Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

Wu Xiaode's whole body shook.

Countless shadows emerged from his back, transforming into swift fists that danced through the air.

The ten Jiuyao Executors dodged in all directions.

Suddenly, one of them shouted:

"Trap him!"

Six Executors simultaneously drew a card and threw it at Wu Xiaode.

While still in the air, those cards transformed into long iron chains, one end binding Wu Xiaode while the other coiled around the Executors' hands.

Wu Xiaode tried to move, only to find himself securely bound, unable to move at all.

The group burst into laughter:

"Ha ha, you're finished. This is the Six-layered Mysterious Overlapping Lock, capable of sealing any power, and with the strength of us six, it binds you alone so neither you nor we can move!"

Wu Xiaode looked up.

The six who bound him could not move, but the remaining four could still attack.

"Now I deem you wicked, and you are completely unaware..."

"Just how much I want to kill you all."

Judgement of Justice.

—Successfully identified evil, damage increased by 100%!

Wu Xiaode released his grip, throwing a handful of gold to the ground, and amidst its disappearance, again clenched his fist.

Boxing, Tai Chu!

As soon as the fist moved, Wu Xiaode instantly entered an "unmatched" state, unrestrained by any power.

He leaped directly into the oil cauldron below.

"Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh—"

Accompanied by his roar, with the "unmatched" power emanating from him, the six were suddenly dragged into the boiling oil cauldron.

The oil cauldron erupted with a high-frequency "buzzing" sound.

Brief screams resounded, only to quickly vanish.

Who knows how deep the oil cauldron was; once dragged down, no one could scream again.

The remaining four's faces changed drastically, flying about in mid-air.

Though life and death were commonplace in the Mysterious World, when had they ever seen someone drag their enemy into an oil cauldron?

"How do we fight this, how do we fight this..."

One kept repeating.

The others also looked pale.

Not long after.

The oil cauldron shook violently.

Countless golden lights shot up from the depths of the cauldron.

A small mountain made entirely of gold gradually emerged from the oil cauldron.

A skeleton, its body covered in charred flesh, stood atop the mountain, hitting another skeleton with its fists.

The skeleton was barely alive, reluctantly opening its mouth:

"Stop...hitting, please."

The skeleton quietly looked at it and said: "Damage doubled, everyone else is dead, only you two are still alive, which shows just how extraordinary your strength is. Elsewhere, I couldn't defeat you."

Pa.

The skeleton punched, exploding the other's head, throwing it to the ground, then picked up another skeleton.

"Last words?" the skeleton asked.

"Pain...it hurts..." the skeleton could only cry out in pain.

Bang!

The skeleton shattered the entire skeleton with a punch.

The blood bar above its head flickered, reducing with each flicker, yet it stubbornly held on.

—This was the Human Emperor's blessing of "Revolving of Life and Death," able to lock the health bar to a certain extent!

The skeleton turned, looking at the remaining four in mid-air.

The battle wasn't over.

"Heavenly Father, come out to cleanse, and while you're at it, add some oil," it coldly said.

Boom—

The golden mountain and the field of skeletons vanished, replaced by boundless radiant Holy Light.

All the Holy Light instantly poured into the skeleton's body.

Blood and flesh grew on its bones.

Skin and hair were restored.

It even donned a pure white robe.

Wu Xiaode, fully revived, still stood atop the floating skull, casually posing in a boxing stance.

"Jiuyao, just watch, I'll let you see your subordinates killed by me while you can do nothing."

"Maybe then you'll remember how you treated me."

He slowly began to speak.

The remaining four Jiuyao Executors silently listened to him.

Suddenly, one shouted loudly:

"Exchange all merits to exit this mission!"

The void flashed, and the person vanished.

—He exited the mission.

Three remained.

Wu Xiaode looked at one of them and said:

"Coming to kill an Evil Ghost like me carries the risk of being counter-killed, do you have any complaints?"

The person silently embraced another beside them.

The sharp fist blade in his hand pierced through the other's chest.

"The sequence will not forgive your internecine killing," the stabbed person said.

"Ahh ahh ahh ahh—" the one who acted shouted madly: "None of us stands a chance of surviving, do you understand? This is a true Demon King."

Covered in malice.

He went insane.

In the darkness, several ghostly creatures had been watching from the side, and now they swarmed in, taking the madman away.

Gradually, his voice faded away.

Only one remained.

This was an elder with a cold expression, holding a long staff, staring at Wu Xiaode:

"Don't lump me in with them, I'm the vice-chairman of the Execution Committee, killing them all alone is not excessive."

"I admit your Mysterious Fist Skill is quite impressive, come, let's have a good fight."

Wu Xiaode didn't respond, merely grinned, and suddenly flashed backward, disappearing into the darkness beyond the cauldron.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The elder immediately chased after him.

But after flying for a while in the void outside the cauldron and blade mountain, he found he lost Wu Xiaode's trail.

The sky was pitch black.

On the ground, there were ominous and treacherous mountains everywhere, and further in the distance was a vast dark plain.

Various undead monsters filled the world.

Yet he couldn't find any trace of Wu Xiaode.

"Damn it, where the heck did he go?"

The elder cursed.

Suddenly.

A creature with the body of an eagle and the head of a man flew over and landed in front of him, asking:

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for someone, and this is his appearance."

The elder waved his hand, and Wu Xiaode's mysterious identity appeared in mid-air.

"If you're looking for someone, why don't you ask Mr. Chou?" The eagle-headed creature asked, puzzled.

"Mr. Chou?"

"Yes, he can help you find anyone you're looking for, as long as you pay."

After saying that, the eagle-headed creature flew away.

The elder shook his head and continued flying through the sky.

Every undead monster on the ground couldn't escape his sight.

But none of them were his intended target.

Suddenly.

He saw a powerful creature sitting on a distant mountain peak.

"Excuse me, have you seen this person?"

The elder once again displayed Wu Xiaode's mysterious image.

The creature shook its head and asked: "In this place, if you're looking for someone, why don't you ask Mr. Chou?"

"Does Mr. Chou definitely know?" The elder retorted.

"Of course, he controls everything in this Death World." The creature replied.

The elder pondered for a few moments and asked again:

"How can I find Mr. Chou?"

The creature produced a stone engraved with special symbols: "Use this, someone will come to escort you, but you need to pay me some benefits."

"What do you want?"

"Anything valuable will do."

"I have a dozen Mysterious Treasure Beads, they're of extraordinary value."

"Deal."

The elder obtained the stone.

He injected his Soul Power into the stone.

The stone immediately emitted a sharp buzzing sound.

After a while.

A crimson sedan appeared in the sky.

Four men as strong as bulls carried the sedan, landing beside the elder.

"Are you the one looking for Mr. Chou?"

One of the men asked politely.

"I am." The elder replied.

"We are sent by Mr. Chou to escort you, please get in the sedan." The man said.

"Alright!"

The elder got into the sedan.

The four strong men immediately lifted the sedan and flew towards the other side of the mountain.

At first, the elder was somewhat cautious.

But the sedan was steady and comfortable; the four strong carriers didn't bring any weapons and focused solely on carrying the sedan.

The elder gradually relaxed and asked:

"Is Mr. Chou the Netherworld God of this area?"

"Not quite, but everyone likes Mr. Chou, after all, he knows everything." One of the strong men answered.

"How long until I can see him?" The elder asked again.

"We're almost there."

The strong man pointed at a completely wooden palace complex atop a mountain peak ahead.

The elder asked no more, just waited silently.

Finally.

The sedan was carried into the palace, stopping in front of a grand and magnificent hall.

"Sir, we've arrived."

The strong man said.

The elder nodded, about to step down from the sedan, when he suddenly found that the strong men and the sedan had all vanished.

In the empty hall, he was the only one standing there.

What's going on?

Could it be a trap?

As the elder was bewildered, he suddenly saw his health bar rapidly decreasing.

—His health was depleted!

He was about to take measures, use some healing item, but suddenly everything went black.

He knew nothing afterwards.

At the same time.

In the human world.

In a certain cowshed.

A calf was just born.

As soon as it was born, it let out a hysterically shrill cry.

—But it was all to no avail.

The sequence had disappeared from it, all its past powers were gone after reincarnation, never to exist again.

Now it was just a calf.

After a while, even the memories of its past life would be completely erased.

It was just a calf.