Year of Jiazi, All Under Heaven Auspicious

"Slay every corpse in office that stole the incense offerings; let the people's hearts return to their rightful place, here and now..."

In a single night, every clay idol in the human world was cut down. In the underworld palace, Hu Ma also raised his blade and charged straight ahead, facing the myriad gods.

Beside him, the Meng Family Ancestors had already been gravely wounded, their body broken and battered. Faced with gods filling the sky and earth, even they seemed to have instinctively grown fearful.

Though Hu Ma had them under control, they had already begun to slack off a little. Only Xiao Hong Tang at his side still mustered her tiny courage to follow behind him, sneaking bites of whatever she could find from time to time.

But no matter what, the strength of the three of them was still far too small compared with the might of the three imperial ghosts and the gods filling the entire hall. At a glance, they seemed like three ants challenging heaven itself.

Yet the outcome was beyond everyone's expectations. Hu Ma turned himself into a bridge and struck at the imperial ghosts—not with a blade of his own, but by borrowing the human world's killing calamity.

As his blade swept forward, countless figures blazing with golden light in the underworld palace suddenly had their heads rolling to the floor. Their golden bodies cracked and dimmed, as if they had been beaten back to their original forms. Only flimsy paper figures and scraps of ragged cloth scattered across the ground.

Hu Ma's strike seemed to face an army of thousands, but in truth it had cut straight toward the Third Hall's imperial ghost.

Seeing the gods fall from the sky, the Third Hall's imperial ghost was already overcome by an indescribable