307: Judgment VS the Chariots of the Ten Courts of Hell!

The events that occurred here spread with lightning speed, alarming all parties.

Not long after, a spatial vortex appeared out of thin air.

A group of people appeared, led by a tall, cold, and charming long-legged beauty wearing sunglasses, with skin as white as a peeled egg, dazzling golden hoop earrings, and straight wide-leg black trousers that further accentuated her straight, slender long legs, making her an extremely impressive nine-heads-tall figure.

Zhao Qian of the Zhao family, though only a Fourth-Order Martial Artist, was the spokesperson for the Zhao family's external business, the President of Zhao Corporation, and held great power.

Surrounded by several high-order Martial Artists, she, in the center wearing sunglasses, exuded a queen-like demeanor—cold and arrogant, completely different from how she appeared at the Zhao family estate previously.

“Oh my, it’s actually true.”

Zhao Qian looked at the grand scene of the battle between top guilds not far away, somewhat surprised, “It seems the intelligence was correct; Zheng Huangtong is truly going all out for her team members.”

“President Zhao, then what about our original plan…” someone next to her asked.

He was entirely wrapped in black bandages, obscuring his face, and his body was like a bamboo pole, two meters long, with wisps of black mist seeping out from under the bandages, coiling around him, making him look very strange.

Zhao Qian smiled, “No rush. It’s cooperation no matter who we cooperate with. We’re spending money anyway, and I only want the minerals within this Mechanic Emperor Burial Ground. We’ll talk after they finish their fight.”

After speaking, she glanced sideways and asked, “Have you investigated what I asked you to? Is there any trace of that person?”

A short, stout man with an ordinary appearance, whose face resembled a pug, immediately became nervous upon hearing this, sweating profusely and stammering, “Not, not yet.”

Zhao Qian’s eyes narrowed, and she cursed under her breath, “Useless! What do I keep you for?!”

Seeing the coldness in her eyes, the man was immediately terrified, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

“I’m so sorry!!”

The man dropped to his knees with a thud, his face crumpled, saying, “President Zhao, it’s not that I don’t want to find him; it’s just that he… is too elusive. Every time I catch a similar scent and pursue it, he disappears again…”

“Forget it.”

Zhao Qian withdrew her gaze and calmed down, “It is indeed asking too much to have you use your dog nose to find traces in such a short time. After all, it’s him… it’s not surprising if he possesses some item that can block tracking.”

“Thank you for your understanding, President Zhao, thank you for your understanding.” The pug-faced man kowtowed vigorously.

However, in a corner unseen by Zhao Qian, there was no trace of awe, fear, or flattery on his face. Instead, he was secretly eyeing Zhao Qian’s legs, his eyes filled with greed and malice.

“No matter what, I must contact him…”

Zhao Qian hugged her arms, muttering to herself.

The bandaged man next to her asked, “President Zhao, even if we contact that adult, how do we impress him?”

“Don’t worry! I’ve already prepared a gift.”

Zhao Qian was full of confidence.

“He will definitely be very interested in that item.”

...Imperial Capital, Patrol Division Headquarters.

“Captain Leng, a large amount of Grandmaster-level energy has been detected in the No. 11 S-Rank Abyss, Mechanic Emperor Burial Ground, in the No. 77 suburban area. A melee between top guilds is suspected. The higher-ups want you to lead a team there to mediate the situation and prevent a major battle from shattering the spatial entrance.”

“Damn it, can’t they let me rest for a bit?” Cold Cuifeng bit on a cigarette, rubbing his messy hair, his dark circles extremely heavy.

Because he had offended that mysterious war general last time without understanding the reason, he was severely reprimanded by the higher-ups and confined in a dark room for two days, only being released today.

“The teleportation array is open.”

He grabbed the jacket from his chair.

Cold Cuifeng exhaled a puff of smoke and said:

“A few of you who aren’t busy, come with me.”

In a short while.

Cold Cuifeng, captain of the Patrol Division’s Seventh Squad, emerged from the teleportation array with several team members, appearing in the vast open space at the entrance of the Mechanic Emperor Burial Ground.

Among the team were a cold and beautiful woman with arms like white lotus roots and a serene expression, and a young man in a Daoist robe with a sword on his back.

When they arrived.

Zheng Huangtong had already made her move.

She held a silver rifle in both hands and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

One of the Seven Precepts… Mercy.

“Bang!”

A thick silver beam of light shot straight into the sky, then exploded violently, transforming into countless silver beams that cascaded down from the sky, densely covering Ye Qingtian and everyone else, causing immense destructive power.

“Giggle.”

Su Jia’s laughter was melodious. She clasped her hands together, then slowly pulled them apart, revealing a small golden bell in between.

“Dong!”

The golden bell vibrated, and a golden barrier as thin as a cicada’s wing appeared above everyone’s heads.

“Bang bang bang bang bang!!”

The silver beams struck the golden barrier, each hit accompanied by a huge explosion, possessing the power of a missile. With tens of thousands of beams firing simultaneously, the destructive power was even more terrifying.

Within a few seconds, huge cracks were blasted into the golden barrier.

“As expected of a legendary weapon.”

Su Jia sighed. Her golden bell was also an epic-grade weapon with top-tier attributes. Even though it was purely a defensive weapon, it still couldn’t compare to the opponent’s destructive power.

“Whoosh!”

A dark shadow shot out from below, skimming the ground, moving as fast as lightning, instantly reaching Zheng Huangtong, with a howling wind accompanying it.

It was Cao Mo.

Xie Yicheng’s eyes narrowed, and his body transformed into white smoke, attempting to block him.

But Cao Mo dodged him with a flash, moving even faster, leaving only an afterimage.

Cao Mo flashed to Zheng Huangtong’s side, enveloped in black light, his right leg coiling with power, his waist rotating, and he ‘sliced’ down like a paper cutter.

“Kachak!”

An invisible current of Qi swept past.

Zheng Huangtong was severed at the waist, and a hundred-meter-long smooth crack was cut into the ground behind her.

“Splat!”

Zheng Huangtong, cut into two, shattered. It was an illusionary Clone capable of being mistaken for the real thing.

Her true body appeared a hundred meters in the air, aiming her rifle at Cao Mo on the ground, and fired a shot.

“Boom—!”

A crimson destructive beam, carrying the absolute destructive power to shatter everything, descended upon the earth, instantly annihilating an area the size of a football field, turning it into a bottomless black giant pit.

Cao Mo flew back a hundred meters, looking at his scorched right arm, and fell into a slight silence.

“Hiss… that fierce?!”

A bystander hunter gasped, startled by the destructive power.

A veteran Grandmaster, with arms crossed, scoffed, “Otherwise, what did you expect? That weapon is not to be trifled with. Seven bullets, seven different skills. That last strike… was the Gentleness among the Seven Precepts.”

“Gentleness?”

Someone’s eye twitched.

“By the looks of it, that seemed more like… Wrath, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, wouldn’t it?”

“Hiss… so many high-order Grandmasters? Can we control them?” The Daoist-robed youth asked, somewhat worried and fearful.

The cold beauty sneered, “What are you afraid of? You saw an even bigger scene a few days ago. Can they be more terrifying? More dangerous than that guy?”

“That’s true.”

Just at this moment.

Zheng Huangtong flew high in the sky, the silver rifle in her hand gathering energy, gradually forming a dazzling, sun-like energy ball at the muzzle, with a terrifying pressure overwhelming everything.

Ye Qingtian sneered, “You really think no one can defeat you, do you?”

A bloody vortex appeared behind him, from which dense, enchanting Yin Qi emanated, causing the sky to change color.

Under the shocked and horrified gazes of the onlookers.

A bronze chariot, driven by armored Yin soldiers, slowly emerged from the bloody vortex. Where its wheels rolled, a lingering bloody trail was left in the air.

“It’s the Ye family’s Blood River Chariot!”

“He actually brought it out.”

“A clash between two legendary weapons; now there’s a good show to watch.”

“Come on, let’s see if your Seven Precepts’ judgment is stronger, or if my Ye family’s Blood River Chariot is superior!”

Ye Qingtian laughed wildly, his expression manic. “The Underworld Dao opens—I sentence you all to the torment of Reincarnation’s plowing! Ten Halls of Yama’s Chariot, crush her for me!”

The Yin soldiers drove the bronze chariot rapidly towards the sky, vast Yin Qi surging like a tide, vaguely revealing scenes of the eighteen layers of Hell.

“A bunch of bastards, are they really going to shatter this area?”

Cold Cuifeng scratched his head in annoyance, took a step forward, and roared, “Everyone, stop!”

Zheng zheng zheng zheng zheng zheng zheng zheng—

Countless silver-white chains shot out from behind him, some straight, some winding, flying towards the battlefield like a majestic group of Dragons.

“The Patrol Division has indeed arrived.”

In a shadowy corner, an impeccably dressed old man with neatly styled white hair, leaning on a cane, looked like a proper old gentleman at first glance.

“Who has arrived?” From his shadow, a curious young girl’s voice emanated.

“Heaven-Sealing Chains, Cold Cuifeng.”

“Oh, that annoying Genius, what a pity it’s not Fang Ye from the Third Squad. If that guy had come, I would have to chew his bones to relieve my hatred.” The young girl’s voice was filled with extreme venom and hatred.

“Don’t be so boastful. With our current strength, dealing with this Cold Cuifeng is difficult, let alone that Fang Ye,” the old man said.

The young girl’s voice fell silent.

The old man continued, “However, this is an opportunity. As long as the melee begins, allowing us to plunder the flesh and Souls of a few Grandmasters amidst the chaos to sacrifice to the idol, we will be blessed and restored to our peak state…”

“But these people from the Patrol Division.”

“They can’t stop it. Haven’t you seen? Among those brought by the Ye family, he is there. He is the cause of chaos, the fruit of evil. Even if it’s a Clone, it’s enough to let this place be engulfed by the flames of war.”

“It’s actually him, giggle giggle… that’s wonderful.”

The young girl laughed joyfully, innocently chanting, “The gallows, my gallows that killed me is the best cradle. Every time the hemp rope snaps my delicate neck bone, I can hear God burping in the amniotic fluid…”

...“Chains containing sealing power? Heh heh, I can’t let you ruin my good deed.”

One of Ye Qingtian’s retinues, a tall man with a dark left eye, smirked.

His fingertips lengthened, and a drop of black blood, seemingly containing countless fetuses, dripped from his fingertip onto the ground, instantly dispersing into countless black smoke.

As the black smoke dissipated, the power of Cold Cuifeng’s Heaven-Sealing Chains was weakened.

At the same time, Ye Qingtian and the Jialan Guild members also felt an inexplicable irritation.

This group of high-order Martial Artists, either Seventh-Order or Eighth-Order, no longer stood by but couldn’t resist making a move.

“Ignore the Patrol Division! Kill them!”

“Young Master Ye has commanded! The advantage is ours!”

“Kill!”

“Everything in the Mechanic Emperor Burial Ground belongs to our Jialan Guild!!”

The Bow Phoenix Guild had no choice but to engage in battle.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

And at this moment.

Zheng Huangtong’s silver rifle had also charged to its maximum.

“Boom—!”