294: Chapter 294 Stepping into the Hall of White Bones! The Arrogant Lord of Fengdu!

Su Yang strode into the palace.

With a dull boom, the two heavy bone doors slammed shut behind him.

The interior space of the great hall was incomparably vast.

Hundreds upon thousands of ghastly green night-luminescent pearls were embedded in the surrounding walls, illuminating the area with a ghostly aura.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and rot.

Marie walked beside Su Yang, covering her high nose, her face full of disgust: "Boss, this smell is a hundred times more disgusting than a sewer."

Chu Ling, however, took a deep breath of the Yin Qi, a faint glimmer flickering in her ice-blue eyes: "It is poison for the living, but for Yin beings, it counts as an excellent place to Cultivate."

Su Yang ignored the conversation between the two women and looked straight ahead to the front of the hall.

A hundred meters away stood a bone throne piled up from tens of thousands of human skulls.

Sitting on the throne was a burly figure draped in a black-gold Dragon robe.

His face was hidden behind a twelve-tasseled crown, and his entire body radiated a terrifying pressure comparable to the Early Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage.

"Ignorant Mortal."

The figure in the black-gold Dragon robe spoke slowly, his voice echoing continuously in the hall, making one's eardrums ache.

"I have reigned in this place for three thousand years, and I have never seen anyone dare to speak to me with such an arrogant tone."

"Mere three thousand years of Dao, and you dare to call yourself a sovereign."

A trace of mockery appeared on the corner of Su Yang's mouth.

"The decoration taste of this broken place is too poor; it's full of moldy bones everywhere, and it's truly nauseating to smell."

Before the figure on the bone throne could get angry, Su Qingcheng, who was standing behind Su Yang, could no longer hold back.

"A rat hiding underground, never seeing the light of day, and you dare to be disrespectful to our Master?"

Su Qingcheng, in her fiery red dress, pointed her long sword directly at the throne, an undisguised contempt hanging on her beautiful face: "Believe it or not, this young lady will split your broken chair with one sword strike and tear your bones into pieces!"

Jiang Yingxue also had murderous intent in her beautiful eyes, her red water sleeves moving without wind, and she coldly echoed: "Sister is right. Such filthy things, even looking at them for one more second dirties Master's eyes."

When the figure in the black-gold Dragon robe saw the faces of the two women, the eyes hidden behind the crown suddenly shot out two shocking red lights.

"Two mutated Ghost Kings?! Hahahaha! Heaven really is helping me!"

The Ghost Lord of Fengdu let out a maniacal laugh, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Since you have delivered yourselves to my door, I will accept this great gift!"

"After I devour this brat who speaks so wildly, you two will stay behind as my personal concubines and serve me day and night!"

"You are courting death!"

Su Qingcheng was furious and just wanted to rush forward.

"Stand down." Su Yang's cold voice rang out.

He locked his gaze on the Ghost Lord on the throne, a chilling murderous intent surging from the depths of his deep eyes.

"You have a lot of nerve to have designs on my women."

The Ghost Lord of Fengdu was furious, suddenly raising his right hand and gripping it forcefully towards the space below.

"Presumptuous! Today I will let you know what the anger of the netherworld is! Blood Fiend Swallows the Sky!"

Suddenly, the blood-colored carpet Su Yang was stepping on seemed to come alive.

The originally flat surface of the carpet instantly turned into a churning sea of blood.

Countless pale bone hands reached out crazily from the sea of blood, grabbing Su Yang's feet tightly, attempting to drag him into the bottomless abyss.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Chu Ling's ice-blue eyes.

"Boss, let me freeze this pool of dirty water completely."

Cold air surged around Chu Ling as she prepared to strike.

"No need." Su Yang said in a low voice.

He didn't even struggle, letting these bone hands tear at him.

"This bit of suction isn't even as strong as a hiccup after Dahei is full."

Su Yang stomped his right foot heavily into the sea of blood.

Boom!

An overbearing golden Pure Yang True Fire erupted from the soles of his feet.

The brilliant golden light was like a blinding sun, instantly illuminating the entire dim hall as bright as day.

"Hiss—!"

A harsh burning sound resounded all around.

The nether blood sea, which was said to be able to corrode everything, evaporated into white mist in the sky the moment it touched the Pure Yang True Fire, just like residual snow under the scorching sun.

Thousands of bone hands didn't even have time to scream before they were completely burned to ashes.

The Ghost Lord of Fengdu stood up abruptly from the bone throne.

The twelve-tasseled crown on his head shook violently as he stared fixedly at the golden flames leaping on Su Yang's body.

"Pure Yang True Fire?! You are a mere Mortal, how can you control such a supreme and masculine divine flame of heaven and earth!"

After the shock came an unconcealable, crazy greed.

"Hahahaha! It really is a case of looking for something everywhere, only to find it effortlessly!"

"I have been stagnant at the Early Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage for a thousand years. If I can devour this Pure Yang Body of yours, I will definitely be able to break the shackles and unify the entire Cultivation World!"

"Want to eat me?" Su Yang withdrew his right foot, patted his pant leg, and a bloodthirsty sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"I am standing right here, I'm just afraid your teeth aren't hard enough and you'll break your mouthful of dog teeth."

"Arrogant!"

The Ghost Lord of Fengdu was completely enraged.

He suddenly formed a complex magic seal with both hands in front of his chest.

"Yellow Springs Funeral Bell, suppress it for me!"

Accompanied by an angry shout.

The dome of the bone hall cracked open.

An ancient bronze bell, dozens of feet high and pitch black as ink, descended from the sky with the Death Qi of destroying the world, smashing fiercely towards the top of Su Yang's head.

The surface of the bronze bell was carved with terrifying totems of ten thousand ghosts walking at night.

Before it even landed, the heavy bell sound had already exploded in the depths of everyone's Soul.

"Dong—!"

The sound wave turned into tangible blades, crazily cutting through the surrounding air.

Qin Xueji covered her ears in pain, her face pale.

Bai Li frowned slightly, quickly waving her sleeves to prop up a purple demonic energy barrier, firmly protecting Qin Xueji and the other women behind her, blocking the fatal sound wave.

"Petty tricks."

Gold light flared in Su Yang's eyes.

Not only did he not take a step back, but he rushed into the sky against the ancient bronze bell that was pressing down!

The muscles in his right arm bulged high, and the Pure Yang True Qi gathered and compressed crazily on his fist, turning into a dazzling miniature sun.

"Shatter for me!"

With supreme dominance capable of burning galaxies, Su Yang punched the bottom of the bronze bell fiercely!