Lightning Flash Thunder Fist, Into the Underworld!

"Going to the underworld to retrieve someone?"

"You! You are so arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, the Underworld Emissaries ' faces instantly turned ashen!

The leading Underworld Emissaries gritted his teeth and winked at his companions. "You hold him off! I'll go back and report to King Yan!"

Having said that, he flickered and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, about to disappear into the ground.

"Trying to leave?" Fang Yu's lips curled into a smile. He flicked his finger, and a bolt of lightning, like a chain, wrapped around the black smoke of the Underworld Emissaries. With a "crack," the black smoke was forcibly cut off!

The Underworld Emissaries miserable scream, half of his body stuck on the ground, and his upper body fell awkwardly back into the hall.

"You—!" Upon seeing this, the other Underworld Emissaries were completely enraged and unleashed their Soul Reaping Rope and Wailing Stick, rushing towards Fang Yu with chilling ghostly aura!

One of the Underworld Emissaries even shouted at Shi Jian, "Master Shi! This man has shown contempt for the Underworld Affairs and his crime is unforgivable! We beg the Maoshan Sect to lend us a hand!"

Shi Jian's eyes flickered as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Although he was wary of Fang Yu's strength, he couldn't disregard the face of the Underworld Emissaries, otherwise the relationship between Maoshan and the underworld would inevitably deteriorate in the future.

He gritted his teeth, and lightning surged from his sleeves. "Disciples, heed my command! Form the Heavenly Dipper Demon Subduing Array!"

"Yes!" The Maoshan disciples responded in unison, quickly taking their positions. Peachwood Sword and talismans appeared simultaneously, and for a moment Golden Light and ghostly energy intertwined in the hall, creating a terrifying scene!

"Heh, quite a show of force." Fang Yu stood still, not moving an inch.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, a flash of crimson appeared in his pupils!

"Buzz—!"

An invisible pressure swept across the entire arena like a tsunami!

The moment the Conqueror's Haki erupted, the weaker Maoshan disciples rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground, their talismans spontaneously combusting into ashes.

The Underworld Emissaries were struck as if by lightning, their ghostly bodies trembling violently. One of them instantly turned into green smoke and vanished, leaving only an empty black robe floating on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled thuds erupted, and the Maoshan disciples were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing into the incense table and pillars inside the hall, finally slamming heavily against the wall, coughing up blood and fainting.

The whole process was so fast that it left no afterimage; Shi Jian didn't even see how Fang Yu made his move!

When the dust settled, the main hall was in a mess.

Fang Yu stood with his hands behind his back in the center, his clothes perfectly in place, while Shi Jian was the only one still standing.

Or rather, he was the only one still conscious.

A cold glint flashed in Shi Jian's eyes, and his body suddenly erupted with dazzling lightning!

The gray-white Daoist robe fluttered without wind, and silver snake-like arcs of electricity danced between the strands of hair. The air in the entire hall was distorted and trembled due to the high-voltage current!

"How dare you be so presumptuous, Maoshan!" he roared, gathering a dazzling ball of lightning between his palms, ready to strike!

"Wait a minute." Fang Yu suddenly raised his index finger and lazily pointed out the window. "Look over there."

Shi Jian instinctively glanced in the direction of the finger, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints!

Outside the window, a giant ball of lightning, over a hundred feet in diameter, hangs above the main peak of Maoshan Mountain in the night sky!

The blinding blue-white light illuminated the entire mountain range as if it were daytime, and liquid-like lightning rolled across the surface of the sphere, with occasional bursts of plasma capable of shattering the mountain's boulders.

Even more terrifying was that the destructive aura emanating from the lightning ball caused the Thunder Method within Shi Jian's body to become disordered and reversed!

"This... this..." His Adam's apple bobbed, and the lightning at his fingertips dissipated uncontrollably.

As an expert in playing with grenades, he knows better than anyone else.

If that lightning ball were to strike, the entire Maoshan Sect would instantly vaporize, leaving not even a trace!

Fang Yu toyed with the small, pulsating ball of lightning in his palm, his tone as casual as if discussing dinner. "I don't want to kill anyone today."

He suddenly crushed the lightning ball, the flying sparks casting flickering light on his face. "Can we talk?"

Shi Jian's Daoist robe was completely soaked with cold sweat on the back.

He stiffly turned his head and saw that the world-destroying lightning ball outside the window was slowly rotating, as if waiting for its master's command.

The remaining Maoshan disciples inside the hall collapsed to the ground, some even wetting their pants in fear.

"What exactly do you want?" Shi Jian's voice was so dry it sounded like his own.

"It would have been so much better if we had done this earlier." Fang Yu Teuchi the Snap, and the ball of lightning outside the window instantly disintegrated into thousands of Flowing Light that vanished into the night sky.

"I just wanted to borrow your Thunder Method Manual to copy for a few days, and by the way," he kicked the unconscious Underworld Emissaries, "To borrow a way to the underworld."

Looking at the night sky, which had returned to normal, Shi Jian suddenly felt as if the world-destroying lightning ball he had just witnessed was an illusion.

But the fear in his heart reminded him that this smiling young man could wipe out Maoshan's thousand-year-old foundation in the blink of an eye.

He stared intently at Fang Yu, finally realizing that the person before him was no ordinary mortal.

That effortless ease with which he crushed the strong even reminded him of the legendary...

Immortal!

Fang Yu bent down, grabbed a Underworld Emissaries messenger by the collar, and shook him awake. "Lead the way, or your soul will be scattered. Choose one."

The Underworld Emissaries trembled as he looked at his unconscious colleagues and Maoshan disciples on the ground, finally breaking down and crying out, "I... I'll open the Ghost Gate right now!"

Hearing the answer he wanted, Fang Yu looked at Shi Jian, "He's figured it out. What about you? You're not even as good as a ghost, are you?"

Shi Jian gritted his teeth, "You've already cultivated your Thunder Method to such a level, why do you still need Thunder Method?"

"Heh, a collector."

What is collecting addiction?

Fang Yu thought for a moment, "Besides Tang Dynasty blue and white porcelain, the Collector also collects Qing Dynasty porcelain, so it doesn't matter."

Shi Jian frowned slightly. Although he knew that this was a far-fetched argument, he really didn't have the power to refute it.

After all, that lightning bolt, which resembled Heavenly Tribulation, was not fake.

Shi Jian's expression was uncertain, and he finally sighed, "The Lightning Flash Thunder Fist technique that you are looking for is not recorded in any classic texts. Its operating principles are only fully understood in my mind. If I were to transcribe it, it would take at least three days."

"Three days?" Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, then suddenly grinned. "No problem! I'll go to the underworld first, and come back to you to get it after I've resurrected the person!"

Having said that, he slammed his palm down onto the bluestone ground!

"Smack!"

A mysterious yellow V50 mark was instantly imprinted into the brickwork and then disappeared.

Shi Jian took a deep breath! Although he didn't recognize the Flying Thunder God Technique Formula, the spatial tremor made his hair stand on end.

This mark is no joke!

At least, such a deity wouldn't need to slap the ground like that; he's not a three-year-old.

Just as Shi Jian was about to speak, he saw Fang Yu turn around and walk towards the Underworld Emissaries.

The Underworld Emissaries nervously made a hand seal, and his pale, ghostly claws tore a crack in the void.

Suddenly, a cold wind howled, and a scarlet blood moon shone through the cracks, with the faint cries of countless wronged souls that could be heard.

Fang Yu turned back and winked at Shi Jian, "Remember to prepare pen and ink. I can take a life much faster than you can write."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the Ghost Gate.

By the river, Fang Yu, carrying his luggage, turned to Sun Wukong and asked, "Brother Monkey, what's the underworld like? Do you think crossing your name off the Book of Life and Death really grants immortality?"

Monkey King threw the peach pit into the river, asking, "Why are you asking this?"

"I also want to draw a couple of lines."

Fang Yu had something on his mind that he didn't say.

To achieve immortality, stealing Ginseng Fruit and eating Tang Sanzang is far better than...

It's easier to bully the old King Yama.