"What being dares trespass into the Netherworld?"
"What a delicious human scent!"
"Such gall! You dare kill the ghost we brothers had our eyes on!"
"Since you've entered the Netherworld, leave your life behind."
Waves towered over the River of the Underworld.
The dead wailed, and hordes of ghosts roared.
Looking around at the Five Great Ghost Kings surrounding him, Xuanming's heart sank. Every last one was a mighty Feathered Transformation cultivator.
None of them was weaker than he was.
More importantly, the five Ghost Kings were similar in build, their faces nearly identical and their auras connected. Yet their skin and hair were respectively blue-green, yellow, red, white, and black. Clearly, these five ghosts had been born of the same mother.
The five ghosts were fierce and baleful, also known as the Five Plagues, corresponding to the Five Phases of heaven and earth. These five Ghost Kings before him were far harder to deal with than ordinary Ghost Kings. It would be no exaggeration to call them the supreme five ghosts under heaven.
For that very reason, Xuanming wasted no words. He struck first to seize the advantage. The Nine-Spirit Origin Sage's lion roar swept across all five directions, shaking their souls, while the Dharma Body of the Heavenly Worthy of Salvation from Suffering, Taiyi blazed with light. Auspicious radiance shone from the sky, filling it with blessed mist.
The Five-Element Ghost Kings' expressions instantly turned grave. They felt a powerful suppression from a superior spiritual rank, and their minds wavered for a moment. Seizing that opportunity, Xuanming swiftly broke away and fled toward the Netherworld fissure.
"There's something strange about that Dharma Body!"
The Five-Element Ghost Kings were both shocked and filled with Rage.
Rage, because their opponent had escaped.
Shocked because they had actually been suppressed.