Chapter 330: Excavator Construction Site (Bonus Chapter 18 for Average Subscriptions)

"Behold my Staff of Judgment!" a warrior bellowed, surging forward to join the fray with a massive black iron club aloft, his immense martial qi erupting as a single blow shattered the skulls of several cultivators, reducing the entire watchtower to absolute rubble.

"How is this possible?! Who on earth are these people?!" the burly, black-robed cultivator hissed, his face turning a ghastly shade of ashen-green. "Wasn't there supposed to be just one owner of the Origin Internet Club?! How did so many powerhouses get here all at once?!"

"Don't... don't kill me!" the previously arrogant cultivator, whose face was still wrapped in bandages, along with two bruised and battered thugs, collapsed to the ground in sheer terror, a pungent odor of urine spreading from their loins as they wailed in desperate agony.

But in the next instant, they were completely submerged beneath a deluge of spells, before a proper scream could even escape their throats.

"Do you really not care about this little wench's life?!" the burly, black-robed cultivator roared, spiritual energy coalescing in his hand as he instantly crushed a blood talisman.

"Noooooooo!!" Ruan Ning cried out, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest in fright.

At the same time, inside a subterranean secret chamber, Fang Qi dispatched a transmission: "This is the place, right?"

"Correct."

Suddenly, spiritual light flashed violently all around as the defensive restrictions were pierced through almost instantaneously, followed immediately by the chests of the two guarding black-robed cultivators being impaled.

"The opponent has already activated the blood talisman, rescue the target immediately," Boss Fang received another message.

Within the basement, the bloody script on the talisman grew so crimson that it seemed as though fresh blood was about to overflow, yet it was suppressed by a bizarre force, causing the entire black jar to tremble violently.

A minute later, Fang Qi emerged cradling a black urn in his arms and handed it over to Ning Bi, executing a hand seal that instantly unraveled the curse.

Ning Bi used a mass of spiritual qi to encircle two faint, flickering wisps of light within the jar: "It is done."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Burying herself in Xi Yue's embrace, Ruan Ning opened her eyes: "How am I perfectly fine?"

Boss Fang flew over with his companions at that moment, pointing at the two wisps of spiritual light beside him: "What are you terrified of? I can just install them back into you, and at worst, you'll feel a bit weak for a few days."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Ruan Ning bellowed, having nearly been frightened to death even though she survived. "And having one's soul extracted, how can you make it sound so simple, talking about installing it back?! Why don't you extract your own soul and try installing it back?!"

She was practically bursting with rage.

"I have never bloody seen anyone yell with such vigor and life after having their soul extracted," Boss Fang muttered under his breath.

Ruan Ning's face darkened: "..."

She felt a sudden urge to commit murder.

The surrounding onlookers wore expressions caught between weeping and laughing, though fortunately, the matter was finally resolved successfully.

"By the way, you ought to properly thank this little fellow," Boss Fang said, pulling Zou Mo forward. "If Little Mo hadn't noticed your abnormality, this boss would already be burning incense at your grave by now."

"Oh..." Ruan Ning hastily said, "Little Mo, thank you so much."

Right at that moment, Fang Qi suddenly caught sight of a dark silhouette in the sky, fleeing rapidly into the distance.

Boss Fang raised an eyebrow and transformed into a streak of flowing light, completely leaving the others behind as he trailed unhurriedly after the figure.

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he arrived at a corrupt forest area near the ruins on the edge of the city.

Amidst the decaying trees, gravestones lay scattered haphazardly everywhere, resembling a vast cemetery.

Within the pitch-black soil, one could even spot withered bones half-buried in the earth.

"Who dares trespass into the Underworld Palace!?" Before Fang Qi could even consider whether to enter, several black-robed cultivators surrounded him.

Immediately following that, several incredibly immense auras descended and enveloped the area.

"Soul-Seizing Emissary!"

"Soul-Hooking Emissary!"

"Soul-Snatching Emissary!"

"With the three of us here, who dares to act presumptuously in the Underworld Palace!" Three dark clouds hovered in midair like a trio of vicious fiends.

Then, an even more formidable aura surged from the rear as a massive ghostly visage rose into the sky: "We were just pondering how to lure you to our doorstep, yet to think you would deliver yourself right to us."

"There is a path to heaven yet you walk it not; hell has no gate yet you barge right in. Today, I, Elder Soul-Plunderer, shall take your head and present it to the Palace Master!"

"Elder Soul-Plunderer?!" The fleeing black-robed cultivator was instantly overjoyed.

His audacity to rob the people of the Defying Heaven Online Gaming Guild was naturally not merely for the sake of spiritual crystals; if he could use this to draw out Fang Qi, it would certainly be a monumental achievement!

That colossal ghostly visage drew closer and closer, hanging before Fang Qi as if blotting out the sun and sky: "You came all by yourself, yet you dare to venture here?! Should this old man call you foolish, or ignorant? Do not worry, we shall fashion you into a soulless puppet before letting you return to your establishment, until we extract every single secret within that little shop of yours!"

A terrifyingly dreadful aura descended, sealing off almost all of Fang Qi's avenues of retreat, as the surroundings transformed entirely into a celestial canopy of ten thousand ghosts!

Countless ghostly silhouettes surged from beneath the ground, and innumerable departed spirits and undead awoke abruptly as if startled by something, swarming forward like demons catching the scent of fresh blood.

Within a mere moment, the perimeter was densely packed with horrifying ghosts and malevolent spirits!

"The big fish isn't here, only three or two small fry?" Fang Qi frowned slightly. "That Palace Master of yours seems to be absent..."

"To deal with a piece of trash like you, does it require the Palace Master to act in person?" The ghostly face laughed in a chillingly sinister manner. "Since you seek your own death, you cannot blame me!"

The Soul-Seizing Emissary spoke: "I shall flay your skin, inch by inch."

The Soul-Hooking Emissary circled in the sky like a ghostly mist: "It has been quite some time since I last tasted the soul of a cultivator like you..."

The Soul-Snatching Emissary looked toward the heavily wounded, tall black-robed cultivator: "Wen Kui, you have done exceedingly well. Later on, this master may grant you a piece of flesh and blood as a reward..."

"Jie jie jie jie... Uh...?!"

The laughter ground to a sudden and abrupt halt as a staggeringly colossal and terrifying phantasmal phantom rose abruptly behind Fang Qi.

Simultaneously, flying swords filled the sky, spanning across the entire heavens! Dense, countless, and infinite, they blotted out the sun!

The Shushan Sect's ultimate sword control technique—Sword God!

Elder Soul-Plunderer: "..."

The Three Emissaries: "..."

Ruan Ning and the others had already returned to the front of the shop by this time.

"What is happening?"

"Is it an earthquake?!"

"Look over there!" someone suddenly cried out in shock, pointing toward the distant horizon.

Across the remote sky, dark clouds gathered densely as a massive and dreadful phantom, resembling an ancient primordial giant god, suppressed heaven and earth!

Even separated by such a distance, one could still perceive a heart-palpitating aura.

The entire sky over that region was carpeted with an innumerable multitude of flying swords, and amidst the roaring of heavenly thunder, the flying swords rained down like a torrential storm, resembling the celestial river breaching its banks, cascading majestically from the highest heavens!

...

Three minutes later, a young man sat upon the sprawling ruins, exhaling a puff of smoke before stepping on a cigarette butt to extinguish it, wielding his sword to carve several large characters onto the ground.

Several hours later.

The night grew slightly chilly, and a cool breeze stirred the withered branches into a gentle sway.

"To have the honor of attending the banquet of the Samsara King today is truly the ultimate fortune, the ultimate fortune indeed!" A dark silhouette descended like a flash of rapid light.

"Congratulations to the Palace Master, felicitations to the Palace Master, may you rise higher with every step in the future, uh..."

The words ground to a sudden and absolute halt.

"Where is the Nether Underworld Palace?!" Every eye bulged so hard they nearly popped from their sockets.

"Where is my Nether Underworld Palace?!" The Lord of the Nether Palace, his face darkened to a terrible shadow, let loose a furious roar, "Who dares destroy my Nether Underworld Palace?! This seat shall tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

"The Lanxiang Academy?! It is the Lanxiang Academy!" A retainer standing behind him spoke, his voice laced with a piercing chill. "Palace Lord, look here, someone has left a note: 'Lanxiang Academy Excavator Construction Site'!"

The Lord of the Nether Palace: "!!??"

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