War on Two Fronts

The second layer of the Abyss had completely become a battlefield. This grand "fishing" spectacle had reached its conclusion with all the sharks taking the bait.

Now, it was a matter of whether people ate the fish, or the fish gnawed on the people.

"You demons are laughable and pitiable. Why have you gathered here without cause? The Celestial Master has arrived! You insects, withdraw at once!"

Dark clouds covered the entire sky as a bearded middle-aged man in Daoist robes floated in midair.

He looked as though he had stepped out of a zombie movie, yet lightning surrounded him. A peachwood sword was in one hand, and a soul-capturing bell in the other.

".Brother Zhong is acting up again."

"Heh. As if there was ever a time when he wasn't."

This man, who seemed wildly out of place in this era, was Zhong ShuEn, the King of Drama—or rather, Zhong Lao San, the Thunder Celestial Master.

"He's the Celestial Master today? Uh, lightning seems to counter water. Lucky us."

Seeing the ancient-robed man in the sky, the other upper-echelon figures on the battlefield let out a sigh of relief.

Zhong ShuEn was considered one of the core powerhouses of the younger generation—meaning those between fifty and seventy. He had become Rule-level at a young age, and his potential far exceeded that of ordinary Rule-level combatants. With him holding the field, everyone naturally felt more at ease. If they were lucky, that was!

".Let's hope he doesn't have an episode today."

"He took his medicine. At least for the next twenty-four hours, his personality won't switch."

Zhong ShuEn—or rather, the Zhong Family's seven eccentric brothers—were all completely different. From beggar to emperor, from Celestial Master to CEO... yes, this guy was mentally ill, the officially certified kind from Changping Mental