”

He suddenly clenched his fist and, without warning, plunged his hand into Qin Di Kun’s chest.

For a moment, Qin Di Kun howled in excruciating pain.

In the distance, Xue Dufu, wielding his Crescent Blade, delivered a powerful kick that split the ground open into a deep pit as he bolted forward.

Yet…

a torrent of dark energy erupted from Qin Di Kun, his Divine Vision contorting into a terrifying, grotesque display as he channeled the image of the temple spirit.

Countless Undead Curse Seals clung to his body.

In an instant, the venerable Qin Family Patriarch’s eyes turned blood-red, and his flesh seemed completely drained, as the Undead Curse Seals on his body glowed with a silvery light!

Cursed Silver Corpse!

Though this state—achieved by draining one’s life force—could not last long,

it could at least delay Xue Dufu, the grandmaster, for a moment.

And for Qin Fenghuo, it was enough.

As for Ogre, Ma Mian, and Divine Monkey—the infamous Underworld trio—if they hadn’t yet come after him, it meant

they were likely off to confront Yuan Jingang.

That would perfectly align with Yuan Jingang’s intentions.

Besides, underestimating him would cost the Underworld dearly.

Today marked the day of reckoning between the Corpse God Sect at Jingguang Mansion and the Underworld!

After today…

there would be no Underworld!

Qin Fenghuo sneered as three Divine Essence Lotus Seeds floated around him.

He raised his hand and rapidly formed intricate seals; with each formation, threads of deathly and corpse energy seeped out from him.

Finally, his entire arm was covered by dense Undead Curse Seals; his arm swelled, and one finger pressed down upon one of the Divine Essence Lotus Seeds.

Then, an overwhelming surge of dead energy burst out from him,

as if he were forming a formation to summon something dreadfully formidable from the abyss.

However…

The cold sneer on Qin Fenghuo’s face quickly froze.

The moment his finger touched the Lotus Seed,

he discovered that a dagger had silently appeared, resting against his neck.

His eyes, dark beneath heavy circles, narrowed as he saw a shadow-like figure crawling out, contorting from his own silhouette.

It was… a Divine Practitioner?!

Wasn’t that a sign of disrespect?

A grandmaster, a Divine Practitioner…

He was just a child—must it be this extreme?!

“Shadow… Guardian?”

Qin Fenghuo’s eyes shrank in disbelief.

Could the Shadow Guardian not be dead?!

Could the Underworld really…

bring someone back to life?!

Just as that thought arose,

a soft sound—

his head was severed.

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At Qin Mansion.

The vast Qin Mansion was shrouded in eerie silence.

A thick stench of blood filled the air.

At the main seat,

Qin Tiangang, clad in a black robe, sat quietly with his head bowed, his silver fingers gently drumming on the table.

And Qin Family head Qin Cang, pale and despairing, slumped in his chair.

Below them,

the bodies of countless Qin Family members lay scattered.

The moment Qin Di Kun sent Qin Fenghuo away from Qin Mansion,

Patriarch Qin Tiangang began his ruthless massacre, gathering all Qin Family members together,

and slaughtered them all.

Corpses lay everywhere, blood continuously flowing,

forming a gruesome and terrifying tableau.

Qin Cang, neck stiff, slowly lifted his head, gazing over the lifeless bodies of his kin.

He looked outside.

Sure enough, their collusion with the Corpse God Sect

could not be hidden any longer!

The Underworld…

had arrived as soon as its scent was detected!

For along the walls of Qin Mansion,

one after another, imposing figures of Ogre appeared, each bearing a Fire God Furious Dragon Machine Cannon with six crimson barrels slowly rotating.

Seated at the main position, Yuan Jingang suddenly raised his head as silver light burst forth, and Silver Guts erupted.

“Underworld… Ogre?”

Boom—!!!

The chair beneath shattered instantly, splintering into flying wood chips.

And just as Yuan Jingang made his move…

tens of thousands of golden Furious Dragons roared in unison!

They overwhelmed him in an instant.

Blazing fire filled the sky!