"Anyway, a relatively strong level."
Zhang Chen stood at the edge of the rooftop in a fitted white suit, looking down over the entirety of Jinxi County.
Just as Zhang Chen gave his casual answer, a surge of killing intent behind him touched his state of mind. Jia Xin held the slender white blade fused with Xiao Bai's body in his right hand, driving it straight toward the back of Zhang Chen's head. At the same time, Jia Xin's left arm invoked Ksitigarbha King's Buddhist suppressive power, capable of purging all ghostly energy.
Yet just as the Sword Body in Jia Xin's hand, covered in a thin layer of white ice, was about to touch Zhang Chen's body, something strange happened.
It was the same strange sensation Yu Ming had once felt when attacking Zhang Chen. Before Jia Xin, it was as though an enormous mouth were about to devour him, while his attack was utterly incapable of breaking through the scene before him.
"An Apostle-level being? After I fell unconscious from my severe injuries, the information I received was that Senior Wukong had come and handled everything. Now, though, it seems it wasn't that simple. Brother Zhang Chen, you must have played a major role in this, didn't you?"
Jia Xin was utterly shocked by the level Zhang Chen had now reached.
"Ksitigarbha controlled the power of the world, while Senior Wukong alone held off the entire independent world. Leave Yu Ming to me. That fellow is now on the eighteenth floor of the Underworld."
"Hm? That shouldn't be. There's no reason your Hellguards wouldn't secretly execute someone like Yu Ming. Could it be that you, Zhang Chen..."
"You're still the clever one, Xiao Ding Dang. I feel that Yu Ming's survival will be of great importance to us