"Inkstone? You're from Hell?"
The woman in green grew slightly more serious, and the people around them turned their gazes in this direction as well.
"Even people from Hell have come to the Underworld to fight over Netherworld Fruit. Honestly!"
A burly man glanced at Huosi and cursed under his breath.
Huosi ignored them. He went to the restaurant, casually ordered some food and wine, then silently waited in the hall.
Seven days were nothing to a god, hardly different from an instant.
Bang!
As Huosi quietly drank, the door was suddenly shoved open with brute force. A purple-haired man with blood-red eyes charged inside.
At the same time, a black-haired burly man instantly rose to his feet and stared at him warily.
"Are they going to fight here?"
Huosi immediately frowned and shifted to the side.
Fighting was forbidden in Netherworld Hotel. That was the owner's rule. He had no desire to get caught up in it, even if these two were no more than a single move to him.
"Hey, what are you doing?! Fighting is forbidden in Netherworld Hotel!"
The woman in green immediately stood up and blocked the purple-haired man's path.
"Get out of my way!"
The purple-haired man had no intention of stopping. He directly pulled out a spear and thrust it at the woman in green.
"You're courting death!"
The woman in green's face darkened. An emerald-green whip appeared in her hand, transforming into countless vines that lashed toward the purple-haired man to bind him.
Fighting was forbidden in Netherworld Hotel. This was the owner's rule, and no one could violate it. She had the responsibility to uphold it.
"Hm? The strength of a Seven-Star Demon? But it's still not enough!"
The purple-haired man roared as lightning erupted from his body. A purple sphere