101: Chapter 101 The Underworld Lord Appears

"Roar!!"

Tiger Biao's massive body darted out from outside the depression, his four limbs crouching on the ground, his short, steel-needle-like fur standing on end, and fragments of residual Ghost Qi still hanging from his blood-red maw.

He landed in the center of the depression, swept his tiger eyes across the area, then kicked off with his hind legs, hurling his massive body like a small mountain into the group of Ghost Soldiers.

"Boom!"

Tiger paws flew, and with one swipe, several Ghost Soldiers were smashed into fragments; his tiger tail swept across, shattering the spirit bodies of a whole group of Ghost Soldiers.

With a bite of his blood-stained maw, the Ghost Soldiers he caught could not even manage a scream before being chewed to pieces by Tiger Biao, turning into Ghost Qi that overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Tiger Biao rampaged through the group of Ghost Soldiers; wherever he passed, the Ghost Soldiers were like paper, suffering Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Under Tiger Biao's onslaught, the three hundred Ghost Soldiers were like toy dolls, with more than half killed or injured in an instant. The remaining Ghost Soldiers fled in terror in all directions, but Tiger Biao's speed was too fast and his strength too great; they simply could not escape.

Wu Li hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils watching Tiger Biao slaughtering in the group of Ghost Soldiers, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, before looking at Blood Butcher.

Blood Butcher's face was as pale as paper, his small eyes filled with fear, and his spirit body was trembling slightly.

He watched that Vicious Beast Tiger Biao slaughter his subordinates, then looked at Wu Li, his lips trembling, and turned to flee.

"Want to leave?"

The moment Blood Butcher turned to flee, a cold light flashed on Wu Li's ankle, and the yin soul blade ring flew out silently.

"Hum~"

"Swish, swish, swish!!!"

A sound of breaking through the air rang out, followed by a flash of cold blue light that pierced through Blood Butcher's back.

"Pfft!"

The ice-blue light blade penetrated Blood Butcher's spirit body, flying out from his chest and bringing out a puff of grey-black Ghost Qi.

Blood Butcher's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down at the fist-sized hole in his chest, his mouth agape, but he could no longer make a sound.

His spirit body began to disintegrate; starting from his chest, cracks spread to his limbs. In the blink of an eye, the entire spirit body turned into countless grey-black specks of light, dissipating into the night wind.

The yin soul blade ring circled in the air, flew back to Wu Li's feet, turned back into a small ring, and settled on his ankle.

Wu Li stood in mid-air, his half-human, half-demon body appearing somewhat eerie under the moonlight.

Standing at 1.45 meters tall, his skin was as pale as a corpse, his whole body covered in irregular black tattoos, his wings slightly spread behind him, and his blood-red pupils held no emotion.

He looked down at the spot where Blood Butcher had dissipated, then turned to look at the Ghost Soldiers who were still fleeing in all directions.

Tiger Biao was still slaughtering.

Tiger paws flew, tail swept, and maw tore; under his onslaught, the Ghost Soldiers suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, screaming continuously.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all three hundred Ghost Soldiers were wiped out; not a single one escaped.

The depression was full of fragments of residual Ghost Qi, slowly dissipating under the moonlight.

Tiger Biao stood in the center of the depression, his short, steel-needle-like fur covered in traces of Ghost Qi, panting heavily, his tiger eyes filled with excitement.

Wu Li descended from mid-air, landing on a boulder at the edge of the depression, his form slowly changing back into his original crow shape amidst the demon light.

He crouched on the boulder, his blood-red pupils sweeping over the wreckage in the depression, then looked at Su Wanyue, who was sitting cross-legged beneath the yang pearl.

Meanwhile.

The moment Blood Butcher suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, deep within Taiyue Mountain, in the Netherworld Mansion, Lord Tunming suddenly opened his eyes.

A flash of shock and rage flickered in his ghostly green eyes; he sensed it—Blood Butcher's aura had vanished, and the auras of the three hundred Ghost Soldiers had also vanished.

"Trash!"

"Jin Kui..."

Lord Tunming's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an intensely suppressed rage, "You didn't make a move either; how dare you play me?"

Lord Tunming stood up from the bone throne, Ghost Qi steaming.

His gaze pierced through the mansion, through the Netherworld Death Qi, and looked towards the southeast foothills of Taiyue Mountain.

There, the aura of the Moon Yin Body remained, swaying like a beacon in the darkness.

He took a deep breath, Ghost Qi surging around him, and the entire mansion trembled.

"Since you refuse to make a move, then this Lord will come personally!"

Lord Tunming's body floated up from the throne, turning into a mass of grey-black Ghost Qi, rushing out of the mansion and flying towards the southeast foothills of Taiyue Mountain.

The aura of a Tier 3 Ghost Demon spread outward like a tidal wave; wherever it passed, insects and birds fell silent.

Southeast foothills of Taiyue Mountain.

Huanyang Depression.

Wu Li crouched on the boulder at the edge of the depression, his blood-red pupils sweeping over the wreckage in the depression.

Tiger Biao stood in the center of the depression, panting heavily, his tiger eyes filled with excitement.

"Boom~"

Suddenly.

Wu Li's pupils constricted sharply.

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky; that pressure was as heavy as a mountain and as deep as an abyss. Wu Li felt like a single candle flame in a storm, ready to be blown out at any moment.

His feathers flared, his Demon Power running crazily through his body, trying to resist that pressure, but his body still trembled uncontrollably.

Tier 3 Ghost Demon.

"Weng, boom, boom, boom~~"

Su Wanyue's reaction was even more intense.

Her ghost body trembled violently, the hem of her bright red wedding dress flapping in the windless air, and the golden Phoenix on the skirt flickered uncertainly.

She opened her eyes, her pupils filled with fear, her lips trembling; she could not even speak.

Her Moon Yin Body had infinite potential under the moonlight, but facing a Tier 3 Ghost Demon, that potential could not be unleashed in time.

Grey-black Ghost Qi condensed and surged above the depression, gradually outlining a tall figure.

Lord Tunming stepped out of the Ghost Qi, looking down from above at Wu Li and Su Wanyue, his ghostly green eyes filled with killing intent. His voice was hoarse and deep, like sandpaper rubbing against stone.

"A Tier 2 crow, a female ghost of the Yin Spirit Realm—just because of you, you dare to provoke this Lord again and again!"

"If it weren't for that old monk injuring this Lord, you lot would not even have the qualifications to face this Lord!!"

Lord Tunming's voice was not loud, but every word was like a mountain, pressing down on Wu Li and Su Wanyue.

The aura of a Tier 3 Ghost Demon surged over like a tide, enveloping the entire depression.

Wu Li crouched on the boulder, his blood-red pupils staring fixedly at Lord Tunming in mid-air, his Demon Power running wildly in his body, but the pressure was omnipresent, penetrating every pore. His body was trembling slightly—not out of fear, but out of instinctive resistance.

"Roar~~"

Tiger Biao stood in the center of the depression, his short, steel-needle-like fur standing on end, a low whimper emanating from his throat, his four claws digging deep furrows into the ground.

"Just an old ghost..."

Wu Li slowly raised his head, a trace of disdain appearing in his eyes.

"You? Calling yourself 'this Lord'!"

"Within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, you can't even enter the Animal Path; who are you pretending to be!"

Wu Li responded coldly.

"Seeking death!"

Lord Tunming looked down at them from above.

He raised his hand, Ghost Qi condensing in his palm, turning into a giant ghost claw that swiped down towards Wu Li's head.

But it was obvious.

When Lord Tunming intended to strike with full force, a golden Buddha light instantly surged within his body. Lord Tunming's expression turned extremely ugly, and he withdrew sixty percent of his power to suppress the Buddha light within his body.

Under such circumstances, his strike instantly became much weaker, and it was even unable to fully suppress Wu Li,