"Back to Spirit City!"
Little Jiu did not want Zhu Zhuqing to risk herself again. With Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu in Spirit City, it would be absolutely safe.
After speaking, Little Jiu flew into the sky and looked down upon Netherworld Imperial City. War and chaos were everywhere, with flames soaring into the heavens.
Taking advantage of the rebellion, the soldiers burned, killed, looted, and committed every evil imaginable. The entire imperial city had become a living hell.
Little Jiu's expression changed. Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were fighting for the throne, yet the entire imperial city had been made to pay for it. That night, blood flowed like rivers, and cries shook the heavens.
"By my decree, everyone is to lay down their weapons! Otherwise, die!"
Little Jiu shouted angrily and pressed both hands downward. The Power of Gold activated, and countless golden spears descended from the sky.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Every soldier involved in the killing, burning, and looting was instantly pierced through and nailed to the ground. The sharp golden spears pierced their armor as easily as tofu.
Those who had already fallen into despair were shocked to discover that the brutal soldiers had suddenly been impaled by golden spears falling from the sky. Overwhelmed with surprise and joy, they looked up to see Little Jiu standing proudly in the air beneath a crescent moon, countless golden spears appearing around him and plunging madly downward.
"We're saved!"
"It's His Majesty the Pope!"
"His Majesty is mighty!"
Those who had narrowly escaped death all fell to their knees, bowing devoutly to Little Jiu in thanks. The soldiers who had not taken part were drenched in cold sweat. They hurriedly threw down their weapons and knelt in salute, not daring to move recklessly.
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