Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 383: Chapter 177 The Shock of the Master of North Mang Mountain_1

The despair on the Netherworld Commander Bull Head’s face instantly transformed into a color of wild ecstasy.

The enormous skull “thumped, thumped, thumped” against the shattered ground, the sound filled with excitement.

“Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!”

In the entire Netherworld, no one was clearer than he about what a tremendous existence this seemingly young cultivator was.

Being able to receive a response from him meant that the turmoil in the kingdom of Hell caused by the unrest of the Netherworld would surely be perfectly resolved.

Shen Yuan showed no reaction to Netherworld Commander Bull Head’s excited response and continued forward after a brief pause, with Gong Buyu and others following closely behind him, heading toward the direction of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.

The figures of several vanished into the dense forest of water monsters, and even though Shen Yuan and his companions had long since departed, Netherworld Commander Bull Head still maintained a kneeling posture on the ground.

It was not until a long while later that Netherworld Commander Bull Head slowly raised his head.

And at that moment, a black light suddenly flashed across the Samsara Authority Token on the huge divine form’s chest, and the Ghost King, who had been suppressed by Netherworld Commander Bull Head, finally seized a sliver of control over his body.

A head grew from the neck of the divine form, unmistakably the fierce and distorted skull of the Ghost King.

He stared intently at Netherworld Commander Bull Head, his hoarse voice as sharp and grating as fingernails on a chalkboard, filled with a tone tinged with venomous emotion:

“You have violated the agreement between the Master and the Samsara King, not only letting those humans escape but also divulging the dealings between North Mang Mountain and the Yamas to the humans.

I will surely report this matter to the Master later and have the Samsara King punish you.

Even if you are a high-ranking Netherworld Commander, you cannot bear such a grave responsibility, and the 10th Hall Yama will strip you of your Netherworld Commander position, casting you into the 18 Levels of Hell!”

“As for that human, I admit he has some skills, but if you think he can stand against the Master, you are terribly mistaken.

Even though the Master is constrained by the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, as soon as he steps into it, it would be effortless for the Master to kill him!”

Netherworld Commander Bull Head pocketed the joy from his face upon hearing this, glancing at the second Ghost King head at his neck, his eyes filled with pity for the ignorant.

That huge mouth slowly opened, and Netherworld Commander Bull Head’s words carried an indescribable sense of emotion and reminiscence:

“It seems you are unaware of what kind of existence you and the Master of North Mang Mountain are confronting.

That person was renowned in the Primal Chaos Realm over ten thousand years ago, overpowering countless peers, but that was just the least notable of his many identities.

Not to mention the mere Master of North Mang Mountain, even the 10th Hall Yama in Hell has never been considered by him.”

“Once he takes action, it will be with the ferocity of thunder, wiping out all demons and evil spirits, and North Mang Mountain’s time is running short.”

The Ghost King’s pupils suddenly contracted; the identity of this Netherworld Commander Bull Head was no ordinary matter, and he had no reason to deceive him.

Amidst the rising fear in his heart, the ferocious skull detached from the body it was supposed to belong to and charged toward the direction of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.

He had abandoned most of his corporeal form, just so this fragment of his wretched soul could escape.

Netherworld Commander Bull Head watched the fleeing Ghost King with a cold smile. In no more than a breath’s time, the Ghost King had already escaped several miles, yet Netherworld Commander Bull Head showed no concern, only speaking in an icy tone:

“Seize the soul!”

Amid the clinking sound of chains echoing through the void, a bloody chain extended out of thin air, tightly coiling around the fierce head.

No matter how much the Ghost King tried to exploit his Ghost energy, he could not move the chain an inch, as if this chain was naturally made to restrain their ghostly forms.

Netherworld Commander Bull Head grabbed the chain-bound head in one hand, his voice devoid of warmth:

“While someone of your minor status may not concern him, it’s still better to deal with it beforehand.

Prior to him personally arriving at the Netherworld, news about North Mang Mountain must not reach the ears of the Yamas.”

As his voice fell, Netherworld Commander Bull Head’s massive hand exerted force, and the Ghost King’s fierce and terrifying head was crushed, turning into a vast amount of Ghost energy that was completely absorbed by Netherworld Commander Bull Head.

After that, Netherworld Commander Bull Head looked toward the Samsara Authority Token on his chest, waved his hand, and the inscriptions on the token were forcibly erased, dissipating into wisps of dark energy.

Having done all this, Netherworld Commander Bull Head looked in the direction of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land and respectfully bowed while holding the chain.

The next moment, the towering figure of the divine form collapsed with a rumble, reverting back into ghostly mist, merging back with the expanse of water monsters.

With Netherworld Commander Bull Head’s departure, what was once an expanse of water monsters spreading a hundred miles began to rapidly shrink, returning in a few breaths to its original range of a little more than twenty miles.

But with the Ghost King and evil spirits within the water monsters completely slaughtered, the expansion of the water monsters had long since stopped and was even shrinking toward the direction of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.

In the dense forest near the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, as the presence of Netherworld Commander Bull Head and the Ghost King utterly dissipated, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but turn his head towards the direction where Netherworld Commander Bull Head had vanished, silently heaving a sigh of relief.

Even though Shen Yuan did not fear Netherworld Commander Bull Head’s split soul, dealing with such an ancient creature that had lived for tens of thousands of years was still somewhat uncomfortable for Shen Yuan.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If it hadn’t been for his previous experiences, which had given Shen Yuan sufficient expertise, he might not have been able to hoodwink Netherworld Commander Bull Head.

With Netherworld Commander Bull Head gone, Shen Yuan finally relaxed.

Since he had already made his choice, he was bound to go to the Netherworld, but before that, Shen Yuan had to ponder over some matters behind the unrest of Netherworld, as well as the issues previously mentioned by Netherworld Commander Bull Head.