When Wang Quan marched to war-not a blade of grass survived.
With several hundred Foundation Establishment Yang Spirits in tow, he charged into the Second-Layer World, heads held high and spirits soaring with delight.
Inside the familiar yet unfamiliar room:
Rags, buckets, steel wool, and the like were scrubbing industriously at the Daoist scriptures on the walls.
When Wang Quan and the others arrived, these evil creatures shrieked and took to their heels.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
Multi-Barreled Artillery appeared on the second and third floors.
The cannon evil creatures grinned viciously, lit their fuses, and aimed at everyone.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannons came whistling toward them, one after another.
Some of Ruo Jinghong's group cast spells to block the cannons, while the others recited the People-Crossing Scripture, locked onto a single cannon, and attacked furiously.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Spears formed from the People-Crossing Scripture stabbed into one cannon, making it roll all over the floor in agony, howling incessantly.
Ignoring everything else, Wang Quan rapidly restored and inscribed the Daoist scriptures.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Black smoke rose from the walls:
Twelve volumes...
Fifteen volumes...
Eighteen volumes...
In the darkness, the Commandant chef poked his head out and roared at Wang Quan in a low voice, "Human, this is my ancestral home."
"Why are you occupying my ancestral home?"
Bewildered and puzzled, Ruo Jinghong and the others looked at Wang Quan and grinned. "Who knew you were a bully!"
Beside himself with rage, the Commandant chef pointed at Ruo Jinghong and the others and cursed them roundly. "You're all bullies!"
Mei Niang sneered. "I'm a bully, all right. What can you do about it?"
The Commandant chef...
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wang Quan had inscribed twenty-five volumes of Daoist scriptures, and the power of his