Chapter 1773: Chapter 1802: The Netherworld’s Lifelong Nemesis, Ye Wushuang
"How did this woman get in here, why is she in the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
Ksitigarbha was shocked. Always as steady as a mountain, he lost his composure upon seeing the silhouette lying on the ground.
Baihe was wary on the side, not making any further moves. He had no interactions with Ye Wushuang, and for a moment couldn’t recall who this woman was, but Ksitigarbha’s rare demeanor told him that something big was about to happen.
"Since you know the true identity of this Immortal, I think today’s action by the Netherworld can be set aside. Let us leave peacefully, and perhaps you can be spared."
Yu Huan Shui and Li Xiaobai propped up Ye Wushuang’s body.
Li Xiaobai could see that Yu Huan Shui was very flustered at the moment, secretly opening pages of a book on Ye Wushuang’s arm, leaving line after line of text, hoping she could awaken in the shortest time.
"I’ll count to one breath, put the woman down, otherwise you two will be destroyed both in form and spirit."
Ksitigarbha was not buying it; after all, leading the Ten Kings of Hell, it took him three full months to capture Yu Huan Shui and bring him back to the Netherworld for suppression. He was well aware of this scholar’s temperament. He wasn’t sure if Ye Wushuang could awaken, but from Yu Huan Shui’s actions, it was clear that the woman showed no signs of waking up.
"My little brother, it seems we lost the bet, the Immortal hasn’t awakened."
Yu Huan Shui looked bitter. He had engraved all the words that could stimulate Ye Wushuang to awaken on her body, but alas, this Immortal had no reaction at all.
"Let me try."
Li Xiaobai pulled out an ink pen from his pocket and wrote on the pages on Ye Wushuang’s forearm, "Senior Sister Su Yunbing has a man now, and I’m not jealous at all."
"At such a life-and-death moment, you still have the mind to joke?"
Yu Huan Shui looked at that line of text, feeling the urge to curse.
But he immediately shut up because Ye Wushuang’s eyelid suddenly twitched, though it was just a slight movement, he had keenly captured it.
"There’s hope!"
Li Xiaobai’s eyes lit up, knowing he had bet correctly. The second and senior sisters never got along; Su Yunbing was invincible in strength, crushing Ye Wushuang. Ye Wushuang mocked Su Yunbing for lacking feminine charm. If she learned Senior Sister suddenly had a man, she might just sit up in shock even in her dying state.
Taking advantage of the situation, he added a small line, "The man of Senior Sister is handsome, well-read, and an elegant gentleman."
The victory and loss between women is indeed that simple and crude.
Ksitigarbha saw that Li Xiaobai and Yu Huan Shui remained inactive and were no longer as leisurely as before. With a wave of his hand, the Netherworld Messengers lurking in all directions attacked fiercely, enveloping the place with a dense deathly aura, swallowing the three of them in an instant.
Yu Huan Shui looked desperate, "I am doomed."
"I don’t know if there’s still time to explain now."
Li Xiaobai prepared to make one final effort, but the destructive blow he anticipated did not arrive. The force was immense, but as the Netherworld Messengers’ offensive approached him, it vanished at arm’s reach. A slender jade hand extended, obliterating all attacks in mid-air.
"Oh my goodness, she moved, the Immortal moved!"
Yu Huan Shui jumped up, pointing at the prone Ye Wushuang, shouting.
Ye Wushuang’s body was still lying on the ground, only her right hand was inexplicably raised high. The attack by dozens of Netherworld Messengers was wiped out by her single move.
In the distance, Ksitigarbha, seeing this scene, shouted sternly, "Don’t stop, kill them!"
"Baihe, what are you standing around for, slay them!"
"Reporting to Lord, subordinate was about to move, but for some reason, my feet were obviously moving forward, but my body was retreating. Lord, be careful, there is some incredible mysterious power on that woman!"
Baihe Boy, doing a gliding step, appeared to be moving forward but was actually retreating further away, speaking matter-of-factly.
His domain warned him that if he could not withdraw from the core of the battlefield in time, he would be stuck here forever.
"I damn..."
Ksitigarbha felt murderous; normally loyal subordinates all started playing tricks at this crucial moment. What mysterious power?
You’re clearly gliding backward yourself.
"At a crucial time, everyone drops the ball. There’s no choice, got to toss this woman back first and then reconsider."
Ksitigarbha’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and the massive chair beneath him instantly turned to dust. Li Xiaobai felt a change in the scenery before his eyes and then saw Ye Wushuang’s body being pulled into a hidden space, about to be thrown in the next second.
This Netherworld Overlord didn’t want to see Ye Wushuang awaken, and without even understanding the cause and effect, intended to lock her back in the hidden space.
"Who’s pulling me?"
A confused woman’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
Ksitigarbha’s heart skipped a beat. Ignoring all else, he tightened his grip and forcefully swung the hand clutching Ye Wushuang’s ankle towards the hidden space.
A dark shadow was thrown inside, and the iron chains within the hidden space leaped forward like a hungry tiger smelling food, piercing and nailing the shadow firmly in the void.
"Hahaha, Ye Wushuang, you didn’t expect to fall into my hands one day, did you!"
"Where’s the arrogance from five hundred years ago? You shouldn’t forget who is to blame for the Netherworld’s current miserable state!"
"I will thoroughly study this space and then find a way to kill you. You failed to awaken just now, missing the only chance to turn the tables!"
Ksitigarbha roared, his massive body shaking the ground.
He was quite pleased; some matters were only known to those at their level.
Back then, a group of people ignored the laws of the Netherworld, coming and going freely, even storming the Eighteen Levels of Hell to rescue people, leaving them defeated and losing countless lives. Overnight, the Netherworld regressed nearly a thousand years, severely damaged, and hasn’t recovered since.
And this woman was one of that group!
As he laughed, he felt the atmosphere turn awkward, catching a glimpse of the Netherworld Messengers nearby, all poised for battle. Baihe Boy was still subtly sliding backward from a diagonal rear.
"It’s you, we’ve met."
A crisp woman’s voice came from behind his head, a jade hand resting gently on his head, applying slight force.
With a snapping sound, Ksitigarbha’s dark head rotated 180 degrees, forcibly twisted around.
"You..."
"Impossible, I clearly threw you back!"
Ksitigarbha’s eyes widened in disbelief; he saw that familiar face, the arch-nemesis of the Netherworld’s lifetime.
Ye Wushuang!
The living Ye Wushuang!
"You’re as dull in battle as you were before. With such belated awareness, how did you survive until now?"
Ye Wushuang covered her face, chuckling softly, signaling with her eyes for Ksitigarbha to look at his own arm.
Below his right shoulder, the entire arm was gone, with residual dark green poison at the severed end. At the moment he grabbed Ye Wushuang, the poison had melted off his right hand. What he threw out wasn’t Ye Wushuang, but his own arm!