Ever since he had summoned a [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] strike in the Underworld, there had been nothing left in the vast Residence No. 95 that required his attention.
Because everyone knew:
If Wang Quan was asked to handle something, this fellow might mindlessly summon a Sky Patrol Magic Treasure strike.
The [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] was terrifyingly powerful.
Even a casual strike could destroy a third of a city.
At full firepower, it could reduce City No. 95 to ash.
Therefore:
Neither the Underworld rebels nor the native factions had any beings who dared trouble him anymore.
So, although he had rarely visited the Underworld over the years, No. 95 Courtyard had continued to operate normally.
The Underworld beings gathered resources for him when they were supposed to, and crafted magic artifacts when they were supposed to.
They dared not slack off in the slightest. When problems arose, they found their own solutions and absolutely dared not disturb Wang Quan.
Yet under these circumstances, something in the Underworld still required his attention?
Something major!
Definitely something major!
Wang Quan took a deep breath, suppressed the unease in his heart, and called over the Officiant and Dream Nun to give them some instructions.
Then he stepped forward and appeared directly in the Underworld.
From outside, Residence No. 95 looked peaceful.
Inside, however, it was in turmoil.
Ruo Jinghong was leading Tongtong and some spirit monsters, wielding special whip artifacts to lash the Underworld natives.
After a bout of wailing, the natives immediately behaved themselves.
But Residence No. 95 was too large for Ruo Jinghong and the others to bring under control.
Just as she was growing frantic, Wang Quan turned into a streak of killing intent and descended from the sky. "What happened?"
Ruo Jinghong said joyfully, "You're finally here!"