267 To Annihilate the Hall of Spring! (1/2)

The Concourse of the Underworld had put up such an impressive display of combat repertoire, it was apparent that they were determined to achieve their objective.

Did they look too highly upon He Hanqing, to think that five people were too few and send ten Courts of Underworld Kings of the Concourse of the Underworld all at once?

Now, only five of them had appeared. What if the others had come along too? If so, where were they?

Emperor Song chuckled coldly. He did not intend to bar Venerable Lord Saber from delivering any messages.

Since things had gone to this extent, he might as well have a clean sweep!

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He Hanqing sat silently within the mystical crystal formation. The four experts slowed and soothed their breathing to deliver mystical Qi in order to activate the mystical crystal formation and help heal He Hanqing.

However, just as the purple light started to flicker, signaling the fact that the healing formation had been activated, a loud, crisp, sound hit the center of the formation. Hundreds of high-grade mystical crystals burst into a worthless pile of debris.

A sharp voice spoke out of thin air, ”He Hanqing, to heal yourself at this point in time is a waste of effort. Come, come, leave with my Spirit Summoning Fetters. Your time is up!”

A cloud of fog had surrounded the secret chamber in entirety, and a giant mountain of earth materialized in mid-air, hurtling towards the mystical practitioner.

The four guards swore angrily and attempted to throw up their defenses.

”King Taishan!”

He Hanqing remained seated in his original spot. His appearance remained calm. However, his pupils shrunk instantly, seeing the attack originate in front of his eyes. He crossed his two hands in front of his chest. From his body,a strong aura suddenly sprung up.

A palm coalesced in mid-air. The giant mountain of earth that bore towards them vanished, disappearing into nothingness.

The mountain seemed to be tangible as if it was a real entity. It would indeed be real for ordinary people; they would feel like they were under a falling, giant mountain. However, for high-leveled cultivators like He Hanqing, it was simply a minor threat. Not more than a palm was needed for the form to collapse. The winner was apparent!

A silhouette snorted, ”Supreme Lord Spring Frost's reputation rings true indeed.”

A disdainful voice replied, ”Could it be that my reputation is just for show then?” Along with this voice, a pale white sword cut through the somber fog, like white horses galloping across the mist. Faster than the eye could see, it swung toward the throat of He Hanqing.

”King of Equality!” He Hanqing exclaimed.

Apparently, he did not expect the two underworld kings from the Concourse of the Underworld to appear at the same time in the secret chamber. Not only had they appeared out of the blue, they had attacked him in unison. While snorting, the whole of his body turned unusually light. In a split second, he had swerved away from the deadly sword of the King of Equality.

Immediately, He Hanqing’s face flashed red. He headed up and vomited three mouthfuls of blood. However, his aura did not recess because of that, but instead, climbed to another pinnacle.

He Hanqing's palm and the King of Equality’s sword forcefully met each other over a dozen times, the clanking sounds constantly ringing. After a flurry of exchanged blows, the two grunted and fell back in mutual reprieve.

The Concourse of the Underworld.

The King of Hades had acted!

It was equivalent to the arrival of death itself.

Although He Hanqing did not know the reason behind the arrival of these skilled assassins, he clearly recognized that he was in a perilous position.

He immediately activated the Art of Soul Inducement, suppressing all his injuries instantly at the cost of ten years of his mortality.

He had to be able to fight without restraint. Any other way would mean a terribly low chance of survival.

If he did not achieve his optimum fighting form, a year from today would be his own death anniversary!

It was a pity to have damage done to ten years of his life, but as long as he met Mr. Nian, there would still be a chance to compensate for those years. However, if he could not tackle the critical situation at hand and became a corpse instead, there was no future to even speak of.

”Get out!”

He Hanqing exclaimed sharply. His hunched form became upright. With a thunderous clap, he had blown open the secret chamber to form an underground passage right through to the surface. The force of his palm strike was powerful indeed!

The people from the Concourse of the Underworld had come; in this case, the underworld kings had come personally. This chamber could no longer be relied upon as it would become the sanctuary for the kings from Concourse of the Underworld to plot their executions.

In order to fight for the chance of survival, it was critical that he reached the surface immediately!

However, just as the passage had been formed, a peculiar laughter rang out before a chilly wind rushed towards him, following the flow of the passage.

”Get back here!”

He Hanqing fell back to the ground with trembling hands. Shocked, he uttered, ”You ... how many of you are here? Why?”

A silhouette clad in grey and wearing a crown flickered into view, ”He Hanqing, your time in this living world is up. I am acting in place of the Gods to take you back to hell!”