Chapter 1774: Chapter 1803: You Really Deserve to Die
The arm was corroded by toxins, to the point where it couldn’t feel pain at all.
That day, he remembered the fear dominated by geniuses.
“You’re awake?”
Ksitigarbha’s chubby body shivered, tentatively asking.
The tone was like a child feeling helpless when trapped while playing with a spider web.
“Yes, I’m awake.”
Ye Wushuang checked his body, confirmed it was intact, and relaxed a lot.
“What are you going to do next, are you going to hit me?”
Ksitigarbha asked, trembling.
Ye Wushuang nodded decisively, “Yes.”
“How will you attack, with poison, close combat, or Power of Laws?”
Ksitigarbha stepped back two steps, full of vigilance, his gaze revealing uncontrollable fear. No one came forward to help. The moment Ye Wushuang awoke, dozens of elite Netherworld Messengers around him were silently dissolved by toxins.
Baihe slid away to who knows where, and the Ten Kings of Hell had no movement either. They must have seen Ye Wushuang’s face clearly from afar and had long fled and hidden.
In the end, he bore all the burden. Had he known, he shouldn’t have acted arrogant, guarding the hidden space like a rabbit waiting to be caught in a trap, only to end up being caught himself. If the Ten Kings of Hell had led the Netherworld Messengers to suppress him, he might have had a chance to escape.
“I’ll punch you hard. In one breath, your head will explode by my hand.”
“I learned some secrets in my dreams. Now I need to vent my anger, and you’re the only suitable punching bag. Tense your skin, restrain your Divine Soul; I don’t want you to be utterly destroyed.”
Ye Wushuang raised her pink right fist and walked towards Ksitigarbha unhurriedly.
“No… couldn’t be, right? We have a rapport, even if the Netherworld is ravaged beyond recognition by the Immortal, I bear no grudge. Could the Immortal truly be heartless enough to hit me?”
Ksitigarbha’s legs went weak, he couldn’t help but retreat, awkwardly smiling.
“Next you will say, please spare me.”
Ye Wushuang grabbed Ksitigarbha’s shoulder with her left hand, the slender palm pressing down like a mountain, causing the ground to tremble, buzzing noise reverberating, as Ksitigarbha’s feet were pressed inch by inch into the earth, leaving only his big head above ground.
The black Buddha’s Golden Body was too enormous, leaving only a head exposed to barely keep level with Ye Wushuang.
“Spare, spare me…”
Ksitigarbha panicked, through this maneuver realizing that the woman before him hadn’t lost her strength; even if weakened, she still retained the power to crush him.
“We first met four hundred years ago, didn’t we? You were just a lowly servant back then, standing beside the Nether King in the Netherworld. He had such a big chair, and now look, you’ve climbed to a chair-sitting position, commanding the Netherworld Messengers.”
A hint of nostalgia appeared in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, her hands stroking Ksitigarbha’s bald head.
“Y-yes, at that time, I was blind, not recognizing the true faces of the few top talents, clashed several times. If not for their magnanimity, I wouldn’t have today’s status.”
“Immortal, could you treat me like a fart as before and let me go?”
Ksitigarbha’s face scrunched up, almost crying.
If you’re going to hit me, just do it quickly. What’s the point of reminiscing while patting my head?
This scares me more than direct action.
“No, my junior brother went through great hardship to release my flesh from the hidden space. Upon opening my eyes, I inexplicably learned a piece of news: my Senior Sister Su Yunbing has a man now.”
Ye Wushuang unconsciously exerted more force on Ksitigarbha’s head; he distinctly heard his skull creak, undoubtedly, his skull was cracking open.
Yet he dared not move an inch.
“Your Senior Sister, Su Yunbing, are you talking about the female War God wielding a giant hammer?”
Ksitigarbha inquired cautiously.
“That’s right, you’ve seen her, haven’t you? She smashed through all eighteen levels of Hell with one hammer. A woman with muscles in her head, flaunting brute strength, even her Life-bound Magic Treasure is a hammer. But even such a woman with no femininity now has a man, and it’s said that he’s learned and talented. Why would such a person choose her?”
“Even I don’t have a man: temperament, body, cultivation level, femininity, I outshine her in every aspect. Yet why does she have a man?”
“Tell me, is this reasonable?”
As Ye Wushuang spoke, fury grew in her eyes. Without any cultivation fluctuation, yet the void shook violently, as if an invisible blade was slicing through space, tearing it into deep chasms.
Ksitigarbha’s eyes widened; if this situation continues, the Netherworld is likely to face a second catastrophic strike. Currently, the Netherworld’s only combat power worth mentioning is him, the Ten Kings of Hell don’t hold any weight, the great powers who could spar a few rounds with Ye Wushuang perished five hundred years ago.
Yet what makes him even more restless is that Ye Wushuang’s anger stemmed from this; he had seen Su Yunbing, strong enough to extinguish any fighting spirit, indeed an iron-blooded woman, yet her face was beautiful, skin was good, and she had a great figure. Aside from a fiery temper, she was a top-notch beauty. What’s wrong with her finding a man?
“I gave you the chance to speak, why aren’t you saying anything? Follow my lead, maybe if I’m pleased, I’ll let you go.”
Ye Wushuang stared at Ksitigarbha, speaking coldly.
“Enough?”
Ksitigarbha rebuked in a deep voice, his tone icy to the extreme.
A flicker of surprise appeared in Ye Wushuang’s beautiful eyes: “What did you say? Say it again.”
“I said enough!”
“You’re humiliating me.”
“I was going to suppress your junior brother, nearly tossed your flesh back into that hidden space, yet you’re not angry about those things, instead are jealous of your senior sister, thinking talking nonsense will make me more terrified?”
“You’re wrong, I haven’t wasted a single day in these five hundred years, crawling to this position means having extraordinary mind and resilience. Su Yunbing’s having a man doesn’t concern me, she’s not unattractive, a top-tier beauty with exotic allure. If I were among the elite, I might pursue her myself.”
Ksitigarbha couldn’t hold back, blurting out—even the Ten Kings of Hell were watching, he had to maintain face.
You can hit me, but you can’t insult me. Who wants to hear about your women’s bizarre competitive desires?
But as soon as he spoke, he regretted it. For the first time in his life, he saw a woman furious—a twisted, exquisite face directly sentenced him to death.
“Given the chance, you couldn’t handle it!”
“My Senior Sister is a top-tier beauty? You would pursue her?”
“You truly deserve death!”