201: Chapter 201 Is this bastard a tortoise?

"Sigh, good son." Approximate said with a grin, as if he were truly Deep Abyss's father.

Unfortunately, Approximate's cultivation was shallow, and the Nonsense Sutra only lasted for a few breaths before Deep Abyss broke free.

"You..." "You truly deserve to die!"

Deep Abyss was nearly crushing his own fists; his knuckles turned white, veins bulged, and black Qi surged around him like a raging tide.

His aura at the Early Stage of the Earth Immortal Realm crashed down, causing the entire mountain forest to tremble, lifting dead leaves three feet off the ground and making them shiver.

Yet Approximate still tilted his head, looking innocent, "Damn, why are you angry?" "It's only natural for a father to lecture his son."

Deep Abyss was nearly fuming with rage; he had never imagined that a Dragon's mouth could be this foul.

"You vile beast, die!"

He struck out with a palm, and a pitch-black palm print streaked across the sky, heading straight for Approximate's face.

Approximate cried out, scrambling backward in a panic, even losing a shoe, yet he wouldn't stop talking, "Hitting your father?" "How rebellious!" "Do you know what it means to be struck by heavenly lightning?"

His performance was clumsy and his tone so obnoxious that it broke records again.

Deep Abyss's eyes turned blood-red, "Today, either you die, or you die." "No one can save you."

Deep Abyss summoned the Soul-Illuminating Lamp, and after the light became scorching bright, he shouted, "Merge!"

The Soul-Illuminating Lamp merged into Deep Abyss's body, leaving only a single flame burning above his head, "Soul-Illumination Technique!"

Countless beams of red light shot toward Approximate like rays, vaporizing everything in their path.

Perhaps due to the influence of the Nonsense Sutra, Approximate showed no fear, dodging left and right while humming a little tune, "I'm a little schoolboy, carrying my book bag to school, the teacher asks if I've memorized my lesson, I say..."

"I'll memorize your head!"

He flashed suddenly, his figure appearing eerily behind Deep Abyss, and he casually patted Deep Abyss on the shoulder, "Be good, don't cause trouble, Daddy will give you candy."

"You!"

Deep Abyss was so angry he nearly suffered Qi Deviation; his heart pulse trembled, and a mouthful of blood surged into his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back down.

He was the dignified Hall Master of the Jizhao Hall, the Venerable Jizhao feared by Human Immortals, an existence who ruled over ten thousand Cultivators in the Netherworld Hall, yet he was forced to call a crazy Dragon that appeared out of nowhere "Daddy" in public, and even had his shoulder patted and head touched as if he were being scolded like a child.

"If I don't destroy your Divine Soul, sever your true spirit, and burn your life lamp today, I'll write the name Deep Abyss backward!"

"Ahhh!"

"Raging flames burn my immortal body, Holy Soul Flame!"

Deep Abyss actually used his own cultivation and immortal body as fuel, combined with the Soul-Illuminating Lamp to transform into a flame, burning toward Approximate; that Holy Soul Flame could not be extinguished by water nor blown out by wind.

The careless Approximate was burned directly, and the red flames made him jump around in chaos, "Master, save me."

Zhao Yi... He held the great sumeru treasure hoe, facing the other five Hall Masters alone, "Silly Dragon," "Have you forgotten what your foundation is?"

"It's just a flame, how can it burn you to death?" "At worst, you'll just get scorched skin, don't worry, you won't die."

Before Zhao Yi's voice had faded, Approximate lost his aura, and after a dozen breaths, he was burned to ashes.

Zhao Yi... He complained to Approximate, who had returned to his brow, "Damn!" "Are you sick?" "Are you intentionally going against me?"

"I just said you wouldn't die, and you died immediately?" "No, go back out and die again, die slower this time."

Approximate... Having returned to Zhao Yi's brow, he was already shaken, and now hearing Zhao Yi say this, he nearly cried, "Master, aren't you talking nonsense?"

"What do you mean 'die again'?" "Do you think dying is fun?" "Is it me who cultivates the Nonsense Sutra, or is it you?"

Zhao Yi did not reply to Approximate's words; at this moment, he was raising the hoe and smashed it onto Deep Abyss's head.

Poor Deep Abyss, having just 'burned to death' Approximate, hadn't even had time to be happy before he was struck on the head by Zhao Yi's hoe; feeling the heavenly dao law he cultivated becoming increasingly blurred, Deep Abyss knew his time of death had come.

"What kind of Immortal Artifact is this?" "How can you erase the traces I left on the heavenly dao law?"

Zhao Yi grinned, "It's just a hoe for mining."

Deep Abyss... "Good hoe!"

After saying this, he turned to leave, but before he could walk three steps, like an oil lamp, the flame above his head suddenly extinguished, and his entire body shattered, and blood rain fell from the sky once again.

"Deep Abyss has fallen?"

The other five Hall Masters were terrified; Breaking Delusion even touched his own head, thankful that he had run away decisively last time, otherwise he might have died even before Deep Abyss.

"Wu Yan, Xuan Suo, Liang Chen, Wu Xiang, now is not the time to talk about morality."

"This person broke into our Netherworld Hall and killed the Right Protector Ding Yu and the Jizhao Hall Master Deep Abyss," "If we don't kill him, how will our Netherworld Hall stand in the Great Awakening Spirit Realm?"

"If we lose the Great Awakening Spirit Realm, you know better than I do what the outcome will be?"

Breaking Delusion said in a deep voice, saying nothing about why Zhao Yi appeared in the Netherworld Hall's dungeon.

"What the Jilie Hall Master said is correct."

Wu Yan said loudly, "But his Immortal Artifact is sharp, we should not clash head-on."

"Form the Formation!" "Trap him to death..." "Netherworld Soul Formation, rise!"

Five powerful auras shot into the sky; Wu Yan, Xuan Suo, Liang Chen, Wu Xiang, and Breaking Delusion each occupied a position, stepping on star points, their immortal light surging, and Laws wove into a net, shrouding Zhao Yi inside.

The Void Realm twisted, and chains of runes descended from the Void Realm, like a heavenly cocoon sealing a god, intending to trap Zhao Yi to death.

"Hmph, trap me?"

Zhao Yi sneered, spinning the great sumeru treasure hoe in his palm, the blade facing the sky, and slammed it down.

"Give me..." "Break!"

With a violent shout, Mang Mountain roared, and the entire Netherworld Hall shook.

The seemingly unbreakable Netherworld Soul Formation was torn open from bottom to top by an extremely brutal force, as if it were made of paper.

Countless runes shattered, chaotic Law currents splashed everywhere, and the five Hall Masters groaned simultaneously, blood spilling from their lips, their figures unstable.

"This..." "How is this possible?" "We were careless, change the Formation."

The five immortals changed their positions again, "Five-Layer Black Evil Formation!"

Five black vortexes appeared above Zhao Yi's head, and an aura of slaughter descended from the sky.

"Damn!" "This is bad, I've been locked on, can't dodge..." "Immovable Void Technique!" "Hmm, no, it's Fuyu Palace."

The illusionary Fuyu Palace descended just in time, and as soon as it shrouded Zhao Yi, five streaks of black light suddenly appeared, piercing the Void Realm where Zhao Yi had just been standing.

"That was close!"

Inside Fuyu Palace, Zhao Yi, like the hundreds of Cultivators, stood like a statue, motionless.

"Where is he?" "What kind of immortal technique is this?" "Could it be the secret technique Protector Ding mentioned?"

Breaking Delusion and the other four could feel that Zhao Yi was still inside the Formation, but they couldn't see him, and the Formation couldn't lock onto him.

"Is this a secret technique? Or a Law?" "If it's a secret technique, we must keep it in the Netherworld Hall at all costs."

Breaking Delusion added, "And that hoe; such an Immortal Artifact should also belong to our Netherworld Hall."

"Agreed!"

The other four immortals nodded along; they hadn't caught Zhao Yi yet, but they were already thinking about the spoils of war.

Unfortunately... Zhao Yi used his strength to tell the five that everything was just in vain, "It's been three years."

"Is this bastard a turtle?"