362: Chapter 362 The Fierce Battle After the Gates of Hell!

Blood-red eyes the size of a house flickered in the darkness. Heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the Ghost Gate.

A massive hand covered in black hair reached out, grabbing the hundred-zhang-high black door frame.

Several deep cracks were squeezed into the hard stone door, and rubble tumbled down.

A Headless Giant, dozens of zhang tall, squeezed out from the darkness.

Two blood-red eyes grew on the giant's chest. He dragged a thick iron rod covered in barbs in his hand.

The tyrannical pressure of the Early Stage Soul Transformation Stage swept across the fields like a storm.

The surrounding air cooled instantly, and a thick layer of black frost formed on the ground.

"The scent of the living... hand over your blood!"

A dull roar came from the Headless Giant's chest. The sound was like two rusty iron plates rubbing together, extremely ear-piercing.

Mary hovered in mid-air, flapping her black bat wings, covering her nose with both hands.

"What a smelly monster! It looks so disgusting; just one look feels like it's dirtying my eyes."

Mary's tight leather outfit outlined her hot figure, her face full of disdain.

Chu Ling’s ice-blue long dress fluttered as her fair right hand gripped an ice sword.

"Leave it to me. I'll cut this ugly freak into pieces." Chu Ling's voice was cold, her eyes filled with killing intent.

Su Yang had his hands in his casual pants pockets, his expression as calm as water.

"Step back. Don't waste time." Su Yang's tone was flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The Headless Giant swung the massive iron rod in his hand, bringing with it the sharp sound of wind tearing through the Void Realm, smashing straight down toward Su Yang's head.

The iron rod was wrapped in dense black Qi; once touched, even a Golden Core Stage Cultivator would instantly turn into pus.

Su Yang's legs bent slightly, and the bluestone slabs beneath his feet shattered.

His entire being turned into a streak of golden light, soaring into the sky to meet the falling iron rod.

Brilliant golden Pure Yang True Fire instantly enveloped his right fist completely. The high temperature caused the surrounding cold Qi to evaporate instantly.

"Shatter." A single word escaped Su Yang's mouth.

The golden iron fist smashed hard against the barbed iron rod.

Bang!

A deafening roar exploded in front of the Ghost Gate. The Yin Fiend Iron Rod, claimed to be indestructible, was like fragile withered wood under the burning of the Pure Yang True Fire, instantly breaking into two pieces from the middle.

The broken iron rod fell to the ground, smashing out two deep pits.

A hint of shock flashed in the blood-red eyes on the Headless Giant's chest.

Its massive body was shaken by the counter-shock force, retreating repeatedly, stepping out a large pit with every step.

Su Yang's figure flashed, appearing before the Headless Giant's chest like a ghost.

"Too weak."

Su Yang's right leg brought about a piercing sonic boom, like a giant axe splitting the heavens, kicking hard against the giant's chest.

Boom!

The Headless Giant's massive body was kicked flying, heavily smashing into the thick city wall of the Ghost Gate.

A large area of the city wall collapsed from the impact, and rubble rolled down.

Su Yang landed steadily. The golden flames spread crazily along the monster's wounds.

"Ah—!" The Headless Giant let out a miserable howl.

Pure Yang True Fire was the absolute natural enemy of all evil and yin things.

In just a dozen seconds, the dozens-of-zhang-tall body was completely burned into a pile of white ash that drifted with the wind.

A fist-sized Crystal Core emitting dense black Qi fell to the ground.

Su Yang walked over, sucked the Crystal Core into his palm, and casually threw it to Chu Ling behind him.

"Take it and eat it like a jellybean." Su Yang's voice was cold.

Chu Ling caught the Crystal Core steadily, her beautiful face full of joy: "Thank you, Boss!"

Qin Xueji wore a tight, hip-hugging professional outfit, her long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

Watching Su Yang resolve the Soul Transformation Stage monster in just a few moves, her eyes were filled with deep admiration.

Following a god-like boss, any dangerous place was like strolling through one's own back garden.

"Let's go, enter the city."

Su Yang took the lead in crossing the black threshold of the Ghost Gate. The four women followed closely behind.

Behind the gate was a vast, boundless underground world.

There was no sun in the sky, only a dark red full moon emitting blood-colored light.

A faint gray mist floated all around.

A wide black stone-paved street stretched all the way to the end of sight.

On both sides of the street, various strangely shaped buildings were densely arranged. They were all built with white bones and black stone.

The street was very lively. Countless ghost Cultivators and Yin Souls wearing tattered robes and emitting Death Qi shuttled back and forth.

Stalls were set up on both sides of the road, filled with bloody Yao Beast internal organs, unknown black herbs, and twisted Souls sealed in glass jars.

The ears were filled with various hoarse and piercing hawking and arguing sounds.

The appearance of Su Yang's group instantly attracted a large number of gazes from the surroundings.

Four living, world-topplingly beautiful women were simply rare treasures in the Netherworld.

The scent of living blood and Qi made the surrounding ghost Cultivators stop in their tracks, greedily sniffing with their noses.

"Such rich vitality! Such beautiful women!"

"Capture them back to use as Cauldrons, and our cultivation will surely soar!"

Dozens of hideous-looking ghost Cultivators gathered around with ill intent. They held various bone Magical Artifacts in their hands, their eyes full of lewdness and greed.

An excited red light flashed in Mary's eyes, and sharp blood claws grew from her ten fingers.

"A bunch of blind trash, how dare you stare at this Young Miss!" Mary flapped her wings, ready to start a massacre at any moment.

Just at this time, the crowd in front was rudely pushed aside.

A team of Netherworld Guards wearing black heavy armor and riding bone warhorses rushed out.

The leading Guard Commander was three meters tall, holding a black long whip burning with green fire.

"Everyone, get lost! Official business of the City Lord's Mansion!"

The surrounding ghost Cultivators were so scared that they gave way, their faces full of awe, not daring to say a word.

The Netherworld Guard Commander rode the bone warhorse and stopped in front of Su Yang.

Two clumps of green ghost fire jumped under the helmet, his gaze wandering unscrupulously over Bai Li, Chu Ling, and the other women.

"Living people? Truly rare. Take all four women away and present them to the City Lord. Break the man's four limbs on the spot and throw him into the Yellow Springs River to feed the fish."

The commander's voice was like metal rubbing together, issuing orders from a high position.

Over a dozen heavy armor guards immediately dismounted, drew the rusty iron sabers from their waists, and walked toward Su Yang with cruel smiles.

Su Yang stood in place, the corners of his mouth curling up.

"A bunch of dead man's bones, yet you dare to shout so loudly."

"Chu Ling, clean up this eyesore trash. Be quick, don't dirty the street." Su Yang directly gave the order, not even having the interest to take action himself.

"As you command, Boss."

Chu Ling's ice-blue long dress fluttered in the wind, her beautiful face covered with a layer of frost. She took a step forward, her entire body erupting with bone-chilling Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Cold Qi.

"Things seeking death, you even dare to block the Boss's path."

Chu Ling's fair right hand suddenly swung out. An Eerie Blue frost storm rose from the ground, like a roaring ice Dragon, directly sweeping toward the dozen or so heavy armor guards.

Crack, crack, crack!

The frost storm was extremely fast, instantly swallowing the dozen or so guards completely.

A thick layer of ice instantly formed on the hard black heavy armor. The dozen or so guards didn't even let out a scream before they were directly frozen into crystal-clear ice sculptures, frozen in place.

Chu Ling lightly stomped her right foot on the ground.

Bang!

An invisible shockwave spread out.

The dozen or so ice sculptures shattered in unison, turning into ice shards all over the ground.

Not even a single drop of black blood flowed out.

The Guard Commander sat on the bone warhorse, the green ghost fire in his helmet jumping wildly, his eyes full of shock.

These guards were all at the Nascent Soul Stage, yet they were completely wiped out in a single encounter!

"Audacious wench! You dare to kill people from the City Lord's Mansion!"

The Guard Commander was furious, swinging the green fire whip in his hand.

The long whip was like a violent python, bringing a sharp whistle that tore through the air, whipping straight toward Chu Ling's face.

Chu Ling snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating. She raised her fair small hand and grabbed the incoming Flame Whip.

The icy Qi instantly erupted, and the green flames were directly frozen and extinguished.

"Get down here!"

Chu Ling pulled hard.

The Guard Commander's massive body was pulled directly off the horse's back, smashing heavily onto the black stone slabs, creating a large pit.

All the surrounding ghost Cultivators gasped, retreating one after another, fearing they would be affected.

The commander struggled to get up.

A foot wearing a flip-flop stepped directly onto his helmet.

Su Yang had his hands in his pockets, looking down at the commander on the ground from above.

"What kind of thing is the City Lord's Mansion? Tell your City Lord to wash his neck and wait."