The Underworld, Fengdu City, Hall of the King of Hell.
Yang Jian was closer, so he arrived first.
Zhang Yifan was chatting idly with Houtu and the King of Hell.
Boom!
Suddenly, Yang Jian kicked the gates of the Hall of the King of Hell apart with an imposing fury. "Old Qin, come out and die!"
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King Qin Guang and Houtu looked toward the enraged Yang Jian.
Die?
Why did he have to die?
King Qin Guang's eyes widened. He was completely baffled and had no idea what was going on. He had never provoked Erlang Shen before.
Qilin Old Ancestor Big Black Dog also raised his head and gave Yang Jian a puzzled look. Why had he come here? And why was he radiating such murderous intent?
Houtu narrowed her eyes slightly. So arrogant?
He dared to kill the King of Hell?
Did he not see that she, an Earthly Dao Saint, was here?
She needed to teach him a lesson!
Saint Houtu released a strand of divine sense carrying a wisp of killing intent, which shot toward Yang Jian like lightning.
The terrifying killing intent made Yang Jian's hairs stand on end. He hurriedly swung the Dog Beating Stick forward.
Boom! The Dog Beating Stick shattered Saint Houtu's strand of divine sense in one strike.
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Houtu's expression changed. What was going on?
Although it was only a tiny wisp of killing intent, it was still a Saint's divine sense. Even the slightest trace of a Saint's killing intent was an unimaginable terror to a quasi-Saint!
It was like a speck of dust from an era falling onto an ordinary person's head, as terrifying and crushing as an entire mountain.
Yet such terrifying divine-sense killing intent had been dispersed by Yang Jian with one swing of his