At the Special Investigations Department, all of the researchers stopped typing at this exact moment, then stood up to stare intently at the four central large screens.
This was a clash between four Yama-Kings and the last batch of demons before the founding of the republic, as well as the inner demon. Everyone was extremely nervous, but at the same time, this was an extraordinary spectacle that no one could bring themselves to look away from.
If Hell were to eradicate all of these demons, then the Cathayan war against Yin spirits would draw to a successful conclusion. However, if the inner demon were to get involved, and an all-out battle erupted, then the entire population of the city would most likely perish!
Zhang Junliang's gaze was locked firmly on the screens, and his finger was already resting on the speed dial button on his phone. On the other end of the line ws his superior.
If any issues were to arise, he would resolve it at all costs. He was even willing to put his political career on the line. The police force, the military, and the government were all ready to do their part, and they had to weather this storm no matter what.
Qin Ye was naturally unaware of just how many people had their eyes on this place. He slowly emerged from his carriage with gentle gusts of Yin wind swirling around him. Rather than a suffocating aura of darkness that one would expect the ruler of Hell to give off, he was emanating a sense of righteousness.
He swept his gaze across the 73 demons in the city, following which a cold, derisive sneer appeared on his face.
The names of these 73 immortals had already been buried under the sands of time. If it weren't for Mistress Sun Suzhen summoning those immortals all those years ago, no one would've imagined that she would be capable of giving rise to these 73 evil ghosts.
All of the demons had their eyes firmly fixed on Qin Ye, while Qin Changxin stepped forward before asking in an authoritative voice, "Why are you not kneeling in the presence of King Yanluo?"
He was met by silence.
Several seconds later, one of the immortals suddenly burst into raucous laughter, and the laughter seemed to be contagious, quickly spreading through all of the 73 immortals.
"Hahahaha!"
"What a joke! Where did this little brat come from?"
"You're telling me that's King Yanluo? That's the ruler of Hell? Hahahaha, he's nothing special at all!"
"Looks like Hell really has fallen from grace if instating brats like him as King Yanluo!"
"How dare you!" The netherfire in Qin Changxin's eyes flashed with a menacing gleam, yet he had only just raised his hand before it was held down by Qin Ye.
He slowly made his way toward the center of the center, and it seemed that he was only taking a casual stroll, but with each step, he was able to cover a vast distance. He paid no heed to the dozens of massive Yin spirits around him, and a smile appeared on his face as he strode along.
"All of you must've perished during the last century, right?"
A gust of Yin wind blew forth, causing his robes to flap audibly. As he walked on ahead, he was ascending higher and higher into the heavens.
"It's no wonder that you don't know anything."
In the instant that his voice trailed off, the 73 immortals let loose a collective cry of alarm, following which they were all forced to their knees at the same time!
A white-haired Yin spirit was looking down at his own knees with an incredulous expression. Just now, it had been struck by a completely irresistible burst of power. It had no idea where the power had arisen from, and in the short span of a second, it had crushed them to the ground like an almighty mountain!
The 73 immortals fell to their knees violently, resembling a series of giant tombstones in the night, while Qin Ye traversed through them like the death god that he was. All of the investigators from the Special Investigations Department were astonished to see this.
Zheng Shuguo gulped nervously, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was unable to muster up even a single word in the end.
Is this the power of a Yama-King?
With nothing more than his words, he was able to force the 73 immortals to their knees, and they weren't able to put up any shred of resistance!
Mayor Ji Changqing adjusted his own glasses as he stood beside Zheng Shuguo, and he was also stunned. He didn't know much about cultivation, but it was a breathtaking sight to see a tiny figure walking casually through the night, while one giant evil ghost after another was forced to their knees around him.
In his eyes, Qin Ye was the king of the night.
The daytime belonged to living humans, yet when night fell and the light of the sun faded, he would reign supreme in the darkness.
Just as Qin Ye was walking past an evil ghost, which had already been forced to its knees with its forehead pressed tightly against the ground, the evil ghost turned its head with all its might, glowering at Qin Ye with bloodshot eyes as it panted, "The Many-faced God won't let you get away with this!"
Qin Ye was so close to the evil ghost that he could clearly see every single one of its sharp fangs, as well as the souls drifting out from the gaps between its fangs.
Qin Ye took a glance at it, following which a smile appeared on his face.
"You've devoured blood food in the past, haven't you?" he asked.
Before the evil ghost had a chance to reply, he continued, "In that case, you won't get to go to Hell. I won't accept you!"
As soon as his voice trailed off, a burst of scarlet fire erupted all over the evil ghost's entire body, transforming it into a giant pyre of flames.
An earth-shattering roar of agony rang out as the evil ghost was incinerated by the flames, but it was completely immobilized and could only suffer a slow and painful death.
"How dare you! The Many-faced God will strike you down!"
"How dare you attack the 73 immortals?!"
Qin Ye paid no heed to the alarmed cries ringing out around him. Instead, he merely curled a finger, and despite how insignificant the gesture was, the achieved effect was certainly nothing to be scoffed at.
All of the underworld emissaries drew their blades in unison, and the blades were giving off a silver gleam under the moonlight.
In the next instant, all of the underworld emissaries yelled in unison, "By Hell’s Dictum, all rabble shall disperse!"
Whoosh!!
All of the blades flashed through the air in unison, only to be withdrawn less than a second later.
Their blades were so fast that they were impossible to trace with the naked eye. The only sign indicating that they had attacked at all came in the form of their red capes, which were billowing upward from the excessive force used. The rising capes formed an undulating red tide that was both spectacular and menacing.
Several hundred blade projections pierced through the night, slicing through layer upon layer of dark Yin clouds before hurtling directly toward the 73 immortals.
The Yin soldiers had struck with such perfect synchronicity that it was nothing short of art.
At the same time, their brutality perfectly complemented the breathtaking synchronicity with which they acted.
All of the investigators from the Special Investigations Department drew a sharp breath in unison. Never did they think that this King Yanluo would be so overbearing and aggressive, choosing to strike down the 73 immortals without any warning.
Right at this moment, all of the blade projections disintegrated into Yin energy in mid-air as if they had never existed at all.
The change had taken place without any warning. It was as if they had simply been erased out of existence.
"I thought you were only going to act as a spectator." Qin Ye raised his head in a calm manner, looking as if he had already predicted that this would happen. His gaze had been cast toward the revolving diner at the top of the Oriental Pearl Television Tower.
An easy-going male voice rang out from the revolving diner. "You've already killed one of my minions, but his death was much deserved for the disrespect that he displayed toward you. As for the rest of my minions, how about you show them some mercy?"
Qin Ye smiled in response. "Sure. Instead of dismembering them, I'll leave their bodies intact!"
As soon as his voice trailed off, the hundreds of Yin soldiers up ahead retreated, following which more Yin soldiers stepped forward to take their place. All of these Yin soldiers were wielding bows with crimson flames burning at the tips of their arrows, presenting an eerie sight to behold in the night.
"Zhou Gongjin's karmic fire will not be snuffed out unless its target has been incinerated into nothingness. How about I give you a taste of it as a gift to commemorate this meeting?"
Before the inner demon had a chance to say anything, Qin Changxin swept a hand through the air, and several thousand balls of crimson flames instantly rose up from the ground. However, they were aimed at the Oriental Pearl Television Tower rather than the 73 immortals!
Beneath the Yin clouds, the thousands of balls of red fire were like a swarm of fireflies, imbued with lethal killing intent as they hurtled through the air.
In the blink of an eye, all of the balls of fire plunged into the television tower in unison. They had no effect whatsoever on the things of the mortal realm, but all of the Yin energy in that area was instantly detonated, forming a gigantic ball of red and blue fire.
"That's not its true body!" Qin Ye said as his eyes narrowed slightly.
………………………………………………..
Lin Family Mansion.
This was a renowned haunted mansion, the site where one of Cathay's 10 major supernatural events had taken place. No developers were willing to develop this place, and even to this day, the mansion still hadn't been demolished. Remnants of the white walls and black tiles could still be seen, but they were completely charred at this point.
No living beings ever approached this place. Even animals were wary of the area, let alone the nearby residents. However, right at this moment, there was a living creature casually approaching the area along the empty street.
This was a dog, a pekingese to be exact.
It was clear that this was a pekingese kept by a wealthy owner, as evidenced by its lustrous fur and healthy body.
The route that it was taking was very strange. At times, it would trot along close beside a wall. Other times, it would make its way along the tops of the walls, and there were even instances where it walked backwards. However, regardless of what it was doing, it was drawing closer and closer to the wreckage of the mansion.
Right as it entered a 10-meter distance of the mansion, a voice suddenly rang out from within the ruins. "Is the God of Nine Energies here to see me in person? To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"So you do recognize me," the Harken said as a humanized smile appeared on its face. "Why don't you guess why I'm here?"
A smile seemed to have crept into the voice as it said, "Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't wish to fight you."
"Oh?"
The voice continued, "I do not wish to make an enemy out of Ksitigarbha, and I certainly wouldn't dare to irk the second King Yanluo. I heard you're living a good life as a pet dog, why put yourself through this?"
As soon as the voice trailed off, boundless Yin energy erupted out of the Harken's body, causing everything in the nearby area, even the surrounding air, to shatter layer upon layer. As it continued to advance, its body was becoming larger and larger.
By the time it arrived at the ruined mansion, it had already adopted its true form as the God of Nine Energies, and there was a cold smile on its face as it slammed a paw downward. "I hope you can survive in a fight against a pet dog!"
The ruins of the mansion had been neglected for decades, and it crumbled violently to the ground, sending dust and ashes rising up in all directions.
Amid the rising dust, a humanoid figure was finally revealed.
"You were in slumber for 100 years underground in Baoan. Without several hundred years, there would be no way for you to recover from your injuries. I didn't think that you would attack me before then, but I stand corrected. Long time no see, God of Nine Energies."
At the Special Investigations Department, all of the researchers stopped typing at this exact moment, then stood up to stare intently at the four central large screens.
This was a clash between four Yama-Kings and the last batch of demons before the founding of the republic, as well as the inner demon. Everyone was extremely nervous, but at the same time, this was an extraordinary spectacle that no one could bring themselves to look away from.
If Hell were to eradicate all of these demons, then the Cathayan war against Yin spirits would draw to a successful conclusion. However, if the inner demon were to get involved, and an all-out battle erupted, then the entire population of the city would most likely perish!
Zhang Junliang's gaze was locked firmly on the screens, and his finger was already resting on the speed dial button on his phone. On the other end of the line ws his superior.
If any issues were to arise, he would resolve it at all costs. He was even willing to put his political career on the line. The police force, the military, and the government were all ready to do their part, and they had to weather this storm no matter what.
Qin Ye was naturally unaware of just how many people had their eyes on this place. He slowly emerged from his carriage with gentle gusts of Yin wind swirling around him. Rather than a suffocating aura of darkness that one would expect the ruler of Hell to give off, he was emanating a sense of righteousness.
He swept his gaze across the 73 demons in the city, following which a cold, derisive sneer appeared on his face.
The names of these 73 immortals had already been buried under the sands of time. If it weren't for Mistress Sun Suzhen summoning those immortals all those years ago, no one would've imagined that she would be capable of giving rise to these 73 evil ghosts.
All of the demons had their eyes firmly fixed on Qin Ye, while Qin Changxin stepped forward before asking in an authoritative voice, "Why are you not kneeling in the presence of King Yanluo?"
He was met by silence.
Several seconds later, one of the immortals suddenly burst into raucous laughter, and the laughter seemed to be contagious, quickly spreading through all of the 73 immortals.
"Hahahaha!"
"What a joke! Where did this little brat come from?"
"You're telling me that's King Yanluo? That's the ruler of Hell? Hahahaha, he's nothing special at all!"
"Looks like Hell really has fallen from grace if instating brats like him as King Yanluo!"
"How dare you!" The netherfire in Qin Changxin's eyes flashed with a menacing gleam, yet he had only just raised his hand before it was held down by Qin Ye.
He slowly made his way toward the center of the center, and it seemed that he was only taking a casual stroll, but with each step, he was able to cover a vast distance. He paid no heed to the dozens of massive Yin spirits around him, and a smile appeared on his face as he strode along.
"All of you must've perished during the last century, right?"
A gust of Yin wind blew forth, causing his robes to flap audibly. As he walked on ahead, he was ascending higher and higher into the heavens.
"It's no wonder that you don't know anything."
In the instant that his voice trailed off, the 73 immortals let loose a collective cry of alarm, following which they were all forced to their knees at the same time!
A white-haired Yin spirit was looking down at his own knees with an incredulous expression. Just now, it had been struck by a completely irresistible burst of power. It had no idea where the power had arisen from, and in the short span of a second, it had crushed them to the ground like an almighty mountain!
The 73 immortals fell to their knees violently, resembling a series of giant tombstones in the night, while Qin Ye traversed through them like the death god that he was. All of the investigators from the Special Investigations Department were astonished to see this.
Zheng Shuguo gulped nervously, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was unable to muster up even a single word in the end.
Is this the power of a Yama-King?
With nothing more than his words, he was able to force the 73 immortals to their knees, and they weren't able to put up any shred of resistance!
Mayor Ji Changqing adjusted his own glasses as he stood beside Zheng Shuguo, and he was also stunned. He didn't know much about cultivation, but it was a breathtaking sight to see a tiny figure walking casually through the night, while one giant evil ghost after another was forced to their knees around him.
In his eyes, Qin Ye was the king of the night.
The daytime belonged to living humans, yet when night fell and the light of the sun faded, he would reign supreme in the darkness.
Just as Qin Ye was walking past an evil ghost, which had already been forced to its knees with its forehead pressed tightly against the ground, the evil ghost turned its head with all its might, glowering at Qin Ye with bloodshot eyes as it panted, "The Many-faced God won't let you get away with this!"
Qin Ye was so close to the evil ghost that he could clearly see every single one of its sharp fangs, as well as the souls drifting out from the gaps between its fangs.
Qin Ye took a glance at it, following which a smile appeared on his face.
"You've devoured blood food in the past, haven't you?" he asked.
Before the evil ghost had a chance to reply, he continued, "In that case, you won't get to go to Hell. I won't accept you!"
As soon as his voice trailed off, a burst of scarlet fire erupted all over the evil ghost's entire body, transforming it into a giant pyre of flames.
An earth-shattering roar of agony rang out as the evil ghost was incinerated by the flames, but it was completely immobilized and could only suffer a slow and painful death.
"How dare you! The Many-faced God will strike you down!"
"How dare you attack the 73 immortals?!"
Qin Ye paid no heed to the alarmed cries ringing out around him. Instead, he merely curled a finger, and despite how insignificant the gesture was, the achieved effect was certainly nothing to be scoffed at.
All of the underworld emissaries drew their blades in unison, and the blades were giving off a silver gleam under the moonlight.
In the next instant, all of the underworld emissaries yelled in unison, "By Hell’s Dictum, all rabble shall disperse!"
Whoosh!!
All of the blades flashed through the air in unison, only to be withdrawn less than a second later.
Their blades were so fast that they were impossible to trace with the naked eye. The only sign indicating that they had attacked at all came in the form of their red capes, which were billowing upward from the excessive force used. The rising capes formed an undulating red tide that was both spectacular and menacing.
Several hundred blade projections pierced through the night, slicing through layer upon layer of dark Yin clouds before hurtling directly toward the 73 immortals.
The Yin soldiers had struck with such perfect synchronicity that it was nothing short of art.
At the same time, their brutality perfectly complemented the breathtaking synchronicity with which they acted.
All of the investigators from the Special Investigations Department drew a sharp breath in unison. Never did they think that this King Yanluo would be so overbearing and aggressive, choosing to strike down the 73 immortals without any warning.
Right at this moment, all of the blade projections disintegrated into Yin energy in mid-air as if they had never existed at all.
The change had taken place without any warning. It was as if they had simply been erased out of existence.
"I thought you were only going to act as a spectator." Qin Ye raised his head in a calm manner, looking as if he had already predicted that this would happen. His gaze had been cast toward the revolving diner at the top of the Oriental Pearl Television Tower.
An easy-going male voice rang out from the revolving diner. "You've already killed one of my minions, but his death was much deserved for the disrespect that he displayed toward you. As for the rest of my minions, how about you show them some mercy?"
Qin Ye smiled in response. "Sure. Instead of dismembering them, I'll leave their bodies intact!"
As soon as his voice trailed off, the hundreds of Yin soldiers up ahead retreated, following which more Yin soldiers stepped forward to take their place. All of these Yin soldiers were wielding bows with crimson flames burning at the tips of their arrows, presenting an eerie sight to behold in the night.
"Zhou Gongjin's karmic fire will not be snuffed out unless its target has been incinerated into nothingness. How about I give you a taste of it as a gift to commemorate this meeting?"
Before the inner demon had a chance to say anything, Qin Changxin swept a hand through the air, and several thousand balls of crimson flames instantly rose up from the ground. However, they were aimed at the Oriental Pearl Television Tower rather than the 73 immortals!
Beneath the Yin clouds, the thousands of balls of red fire were like a swarm of fireflies, imbued with lethal killing intent as they hurtled through the air.
In the blink of an eye, all of the balls of fire plunged into the television tower in unison. They had no effect whatsoever on the things of the mortal realm, but all of the Yin energy in that area was instantly detonated, forming a gigantic ball of red and blue fire.
"That's not its true body!" Qin Ye said as his eyes narrowed slightly.
………………………………………………..
Lin Family Mansion.
This was a renowned haunted mansion, the site where one of Cathay's 10 major supernatural events had taken place. No developers were willing to develop this place, and even to this day, the mansion still hadn't been demolished. Remnants of the white walls and black tiles could still be seen, but they were completely charred at this point.
No living beings ever approached this place. Even animals were wary of the area, let alone the nearby residents. However, right at this moment, there was a living creature casually approaching the area along the empty street.
This was a dog, a pekingese to be exact.
It was clear that this was a pekingese kept by a wealthy owner, as evidenced by its lustrous fur and healthy body.
The route that it was taking was very strange. At times, it would trot along close beside a wall. Other times, it would make its way along the tops of the walls, and there were even instances where it walked backwards. However, regardless of what it was doing, it was drawing closer and closer to the wreckage of the mansion.
Right as it entered a 10-meter distance of the mansion, a voice suddenly rang out from within the ruins. "Is the God of Nine Energies here to see me in person? To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"So you do recognize me," the Harken said as a humanized smile appeared on its face. "Why don't you guess why I'm here?"
A smile seemed to have crept into the voice as it said, "Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't wish to fight you."
"Oh?"
The voice continued, "I do not wish to make an enemy out of Ksitigarbha, and I certainly wouldn't dare to irk the second King Yanluo. I heard you're living a good life as a pet dog, why put yourself through this?"
As soon as the voice trailed off, boundless Yin energy erupted out of the Harken's body, causing everything in the nearby area, even the surrounding air, to shatter layer upon layer. As it continued to advance, its body was becoming larger and larger.
By the time it arrived at the ruined mansion, it had already adopted its true form as the God of Nine Energies, and there was a cold smile on its face as it slammed a paw downward. "I hope you can survive in a fight against a pet dog!"
The ruins of the mansion had been neglected for decades, and it crumbled violently to the ground, sending dust and ashes rising up in all directions.
Amid the rising dust, a humanoid figure was finally revealed.
"You were in slumber for 100 years underground in Baoan. Without several hundred years, there would be no way for you to recover from your injuries. I didn't think that you would attack me before then, but I stand corrected. Long time no see, God of Nine Energies."
