Chapter 414
The Great Sage Returns
The Star Array was now a scorched wasteland, a scene of utter devastation.
Old Man Niu Shan manipulated the array flags in the air, his face pale. Of the 108 array flags, only 42 remained.
Because he borrowed a large amount of stellar power to the mortal realm, the originally bright starry sky appeared dim and lackluster, and even the Big Dipper was barely visible.
However, Yama still had no injuries.
The vast gap in realms cannot be bridged by a single great formation, not even the most powerful formation of the Louguan Sect.
If those who set up the formation at the center are facing such difficulties, then those who are fighting Yama head-on will naturally find it even more challenging.
Of the sixteen most elite masters of the Yinxi lineage, only Yu Zhensheng and Yu Tianheng remain.
Yu Zhensheng summoned the image of the patriarch, wielding the Demon-Subduing Golden Spear of Emperor Huaguang. With the support of the Star Array, he could barely hold on, but his face was extremely pale, indicating that he had exhausted himself.
Yu Tianheng had reached his limit. His natal magic treasure, the Nine Dragon Seal, was completely shattered, and cracks appeared all over his body, leaving him almost a bloodied, teetering figure.
"I'll kill you all first, then I'll kill that brat from the underworld. Yinxi... will have no reason to exist from now on."
A murderous glint flashed in Yan Jun's eyes. Although he had the upper hand, he was also truly enraged.
Although these two are mere ants, they are, after all, immortal beings who have survived the heavenly tribulation. They have managed to delay Him for so long. I wonder how things are going in the underworld?
Fortunately, although Zhou Sheng has amazing talent, he is still too young. Only a few years have passed, and even if his cultivation advances by leaps and bounds, he will not pose a great threat.
What He truly cared about was Yu Zhensheng.
It wasn't that Yama was out of touch with the world, but rather that the City of the Wrongfully Dead was isolated in the Underworld by the Bodhisattva, and little known to the world. Although he knew that the Bodhisattva had encountered trouble, he did not think of Zhou Sheng.
Even if someone were to tell Him that the Bodhisattva who had survived seven heavenly tribulations had fallen into the hands of a junior who had not yet survived, He would never believe it and would instead think that person was playing a trick on Him.
In addition, Zhou Sheng has kept a low profile since the incident in the City of the Unjustly Dead, quietly absorbing the gains from the City of the Unjustly Dead. His tribulation is also a recent event and has not been widely known.
"You call yourself Yama, and you actually think you're the King of Hell?"
Upon hearing this, the old man from Niushan in the sky immediately spoke up sarcastically: "Don't you know how you got this position?"
"It's fake, it'll always be fake!"
A flash of anger crossed Yama's eyes. He paused slightly as he prepared to unleash his divine power. Just as he was about to retort, his body suddenly trembled as if struck by lightning.
His face instantly lost its calm and domineering air of complete control, and instead revealed obvious anxiety.
Bang!
The tablet at his waist, symbolizing the authority of the underworld emperor, suddenly shattered, as if it had been subjected to a tremendous impact.
"Impossible! How could a mere Zhou Sheng possibly cause the Heavenly Book to manifest?"
"He's just an actor, not the real Bao Zheng. Even if he sang 'Exploring the Underworld,' he couldn't possibly reach that level—"
At this moment, for the first time, a clear look of confusion and panic appeared in Yama's eyes. Although it was fleeting, it was truly captured by everyone.
Yu Zhensheng laughed heartily, and his attack became even more ferocious. He knew that his disciple had definitely caused a great commotion down below, and the situation was very favorable.
In the moment that Yama lost his focus, he actually used the Demon-Subduing Golden Spear to knock off the crown on his head, causing his black hair to fall down, making him look quite disheveled.
His eyes blazed with fury, his heart pounded with murderous intent, and he formed a hand seal, willing to sacrifice his cultivation to activate some kind of supernatural power.
No wonder He was anxious, because the Netherworld Book was of paramount importance. If Zhou Sheng had the ability to change the rules, such as erasing all the authority of the Fifth King Yama, it would be an enormous price He could not afford.
Although the possibility was slim, He dared not gamble. Only He Himself knew how hard-won this position of Yama, the King of Hell, had been.
Just as He was about to use his trump card to forcefully break the deadlock, Old Man Niu Shan's eyes flashed, and he took the initiative to remove the blockade of the great formation.
King Yama paused for a moment, then made a decision in an instant: Let's go!
He withdrew his supernatural powers, used his escape technique to break through the formation, and prepared to return to the underworld.
In the past, even if the formation was broken, He would never have left. Instead, He would have first wiped out all those Yin Opera Masters who dared to plot against Him, leaving no one alive.
But now, only one voice remained in his heart.
Go back to the underworld!
However, as soon as they stepped out of the battle, a huge iron rod shimmering with golden light came crashing down on them, and they heard an angry shout.
"Hey! You old devil Yama, take this from me, Sun Wukong!!"
In the night sky, a monkey wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, golden chainmail, and lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes is swinging a stick, its eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
The wind howled, the clouds scattered and vanished, as if it had the power to overturn rivers and seas. Its indomitable spirit and its ability to fight against heaven and earth seemed capable of blowing off the glazed tiles of the thirty-three heavens and extinguishing the karmic fires of the nine netherworlds and eighteen hells.
The familiar figure radiating golden light made Yama's pupils dilate, and he blurted out, "Great Sage!"
boom!
Shocked, King Yama was struck on the head with a club, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. His protective dark light was no match for the iron club, and he fell back into the formation.
Monkey King felt the iron rod in his hand vibrate, and was slightly shocked.
That old devil Yama has a really hard head!
His iron rod was originally an ancient pine tree that had been with him since childhood. It had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon with him for hundreds of years and had been tempered by magic power. It was as heavy as a mountain and could be sized at will.
That blow could shatter even an iron mountain, yet the King of Hell took the full force of it and only ended up with a swollen bump.
Such a powerful enemy only intensified the golden light in his eyes, igniting his fighting spirit.
"Hehe, I, Old Sun, refuse to believe I can't smash your head!"
"Hey, another one!!"
Another blow came crashing down, thunderous and shaking the entire city of Xunyang.
Having followed Zhang Sanfeng in arduous cultivation for several years, he had already attained the status of a terrestrial immortal and had just survived his fifth heavenly tribulation. He immediately came to help without delay.
This strike already hinted at the true grandeur of the Great Sage.
"And me, Master, I'm here to help you!"
A figure flew across the sky on fiery wheels, wielding a dragon-spitting fire spear, surrounded by 108 thunder and fire orbs. With a thunderous crash, the figure slammed into Yama, like a comet striking the sun, causing the earth to tremble.
Still somewhat dazed from the blow, Yama failed to dodge in time and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. His dragon robe, a symbol of Yama, was torn to shreds.
A complete mess, a mess like never before!
The humiliation finally brought Him to his senses, and He gritted His teeth as He stared at the two figures that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
One looked like the Monkey King from back then, and the other had small arms and legs, as tender as a child, but wore a bun hairstyle and held a fire-tipped spear, somewhat resembling the Great God Nezha of the Three Altars and Seas.
Hongxian puffed out her chest, held the Dragon-Spitting Fire Spear to her neck, raised her chin, and her eyes were full of excitement.
"I'm so suffocating, so suffocating! I'm finally free from that stinky old man! Hurry up, kill me, or let me kill you!" (End of Chapter)