Chapter 611: One Punch, One World (1/2)

A terrifying cacophony of growls and shrieks, as well as the clatter of chains dragging on the ground, traveled from the unexplored abyss of hell. The three coffins hovered in the air, radiating light of three different colors to suppress the rioting depths, where a pair of stark-white eyes gazed back silently upon them.

Lu Yun’s nine Envoys of Samsara stood in midair, hellfire burning around them to form a protective circle around the netherworld’s civilization. Xing Chen had returned to the netherworld as well, his eyes fixed on the unknown abyss. He could sense the pale eyes boring holes into himself.

Chains and black shackles abruptly snaked out from the void, followed by humanoid beings dressed in tattered clothes that were marked with the character zu for ‘pawn’. A pungent smell of decay wafted about them.

“Grr!” one of the humanoid beings snarled, unleashing the power of an origin dao immortal as it charged into the known space of hell.

Wham!

The three coffins trembled as a phoenix croon, qilin screech, and turtle roar echoed through hell. Powerful soundwaves reverberated off of each other, crushing the terrible beings into pieces.

However, there were too many of them. The endless horde of monstrous prisoners threatened to overwhelm hell. They even assembled into strange formations to offset the power of the coffins.

Chains and shackles rattling in their hands, the humanoid beings gradually advanced through the perimeter set up by the coffins and encroached upon the sole spot of light inside hell.

The coffins were incredibly powerful. A slight shift from the Nine-Phoenix Casket was enough to crush all of the charging prisoners. Not to be outdone, the Enneaqilin Coffinbiers and Ninefooted Turtle Cist barrelled straight into the darkness.

“Kekeke—” Grating laughter rang out as the void around the pale eyes crumbled away, revealing a ghastly white figure. “Bold of you little matchsticks to stand in my way.”

It wasn’t a skeleton, but a being of flesh and blood. Bizarrely enough, its flesh and blood were as white as bones and covered in strange patterns.

It sent the Nine-Phoenix Casket flying with a single move, then lifted its leg to stomp down onto the Ninefooted Turtle Cist. While its fellows were under attack, the Enneaqilin Coffinbiers slammed straight into its chest.

Boom!

The impact of the collision threw the coffin clattering back to the ground, its nine qilins shattered, prone, and unmoving.

Crack crack crack!!

Applying greater force, the white figure flattened the Ninefooted Turtle Cist into the earth beneath its feet. Blood seeped out from the resulting cracks.

The figure stalked out of the darkness.

“Last time, I was restrained and so suffered an injury from your sword. Let’s see what you can do this time.” Its eyes burned with white flames.

Xing Chen could tell that it was Hadal Bonefire, but one several times more powerful than that of Jiangchen Xie’s. They might as well be completely different flames.

Back when Lu Yun had experimented with his sword techniques in hell, he’d invented his fourth technique, Endless Cosmic Ocean, and injured a powerful being within the void. That must be the white figure they were facing now.

With a wave of Xing Chen’s hand, starlight showered down from the sky and transformed into boundless sword energy. He’d conjured a hundred and eight thousand sword atlases with the power of the Cosmic Sea, each of which contained ten thousand rays of cosmic sword light.

A total of a billion and eight hundred million strands of sword energy circled around Xing Chen.

Amplified by the power of hell, the great might of the heavenly lungs and heart enabled him to tap into the full power of the Cosmic Sea.

“I was able to injure you last time, so I’ll be able to kill you this time.” Xing Chen waved a hand and coalesced the sword energy into real flying swords, their vibrations weaving a humming symphony.