The Road to the Underworld Is Not Lonely

Amid that voice, Hong Yi fused the four Immortal Monuments into his body and met Hong Xuanji's fist head-on with a punch of his own. As their fists parted, his body moved in an inscrutable blur. Streams of blood qi burst from every pore, igniting into blazing waves of bloodfire, hot beyond measure.

"Xuanji, save me, quickly!" The voice was desperately urgent, a cry at the very brink of life and death that seized the heart. Anyone who heard it would feel that it was the final scream of a life entrusting its last shred of hope to the person it trusted most.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...

Even when his lawful wife, Lady Zhao, had been demoted to a criminal slave and forced to receive clients, his heart had remained immovable as a mountain. But now, with Yang Pan being slain before his very eyes and forcibly refined alive, he erupted. Even his naturally cold-blooded state of mind boiled furiously, like flaming magma and molten gold.

At the same time, the blood surging from his body changed from red to blue! It began as a deep blue, then turned azure, like the sky itself. Once his blood had become the color of an azure sky, it flowed again and changed to gold—yellow gold, violet gold, red gold, black gold—before changing once more, countless colors endlessly circulating...

Hong Xuanji's speed suddenly increased countless times over. Before the Primordial Yang Giant Axe could react, it was struck viciously in the body of the axe by a punch. At the same time, Heaven-Opening Ruyi was bombarded by countless punches from Hong Xuanji, its body cracking apart from the blows!

"Yang Pan, your Three Great Calamity Arts truly are peerless divine arts. Had you been given time, you might indeed have