Netherworld Palace was heavily guarded, with many Ghost Soldiers and ghost generals patrolling its perimeter. One squad discovered Fan Lang's arrival and immediately blocked his path.
A Ghost Soldier brandished the long spear in his hand. Ghostfire blazed in his eye sockets as he spoke. "Halt! What lone wandering ghost are you, and why have you approached Netherworld Palace?"
"I was just wandering around nearby. I noticed this palace was built rather impressively, so I came over to take a look," Fan Lang said casually.
"You ignorant fool! Is Netherworld Palace somewhere you can inspect at will? Leave immediately, and we'll spare you. If you insist on staying, we'll seize you and throw you into hell to suffer!"
"Since I'm already here, wouldn't it be a wasted trip if I didn't go inside? How about this? Show me the way and invite me into Netherworld Palace for a look around. Once I've had my fill of sightseeing, I'll leave."
"Bold! Is Netherworld Palace a place for your amusement? Since you're so eager to enter, we'll capture you and take you inside! There are over a thousand hells within Netherworld Palace. You can take your time playing in them!" The Ghost Soldier waved his weapon. "Brothers, seize this fool who doesn't know his place!"
A group of Ghost Soldiers answered in unison and attacked Fan Lang together. Their strength was quite respectable, each comparable to a human Middle God.
Such attacks were child's play to Fan Lang, and he did not take them seriously at all. His soul flickered erratically several times. Without him seeming to make any move, the surrounding Ghost Soldiers exploded one after another!
Only one Ghost Soldier survived. Fan Lang had deliberately left him alive.
"With trash like you, you think you can drag me into hell?"