Chapter 825 - 819: Another Round of Bloody Losses

"Jie jie."

"Jie jie jie."

After the many disciples of the Demon Lord surrounded White Impermanence, each of them let out a vicious chuckle.

This scene of a bunch of big men surrounding one person felt strangely familiar.

None of them took the initiative to speak, but they had already reached a tacit agreement.

That was, they would all attack together, and after getting rid of White Impermanence—

They’d take White Impermanence’s head and report back to the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord had sent them to stir up the Underworld; now that they’d killed the Underworld Yin Spirit White Impermanence, that could barely count as completing the mission.

After all, this Underworld was the Yin Celestial Son’s turf; the Demon Lord’s disciples were also afraid that if they stayed here too long, they’d anger the Yin Celestial Son.

If the Yin Celestial Son personally made a move, their little lives would be forfeit.

"You guys..."

"What do you want?" White Impermanence asked, his words slurred because his tongue was too long.

The lead disciple of the Demon Lord looked at White Impermanence with a half-smile and said, "One-on-one or group brawl, pick one."

Right now, White Impermanence was fighting all by his lonesome.

The Demon Lord’s disciples, on the other hand, had the advantage in numbers.

Anyone not stupid, logically speaking, would choose a one-on-one.

But White Impermanence偏偏did the opposite.

"I pick group brawl!" White Impermanence said, words still slurred.

The many disciples of the Demon Lord: "????"

"He picked a group brawl?"

"Is he stupid?"

"Obviously a duel would be more favorable."

"No, it doesn’t matter what he picks, the result is the same."

"A ’duel’ means he duels all of us. A ’group brawl’ means we all gang up on him."

...

...

The surrounding disciples of the Demon Lord all chimed in, mocking the lone White Impermanence.

Even though White Impermanence was on his own, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest.

White Impermanence looked at the Demon Lord’s disciples, yanked his big tongue, and said, "I, Xie Bi’an, mixing it up in the Underworld, live by three things: ghost money, loyalty, and lots of brothers."

As soon as White Impermanence finished speaking, the pupils of the Demon Lord’s disciples suddenly contracted.

They saw Yin Spirits manifesting out of thin air in every direction.

Ox Head and Horse Face, Black Impermanence, the Four Great Judges, the Ten Yama Kings, Meng Po, Ksitigarbha, the Five Ghost Emperors...

"Crap!"

"What do we do, we’re surrounded!"

"We’re done for."

...

...

Those Demon Lord’s disciples who had been so arrogant just moments ago were now scared out of their wits.

Now it was White Impermanence’s turn to be arrogant.

"Pa!"

"Pa! Pa!"

White Impermanence stuck out his long tongue and whipped the faces of a few Demon Lord’s disciples closest to him, giving them a few very special slaps.

Then he returned all the questions they’d just asked him: "So, are you picking a duel, or a group brawl?"

"Oh! Actually, it doesn’t matter what you pick."

Once they were surrounded by even more Netherworld Yin Spirits, the Demon Lord’s disciples completely lost their nerve.

At the same time—

The Demon Lord, through the Black Lotus marks in his disciples’ bodies, sensed their fear.

Then, through the Black Lotus marks, he probed the current situation.

Once he learned his disciples had fallen into a disadvantage, the Demon Lord immediately started playing dirty.

He channeled his own power over through the Black Lotus marks.

In an instant, the Black Lotus marks on these Demon Lord’s disciples’ foreheads all lit up with dark light, as if Black Lotuses had been ignited.

"Boom!"

White Impermanence was the closest; the Demon Lord’s immense pressure slammed into him like a heavy hammer.

It directly blasted White Impermanence flying, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

As the Lord of the Underworld, the Yin Celestial Son naturally sensed the Demon Lord’s interference at the first possible moment.

At the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The Yin Celestial Son, who was in seclusion controlling the Underworld’s devouring of the Void, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What a Demon Lord."

"I hadn’t stepped in yet, and you jumped in first."

"Since that’s the case, I’ll play with you." the Yin Celestial Son said softly.

Keep in mind, the battlefield was the Underworld.

The Yin Celestial Son already had the geographical advantage, yet he hadn’t made a move; it was the Demon Lord who acted first, which naturally displeased the Yin Celestial Son.

Originally, the Yin Celestial Son wanted his Netherworld Yin Spirits to spar with the Demon Lord’s disciples.

Either way, he could treat it as some live-combat training.

But since the Demon Lord interfered first, the Yin Celestial Son naturally wouldn’t stay polite.

As soon as the Yin Celestial Son moved his thoughts, countless Laws, half-real and half-illusory, manifested in the sky above the Underworld.

These Laws were half-real, half-illusory because the Yin Celestial Son had not yet completely devoured the Void; it wasn’t a fully complete world.

Only once the Underworld fully devoured the Void could these Laws become fully real.

Even so, these half-real Laws were more than enough to deal with the Demon Lord’s disciples.

"Invincibility."

"Courage!"

Two strands of Power of Laws flowed into the bodies of the Netherworld Yin Spirits.

With the blessing of these two Powers of Laws, the Netherworld Yin Spirits completely seized the upper hand in the battle against the Demon Lord’s disciples.

The Power of Laws of Invincibility granted the Netherworld Yin Spirits an indestructible Divine Body.

The Power of Laws of Courage made them utterly fearless of death.

Zhong Kui, one of the Four Great Judges, swung his Ghost-Slaying Sword, and the Demon Lord’s disciples fell one after another into pools of blood.

As for the Ten Yama Kings and the Five Ghost Emperors, they each took out their treasures and slaughtered the Demon Lord’s disciples one by one.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was even more outrageous: he sat on several Demon Lord’s disciples, letting them struggle in vain, not even bothering to get up.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted sutras under his breath, converting these Demon Lord’s disciples one by one.

That’s right, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s "conversion" was conversion by force.

Once converted, the Demon Lord’s disciples were utterly annihilated, body and soul.

In terms of numbers, the Netherworld Yin Spirits had even more people.

That was human advantage.

The battlefield was in the Underworld.

That was geographical advantage.

The Netherworld Yin Spirits had the blessing of Laws; that was heavenly favor.

With heaven’s timing, geographical advantage, and human advantage all in the Yin Celestial Son’s hands, how was the Demon Lord supposed to win?

He couldn’t, there was no way he could.

He couldn’t win.

So the only option was to run!

The Demon Lord’s disciples scattered and fled, but they were inside the Underworld—where could they run?

Very quickly, those fleeing Demon Lord’s disciples were captured and dragged back by the Netherworld Yin Spirits.

Those captured disciples were worse off than if they’d just died in battle.

The ones who died early at least got a quick death.

The ones dragged back were sent straight into the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Suffering every torment within the Eighteen Layers of Hell was not something ordinary beings could endure.

Through the Black Lotus marks, the Demon Lord also saw the torment his disciples were subjected to.

At the Great Burial Heaven Temple.

"Bang!" The Demon Lord slammed his palm down on the table before him, smashing it to powder, cursing in rage, "Trash, all trash."

Whether those disciples died or were thrown into the Eighteen Layers of Hell for torture, the Demon Lord didn’t care.

What enraged him was that these disciples hadn’t managed to cause the Underworld any damage at all.

He’d gone to such lengths to help them increase their strength, yet they hadn’t achieved a single desired effect.

These bastards had basically just served themselves up as free kills for the Yin Celestial Son.

At that moment, the Buddha’s voice sounded in the Demon Lord’s mind: "I told you not to act rashly. Why would you not listen?"

"Hmph, just watch how I deal with the Yin Celestial Son."