Beheading

Wang Ci's hatred?

The corner of Qin Jun's mouth twitched. Could it be that the Nether King Scythe had some connection to Wang Ci?

Unbeknownst to him, news of the earlier battle had already reached Wang Ci's ears.

Throughout the Central Wasteland, the Netherworld Hall's spies were everywhere. Even the slightest disturbance could be relayed back to Netherworld City in an extremely short time.

"Looks like Wang Ci has to be eliminated."

Holding the Nether King Scythe, Qin Jun murmured to himself. The Netherworld Hall was more or less on par with the Divine Hall, perhaps only slightly stronger. Its Hall Master, Wang Ci, was likely no more than a Great Luo Golden Immortal, so Qin Jun had nothing to fear.

He then left the Magic Pavilion with the Chongming Bird.

Bai Ze, Hou Yi, and Yang Jian all came over to congratulate Qin Jun on another increase in cultivation.

"How did it go?" Qin Jun asked with a smile, referring to the earlier battle.

Yang Jian promptly reported the results. When Qin Jun heard that Hou Yi had forcefully shot down five Grand Unity Profound Immortals, he could not help laughing.

"Well done!" Qin Jun said with a laugh, patting Hou Yi on the shoulder. Five Grand Unity Profound Immortals was unquestionably a massive loss for the Netherworld Hall.

Hou Yi did not respond, but the smile on his face showed that his vanity had been satisfied.

Yang Jian revealed all the intelligence he had gathered in the city, causing Qin Jun to frown.

Ten thousand years had passed, yet Li Si and Wang Jian were still alive. Now they were about to be beheaded by Wang Ci. There was no way Qin Jun could leave them to die.

"Where is Gugia City?" Qin Jun asked in a deep