Boom!
Lightning flashed. The phantom Palace above the Imperial Palace grew clearer, and ghostly flames appeared within it, drifting down in every direction!
The change immediately drew the eyes of everyone in the city.
One man arrived riding Sword Light. At the sight of the strange change overhead, he hurriedly brought it down and landed. Panicked pedestrians surrounded him, yet not one paid him any attention.
The moment he landed, he muttered, "What rotten luck," then looked toward the phantom Palace above the Imperial Palace. "Well, would you look at that. I thought I'd missed what happened a few days ago, but it seems I've caught the tail end..."
The man had a face full of curly beard, wore a Daoist Robe, and carried a Peachwood Sword on his back. Who else could he be but Qiuyuzi of Kunlun?
"What you've caught is no good thing!" the Peachwood Sword suddenly said. "That's one of the King of Hell's Halls in the Netherworld. The Netherworld came into being because of the Underworld Office, and within it stand the Ten Halls and their Ten Hall Kings. Every one of them defies common sense. When someone draws on the power of a King of Hell and manifests it in the Mortal Realm, disaster usually follows."
Qiuyuzi's expression changed at once. "I told you Jiankang City was no good. If not for my Master’s Sect's orders, I'd never have come back this time, especially with that promise I made to young Chen. But why do jobs like this always land on my head? Is my luck rotten, or is someone scheming against me..."
Hum!
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a crushing pressure swept toward him!
Qiuyuzi grunted. He looked at the now-deserted street and shook his head.
"I can't stay