Chapter 1 Unexpected Encounter

Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!

Just as that dignified and icy voice rang out, a figure clad in black armor emerged from the gates of the underworld.

The figure was completely covered from head to toe in black armor, revealing only a pale, bloodless face.

And just now, he had annihilated all the wandering souls pouring out of the gates of the underworld with a single blow.

Qiao Yu was completely stunned.

The faces and voices of those wandering souls seemed to still be before his eyes; the little girl had even said that if she successfully reincarnated, she would treat him to ice cream.

But the next second, they were directly obliterated by the man before him.

Qiao Yu fell silent.

The black-armored man saw Qiao Yu standing at the entrance to the underworld and rebuked him in an icy voice.

"As the inheritor of the King of Hell, what are you standing around for? Follow me at once!"

Qiao Yu raised his eyes and met the man's gaze.

The moment their eyes met, a chill went through the man's heart.

Everyone he had met in the past showed awe when they saw him.

But those blue-gold eyes held no emotion whatsoever, as if all emotions had been extinguished.

"Aren't you going to offer an explanation for those innocent wandering souls?" Qiao Yu said coldly.

Hearing this, the man forced an ugly smile onto his pale face.

"Explain? I am Tu Yingyi, a warrior of the underworld under the King of Hell! They were just a bunch of useless wandering souls; killing them is no big deal! Tu Yingyi never needs to explain his actions to anyone!"

As he spoke, Tu Yingyi instantly unleashed a terrifyingly violent aura. This power was a genuine force of law!

This Tu Yingyi was actually a first-order god!

There was no surprise on Qiao Yu's face. From the moment Tu Yingyi annihilated so many wandering souls with a single blow, he had guessed that Tu Yingyi was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Then, Qiao Yu immediately revealed a fawning smile.

"So, you're a True God realm expert, big brother! You should have said so earlier. You're right, big brother, you did a great job killing them!"

Qiao Yu showered him with praise as he walked towards Tu Yingyi.

A contemptuous smile rose on Tu Yingyi's face. "Enough nonsense, follow me!"

Tu Yingyi turned around, intending to lead Qiao Yu into the underworld. One of his tasks here was to receive the King of Hell's inheritor.

So far, he had received three inheritors who had maxed out their underworld energy value. The person before him was the fourth.

Naturally, there was more than one entrance to the underworld. This one was the wandering soul passage located in Ghost City, which was specifically for wandering souls to be reincarnated. This passage had been closed for a long time, and Tu Yingyi didn't know why Qiao Yu had entered from here, but he didn't care. He was only responsible for receiving people.

But the instant Tu Yingyi turned his back to Qiao Yu, every hair on his body stood on end. His instincts as a god told him that he was in grave danger.

Tu Yingyi turned around and saw a blade of extreme sharpness slashing towards him.

He crossed his arms to block, but the incomparably sturdy black armor was as fragile as paper in front of the great blade, and it was instantly cut to pieces.

Tu Yingyi was shocked and didn't dare to meet the attack head-on, so he quickly retreated.

However, a deep, bone-deep gash appeared on his arms.

Tu Yingyi fell silent.

He was injured, and by the hand of a peak pseudo-god who had not yet mastered the power of law.

Although he had been ambushed, Tu Yingyi still found this difficult to accept.

He was a supreme True God realm expert; beneath the True God were all ants.

But now, he had actually been injured by an ant.

Tu Yingyi slowly raised his head and stared at Qiao Yu, a chilling light flashing in his eyes.

"Why?" he said coldly.

"Oops, sorry, this knife is too heavy, and it accidentally slipped just now!" Qiao Yu scratched his head in annoyance.

He was also shocked. He had put all his killing intent into that strike.

The gratitude and wish power of trillions of wandering souls had pushed his realm to the peak of the pseudo-god stage, and Qiao Yu's strength was now extremely terrifying.

According to his calculations, that strike, which had activated the Yang Shou Blade Technique, would have been difficult for even the old phoenix of the Phoenix Clan to escape unscathed.

But this strike had only managed to injure Tu Yingyi before him, and couldn't even inflict a serious wound.

Was the gap between the True God stage and the pseudo-god stage really so great?

Hearing Qiao Yu's insincere explanation, Tu Yingyi's pale face remained expressionless.

"Daring to attack a warrior of the underworld for a group of wandering souls who have been dead for who knows how many years, you certainly have guts, but..."

Tu Yingyi's expression turned ferocious.

"You overestimate yourself too much. You're just an inheritor, do you really think you're already the King of Hell?"

The purple lightning that had annihilated countless wandering souls earlier crackled once again.

"You're not the only inheritor. Since you've taken the initiative to attack, even if I kill you, Lord Thanatos won't blame me. Go to hell!"

Tu Yingyi roared, and violent purple lightning swept towards Qiao Yu. At the same time, an icy killing intent locked onto Qiao Yu.

Clearly, Tu Yingyi had comprehended the most basic lightning law.

Watching the purple lightning sweep towards him, Qiao Yu slowly clenched his fingers. He also wanted to try and see if his current physical body could contend with even the weakest of gods.

"Netherworld Sky-Opening Fist!"

Ghost energy condensed on his fist, and he violently collided with the purple lightning sweeping towards him.

The violent shockwaves swept through the desolate and gray underworld.

After the collision, Qiao Yu staggered back dozens of steps, a salty, fishy taste rising in his throat.

On the other hand, Tu Yingyi stood in place without the slightest movement. Clearly, Qiao Yu had been at a disadvantage in this exchange.

But a look of shock appeared in Tu Yingyi's eyes.

He had used 70% of his power in that strike, and yet he was still unable to kill the young man before him, who was only at the peak of the pseudo-god stage?

He had to know that when he used that strike earlier, he had instantly annihilated trillions of wandering souls.

At this moment, instead of being discouraged, the injured Qiao Yu raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled kindly.

"It seems... the so-called gods aren't that strong after all."