Chapter 329: Blood-Drenched Currents

Dragon blood stained the river.

It spread like a bloody blossom slowly unfurling atop the flowing water.

Big Black Dog seemed to sense something, grinning up at the sky.

It looked triumphant and arrogant, as if daring any onlooker to challenge Dog Master’s unmatched dominance!

The river roared with crashing waves and foaming white surges; upon impact, rippling currents stirred—the massive dragon corpse, dragged along by Dog, set the water in tumult.

The dragon corpse was enormous, exuding a terrifying oppressive aura, yet its head had been snapped off and its scales completely scraped, as though it were a fat carp rather than a true dragon.

Boss casually puffed on his cigarette with an unchanged expression. He seemed to feel Li Che’s prying eyes, but it wasn’t much of a concern. With a click, a match struck and the flame curled the cigarette paper.

“Let’s go—time to make some delicious dragon meat,” Boss said coolly.

He then raised his hand and waved lightly.

And together with the towering, fearsome black beast, they vanished into the horizon aboard the Nine-Layer Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Treasure Ship.

Huge waves battered the ship’s hull while the Grand Canal became shrouded in a thick mist. Standing at the railing on the ship’s ninth deck, Li Che and Lü Taibai gazed at the torrential rain lashing the river.

The rain fell with overwhelming force, its roaring sound deafening.

In Li Che’s eyes, the intricate glow of the chessboard vanished, stirring a shock deep within him.

His eyes flickered—apparently, the Titled Old Dragon King of the Dragon God Clan wasn’t merely delayed; he had already been dispatched.

Recalling the journey from Jin Guang Mansion to Daocheng, Li Che realized it was likely Dog and Boss covertly protecting them, quashing the threat of the Dragon God Clan. Besides… Boss even scored some ingredients.

For instance, that invigorating Dragon Blood Wine, comparable to a Martial Pill, was crafted from true dragon blood. Li Che felt a slight relief, though the pressure from the Titled Dragon King still loomed.

A Titled Dragon King, combined with the Corpse God Sect and Yue Huanglong—who might strike in a devious moment—was indeed very dangerous.

In truth, it was perilous. If they rashly attacked the treasure ship, the repercussions would be severe. Lü Taibai, unbuttoning his wide sleeves with silver hair and brows flaring in the wind, exuded a ruthless, murderous aura.

“Sect Leader… that old Dragon King probably won’t make it,” he remarked.

Li Che exhaled, his eyes on the brink of amusement yet hesitant to laugh. Lü Taibai looked at him, puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… a strong fighter from the Underworld has made a move. That Titled Old Dragon King might have been slain.” After a pause, Li Che decided to label Boss and Big Black Dog as Underworld strongmen.

Explaining it as the work of Underworld strongmen worked just fine. Lü Taibai was stunned: “Dead?”

After all, he was a Titled Old Dragon King!

The Dragon God Clan was no pushover—in strict terms, they might even rival the might of a true divine sect.

At their peak, the Dragon God Clan boasted four Titled Dragon Kings, each with top-tier, unrivaled prowess; some even rivaled the pinnacle of absolute might.

But those glory days had long faded. Now only two remained—and both were extremely aged.

The two fallen had perished while challenging the Dragon God, their lives extinguished in the divine tribulation.

Yet the two surviving old Dragon Kings remained formidable. Although their energies had waned, they still possessed first-rate strength.

So, he’s dead? “Did the Underworld Yama strike?”

Lü Taibai raised a silver eyebrow and asked, while Li Che only smiled silently.

“Guess.”

Lü Taibai was convinced it had to be the Underworld Yama. “There should be more than one Underworld Yama, right?”

Lü Taibai looked at Li Che and queried, to which Li Che responded with a silent smile, “Your guess.”

Lü Taibai found Li Che’s expression inscrutable, yet he trusted his gut—a silent kill of a Titled Dragon King…

The Underworld exuded an increasingly unfathomable aura.

Lü Taibai knew the Underworld had ways to seal off its presence, but this was a Titled Dragon King—a fighter who, in his prime, could challenge the Heavenly Gate!

Yet just like veteran masters such as You Liqing, he was silently subdued by the Underworld and dispatched without a sound. The Underworld…

Lü Taibai gave Li Che a steady look, his expression stirring. “Ah Che.”

Li Che replied, “Hmm?” with a puzzled look.

“Does the Underworld still recruit?” Lü Taibai asked with a smile.

“Watch me handle this,” Li Che replied.

Lü Taibai spread his arms, and sword qi swirled around him. Li Che chuckled silently.

Then, suddenly, Lü Taibai burst into laughter. Joining the Underworld? He was quite tempted—after all, Li Che was already an Underworld member and an elder of the Qianyuan Divine Sect. The Underworld, like Lie Shen Pavilion, might make for a good side gig.

“Eight hundred li away, some twisted ones from the Corpse God Sect are hiding.” “I’ll go meet them,” he said.

“After losing so many experts in Daocheng, the Corpse God Sect still sent strong figures this time—how clueless! But the Corpse God Sect is just a bunch of corpses; it’s natural they wouldn’t feel pain,” he remarked.

“Ji Mo Li is really… dropping the act more and more.”

Boom—!!!

A surge of qi erupted as Lü Taibai, clad in white, transformed into a razor-sharp blade of light, dashing skyward like a shooting star with a comet’s tail!

He raced straight toward a point eight hundred li away!

Thanks to Li Che’s intelligence, tracking down those twisted ones from the Corpse God Sect wasn’t hard for Lü Taibai. Moreover, Li Che sensed that his murderous intent was fiercer than ever.

It was far more intense and savage than before.

This time, he acted alone without summoning Li Che and charged into battle. Though Li Che was puzzled, he remained silent.

“The Corpse God Sect… the Sect Leader has made a move…”

“In that case, I’ll take care of the onlookers.” “Onlookers? It’s hardly a pretty sight,” he retorted.

“Following the Qiankun River to the Grand Canal—are they truly just watching, or do they harbor hidden agendas?” Li Che observed Lü Taibai’s streak of light tearing through the torrential rain as he vanished into the distance.

He exhaled a long breath. “Also…”

“How dare you come this far just to watch?”

As Lü Taibai, a streak of sword light, vaulted from the deck of the Nine-Layer Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Treasure Ship and pierced the sky, many strong figures aboard sensed his presence.

Elder Zhao Fangzhou, with his imposing frame, leaped through the driving rain to land atop the upturned eaves. His robe whipped in the wind, revealing well-defined muscles beneath.

“Our sect leader has a fierce murderous aura…” murmured Zhao Fangzhou.

It seemed the treasure ship was not as secure as he had believed.

Zhao Fangzhou released his divine sense, though the torrential rain disrupted enemy detection. Nevertheless, he trusted Lü Taibai’s judgment.

“I just need to… protect the Yellow Dragon Treasure Ship,” he noted, fully aware of his duty.

Boom—thud!

Zhao Fangzhou’s body suddenly burst with blazing qi, and the burly figure sat cross-legged atop the ship. Inside, Monitor Hong Shifo slumped in a chair with a look of utter despair—everyone was just a lousy chess player anyway…

He glanced at XiXi and saw her elegantly pick up a chess piece with her index and middle fingers, her poise reminiscent of a true Chess Sage. For someone so young, her composure was astonishing.

Suddenly, his heart stirred as he sensed Lü Taibai’s swift departure while Zhao Fangzhou steadfastly guarded the treasure ship—a flicker of something unusual passed through his eyes.

He raised his hand, forming a finger seal, his brows raised in anticipation.

This time, Lü Taibai was in for a beating…

Monitor Hong Shifo hesitated, unsure whether to intervene. “I wonder… is the Underworld secretly protecting us?”

“Perhaps so. Knowing the Underworld, Li Nuǎnxi, before heading to Divine Capital, is likely keeping watch—maybe even helping Lü Taibai break the deadlock,” he surmised.

“That traitorous disciple of Lü Taibai who defected to the Corpse God Sect… tsk, tsk—they knew each other too well. It seems Lü Taibai is truly enraged this time,” Monitor Hong Shifo murmured as he exhaled.

Betrayal—defecting from Lü Taibai and then colluding with the Corpse God Sect. How can Lü Taibai not be furious? Especially when that traitorous disciple might even target Li Nuǎnxi, his newest protégé. Monitor Hong Shifo shook his head…

No wonder Lü Taibai’s murderous intent was so fierce.

Even Monitor Hong Shifo, for all his status, found it hard to stay calm. But he had to admit…

With Lü Taibai on board, if the Corpse God Sect still dared to act, their target was clearly Li Nuǎnxi. As long as XiXi was nearby, he could intervene.

Besides, Monitor Hong Shifo was also enraged.

As Daocheng’s foremost Chess Sage, he was humiliated by losing to a six-year-old girl—a disgrace! He vowed to regain his honor!

With blazing eyes, he glared at XiXi, grabbed a chess piece, and declared, “Come on, let’s battle again!”

…. ….

Naturally, Li Che sensed Zhao Fangzhou—seated atop the highest deck, tearing through the storm with his mighty aura.

Zhao Fangzhou sat high on the eaves, ever vigilant over the treasure ship, while Li Che’s eyes flickered as he returned to his room.

Seated in a chair, Li Che grabbed a carving knife, but in the next moment he transformed into Painted Immortal Li Che. His original self slowly rose, fingers converging to slice through the air.

Then, with a grasp, he retrieved a mask from Qiankun Space—it was the Ogre Mask. He didn’t pull out Yama or the Divine Monkey…

Li Che directly donned the Ogre Mask. Wearing it… meant he was about to kill. Boom—!!!

Terrifying qi erupted in an instant, coursing through his veins like a roaring dragon—pure and crystalline—as if divine power and qi were completely separate.

It was as if a blazing furnace of scarlet heat had ignited within him, its intense heat warping the air around his towering two-and-a-half-meter frame!

“Yue Huanglong…”

“Top-tier absolute might.”

“So strong, so terrifying…” Li Che murmured.

He had followed the great Qiankun River in Daocheng up to the Grand Canal.

If Yue Huanglong had no ulterior motive, that would be unthinkable.

Earlier, Yue Huanglong had planned to join forces with Xiao Lingyin Temple’s Huang Mei Great Master’s past incarnation and Ji Mo Li’s Tianwang form to take down Lü Taibai.

But when things turned sour, Yue Huanglong abandoned both—remarkably steady and cunning.

This time, he stayed on the sidelines, not striking immediately. Perhaps when the moment was ripe, he would attack without hesitation—like a venomous snake in the dark delivering a deadly bite and spreading poison.

Li Che, still wearing the Ogre Mask, slowly raised his face.

Beneath that adorable mask, his murderous intent crackled like thunder.

Over in the Corpse God Sect…

Lü Taibai himself took action,

while Li Che chose… to first eliminate that scheming, unscrupulous Yue Huanglong.

Boom—

The Sleeping Dragon Elephant surged, its qi and blood coiled deep within every fiber, with not a single trace of leakage.

Then, wearing the Ogre Mask, Li Che staggered like a cannonball as he dove from the Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Treasure Ship, plunging into the torrential, mist-shrouded river.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The relentless downpour battered the treasure ship, sending bursts of mist swirling like delicate veils.

Zhao Fangzhou’s hair whipped and his robes billowed as he sat atop the ship.

A powerful divine sense enveloped the area like a looming mountain.

Yet not even a hint of the Ogre’s movement was detected.

Bang, bang, bang—!!!

On the surface of the Grand Canal, wave after wave erupted.

Li Che, sporting the adorable Ogre Mask, stepped onto the water, moving steadily. His massive two-and-a-half-meter frame expanded and pulsed,

like an overinflated balloon—each step sending ripples through his taut muscles, as if drawn by a strung bow.

Yet the activated power of the Sleeping Dragon Elephant concealed its searing qi within him like a martial crucible.

Because of the heavy rain, the Grand Canal’s surface undulated continuously.

Li Che, with the adorable Ogre Mask, saw golden lightning flickering deep within his pupils, intertwining ceaselessly.

[Dragon Elephant Furnace: Pure Martial Purity (87%6) 1

Li Che strode across the water, flinging his arms wide. His already robust muscles tensed even further at that moment.

With the aid of Dragon Elephant Furnace, his pure martial purity surged once again.

Li Che was curious—could a pure martial confrontation further boost his pure martial purity?

This time would serve as an excellent trial.

Boss and Big Black Dog struck, dispatching that Titled Dragon King whose signal had drawn menacing forces. Li Che then fixed his gaze on Yue Huanglong.

Messages, watching, threats…

Golden lightning erupted violently as Li Che’s intent to kill Yue Huanglong solidified even further! Yue Huanglong was a Fourfold Martial Saint,

indeed, in Li Che’s eyes, a top-tier absolute force!

Yet Li Che felt no fear; his blood boiled relentlessly, and a surging battle spirit blazed within him—set on reaching Divine Capital, a place teeming with formidable figures.

Even though Lü Taibai sheltered him, and Boss and Big Black Dog protected him in secret, Li Che knew that only his own strength was the key. Only by becoming powerful could he truly protect his daughter—able to throw a punch when needed rather than succumb to desperate rage.

After Lü Taibai entered Divine Capital, his reputation and status would undoubtedly draw attention and pressure from various powerful figures, and Boss and Big Black Dog…

So far, Li Che hadn’t deciphered their patterns of action.

For Big Black Dog seemed to have limits—reckless actions could draw the gaze of some dreadful presence. Thus, Li Che believed that he must become strong enough himself.

Boom—!

Each heavy step sent the churning river into a towering vortex, even as the Sleeping Dragon Elephant restrained him, Li Che’s internal qi expanded uncontrollably within his chest.

Inside, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit pulsed with vigorous life.

Li Che took out his last Middle-aged Five Elder Martial Pill and swallowed it.

With his steel teeth clamped, the pill shattered with a crunch, and amid gurgling sounds, its terrifying medicinal properties transformed into qi and essence that Li Che absorbed! His aura surged higher, growing more potent!

His entire stomach became a blazing furnace of pure yang, churning the medicine and channeling it into his cracked, massive flesh core!

Boom boom boom—!!!

The river’s surface roiled as swirling waters formed a towering vortex—even under the control of the Sleeping Dragon Elephant, Li Che’s internal qi expanded uncontrollably within his chest.

Within his chest,

[Dragon Elephant Vajra]: the Dao Fruit pulsed vigorously.

Li Che took out his final Wu Lao Zhongwei Martial Pill and swallowed it.

His steel teeth clenched as the pill shattered, and with gurgling sounds, its terrifying medicinal properties transformed into qi and essence which Li Che absorbed, causing his aura to surge continually!

His entire stomach transformed into a furnace of pure yang, with blazing fire refining the medicine and channeling it into his cracked, massive core!

Thud, thud, thud—!!!

The river’s surface rose and fell.

After what felt like an eternity, the world suddenly fell into a brief, surreal calm. Li Che stood motionless on the river, pausing.

The overwhelming qi vanished, and the searing heat subsided; in an instant, he became as silent as a corpse. Then, the sound of cascading water broke the stillness.

As if a withered tree revived in spring, shimmering light began to dance along Li Che’s body. Crack—

A fissure appeared with a snapping sound, bursting in his ears.

Like a thunderclap after a storm, it roared!

Li Che suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a mysterious golden black.

Behind him, a massive, cracked flesh core levitated. The previously eight-cracked core now revealed a ninth fracture!

Boom—!!!

In an earth-shattering explosion, the nine fissures burst forth like a celestial river breaking its banks; qi and essence collided, coalescing into shimmering droplets.

Li Che’s presence soared, becoming vast and formidable!

A swirling golden mist formed as qi, essence, and raw energy condensed, gradually shaping into a pool nearly ten zhang wide. The Martial Saint had achieved a twofold breakthrough.

Opening the Qi Sea! The initial span of ten zhang! The Pure Martial Golden Pool!

Li Che, wearing the Ogre Mask, stood on the undulating surface of the Grand Canal, while countless mists evaporated in the drenching rain. Every inch of his skin shone with golden light.

It was dazzling!

Like billions of light bulbs bursting forth in radiance.

Not even the Sleeping Dragon Elephant could suppress this brilliance! Atop the Nine-Layer Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Treasure Ship,

Elder Zhao Fangzhou, seated on the rooftop, suddenly opened his eyes; his expression was grave as he seemed to witness a qi sea of golden light flooding his vision.

Clenching his fist, he grasped a Dragon Head Treasure Blade which fell into his hand. Shock and horror shone in his eyes.

“The Nascent Core has opened—the Qi Sea is condensing!” “Is that… a Qi Sea?”

“Damn it, how can the Qi Sea be golden?!” rumbled a deep, resounding tone.

The Grand Canal’s water rippled; though the surface was calm, dark currents flowed beneath. About eight hundred li from the treasure ship,

a streak of sword light flashed by—silver hair and silver brows in motion.

Lü Taibai, his wide sleeves billowing, exuded a dazzling sword aura.

He floated mid-air, his sleeves drifting like clouds.

He stepped onto silver sword light, as if an unrivaled sword immortal cleaving the skies.

His eyes lowered slightly as he surveyed the calm surface of the Grand Canal.

The water lay undisturbed, except for raindrops that created tiny ripples. Lü Taibai’s silver brows arched.

“Truly, the Corpse God Sect… their aura concealment is impeccable.” “Not a trace is given away,” he remarked.

Lü Taibai expressed his admiration.

Even as a powerful force, he wasn’t a true deity; though his divine sense was strong, the Corpse God Sect was notorious for concealing their aura—a single Corpse God Orb could perfectly hide decay.

Once disguised as ordinary people, even divine sense couldn’t detect them. However…

These disguises and hidden auras were utterly ineffective against the Underworld. The Underworld excelled at nullifying the Corpse God Sect’s camouflage.

It could pierce through their concealment effortlessly.

Based on Li Che’s detailed account, Lü Taibai crossed eight hundred li to the Grand Canal, where the water was calm aside from raindrop ripples—and Li Che had informed him where the twisted members of the Corpse God Sect were hiding.

Lü Taibai exhaled a beam of sword qi.

Amid his billowing sleeves, a silver Taibai Sword slowly descended. He tapped his fingers once.

With a sharp knock on the three-foot, glass-like silver Taibai Sword, suddenly…

The Taibai Sword split into two, then into three, and finally into nine!

Nine beams of sword light spread out as if unfolding, their tips descending around Lü Taibai. He raised his fingers.

With a forceful downward press, the nine streams of sword light transformed into nine silver, dragon-like serpents, fanged and writhing, surging into the river with a roar. “Tyrant scum.”

“Get out and face me.” Bang, bang, bang—!!!

Nine explosive columns of water shot into the sky like fountains.

Dark, foul blood slowly seeped out from beneath the burst surface…

One by one, corpse envoys from the Corpse God Sect—wearing pure white masks with the number “5” emblazoned on them—emerged from the dark currents. Their chests were pierced by silver sword qi, shattering their vital pathways as the qi ravaged their flesh, obliterating their life force…

The dense decay and corpse energy could no longer be contained, erupting in full force, billowing across the river like dark smoke.

Lü Taibai’s silver hair whipped as his wide sleeves fluttered, with torrents of rain twisting around him.

The top-tier divine sense and the boundless celestial soul of a great being exploded outward.

In an instant, the area expanded to a hundred zhang in all directions.

The rain ceased; dark clouds tore apart as brilliant sunlight streamed down, illuminating the scene like a fallen celestial.

On the now-calm river, one corpse envoy after another from the Corpse God Sect floated upward—their bodies gradually disintegrating under the ferocity of the sword qi. Yet Lü Taibai paid them no mind.

His eyes, streaming with brilliant silver light, remained fixed on the tranquil river. Suddenly…

Bubbles emerged and the water split apart.

A crimson coffin slowly rose from the river. Lü Taibai’s gaze fixed on the crimson coffin.

His eyes grew even colder.

And from inside that crimson coffin… came a long, sorrowful sigh.

“Teacher… you actually discovered me.”

“I was planning to quietly surprise my little junior sister,” came the reply.

Boom—

The crimson coffin’s cover slammed down onto the river.

Revealing a slender, jade-like figure with hands crossed over his chest and a gentle smile, accompanied by a lingering sigh.

That figure slowly opened his eyes. Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting…

It was as if four divine desires surged forth simultaneously from the coffin.

Lü Taibai gripped his entirely silver, glass-like Taibai Sword, holding it firmly as the sword quivered and roared with sword songs echoing across the heavens!

Countless arcs of sword qi surged from behind him, slicing through air, sunlight, and water vapor—obliterating anything that dared stand in its path! He fixed his gaze on the slowly awakening figure inside the crimson coffin.

That familiar figure had once embodied countless hopes and dreams for Lü Taibai—he had even considered making him the next sect leader, a true heir. But in the end, that very person shattered his heart.

It was that traitorous third disciple who had betrayed Lü Taibai by defecting to the Corpse God Sect.

Slowly, Lü Taibai exhaled a storm of sword qi. “Tyrant scum!”

“Wei Yuan.”

Swish, swish—

The ceaseless rain pounded the river, churning tumultuous waves.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two figures, one in front of the other, sliced through the air, stepping on the rippling water.

Yue Huanglong’s face was concealed behind a Celestial Mask, its embedded stars glittering brilliantly; beside him, Yan Jing also wore a Celestial Mask.

The pair had clearly disguised themselves before leaving Daocheng—if they intended to merely spectate, they couldn’t risk revealing their true identities.

In fact, aside from watching, donning the Lie Shen Pavilion Assassin mask allowed them to act freely—from mere onlookers to opportunistic benefactors.

The two strode over the undulating water, their expressions calm beneath their masks.

Yan Jing hefted his long spear, eyes half-closed as the dense mist over the Grand Canal obscured all else.

“Daozhu, that Titled Old Dragon… still hasn’t appeared. Should we continue the chase?”

“We’ve long crossed the limit,” Yan Jing replied.

He could sense Yue Huanglong’s mindset—though they claimed to just be watching, the lack of real spectacle left him dissatisfied.

Within the Corpse God Sect, Lü Taibai’s traitorous disciple and a Titled Dragon King…

Perhaps they could finally constrain Lü Taibai.

And if Lü Taibai were truly held down, this Yellow Dragon Treasure Ship might suffer severe attacks… but Yue Huanglong’s target was certainly not Lü Taibai.

To kill Lü Taibai had never been Yue Huanglong’s plan…

His true target was Li Nuǎnxi, the young sect leader of the Qianyuan Divine Sect—a girl whose talent far outshone even Lü Taibai’s once-proud third disciple Wei Yuan.

In Yue Huanglong’s eyes, this little girl posed an even greater threat than Li Che, the Divine Condor Half-Saint.

Although a Divine Condor Half-Saint could revive the long-dead legacy of the Divine Condor Business, it hardly mattered—Xiao Lingyin Temple’s version could always suppress it.

But Li Nuǎnxi, as the young sect leader, if she made a stunning debut at the Paotao Conference, could empower Qianyuan Divine Sect like never before—she might grow into another Lü Taibai.

Yue Huanglong was clear: six-year-old Li Nuǎnxi had already entered Divine Vision, forged by the Sanqing Technique; in a few years, she might even attain Divine Primacy, and that would make her nearly unstoppable.

To kill her now would only make things harder later.

The best option was to eliminate her while she was still young.

Strike her down swiftly before she grows strong!

Boom—!!!

Suddenly,

even eight hundred li away, a brilliant beam of silver sword light erupted—the ferocity of its aura palpable despite the distance.

“Lü Taibai has struck!”

“Such overwhelming, terrifying sword qi!”

“He unleashed his full power without holding back!”

Yue Huanglong, his rotund frame standing on the river, smiled lightly.

“That Wei Yuan seems to have fused the essence of four divine desires into the Corpse God Seal—now he’s a Fourfold Corpse God-level powerhouse… comparable to top-tier absolute might!” “Master and disciple locked in deadly conflict…”

“This is truly a spectacle of divine battles,” he mused.

Yue Huanglong shook off water droplets, squinted, and added, “Wei Yuan is even stronger than I imagined. Lü Taibai has been contained by him singlehandedly. Let’s check the treasure ship—the Titled Old Dragon King should already be preparing to act, right?”

Yan Jing hefted his long spear and squinted.

But just as he stepped forward,

Yue Huanglong abruptly halted.

Yan Jing sensed that Yue Huanglong’s plump body trembled slightly. He wondered:

“What’s wrong?”

Yue Huanglong, his face hidden under the Star Killer mask, slowly lifted his eyes and stared at the sky. Yan Jing looked up in surprise and saw

a black city emerging from the river’s mist, tearing its way through the sky and descending silently upon them!

Atop the dark city’s tower,

a towering figure with arms crossed declared, “This city…”

“Underworld Yama?!!!” Yan Jing’s hair stood on end. “No…” “It’s not Yama!” Yet,

Yue Huanglong muttered in astonishment, “It’s the Ogre!”