Chapter 100: Beast Ridge

A dark, sinister energy spread throughout the surroundings. The copper coin sword and peach wood sword in Fang You’s hands had just severed countless fox demon souls!

Moans and howls filled the air—pain and sorrow intertwining.

“Fang You, my divine power is nearly depleted, and the suppression of the Netherworld stifles my strength. I must return to your soul!”

“Understood!”

The ground was littered with the bodies of foxes, some fox spirits wounded and still wailing in agony.

The entire place was a scene of desolation.

“Look at you—how do you still resemble a Taoist priest? What’s the difference between you and a butcher wielding an executioner’s blade?”

The massive fox spirit Huang Niangniang, her body covered in wounds, had clearly just endured a fierce battle.

Behind Fang You, the soul of the mighty General Yang Jian re-entered Fang You’s spirit, merging into one.

Fang You radiated with the aura of slaughter; the copper coin sword and the peach wood sword in his hands thirsted for more bloodshed. “Apologies. I must atone for my past sins after death. But now, I have a more important task—to save someone dear.”

Huang Niangniang laughed heartily. “Ha ha ha! You killed our clan in the mortal world, and now you massacre our souls in the Netherworld. Little Taoist, you have quite the courage!”

Fang You merely smiled. “If you spare me today and let me leave, I swear that when I die, you may seek revenge, and I will not resist.”

Huang Niangniang’s laughter grew harsher. “Do you truly believe you will die with honor? That you will even arrive in Hell? You’re a seer, aren’t you? Calculate your past life—who were you really? I’m not afraid no one will kill you; I fear I won’t be able to kill you myself and avenge my clan!”

With that, Huang Niangniang lunged forward, her massive body surging.

But Fang You swung his sword in a flash of light.

Already gravely wounded, Huang Niangniang was cleaved in two midair by Fang You’s demon-slaying copper coin sword!

“Don’t force me! Don’t force me! No, please don’t—!!!”

…

“Boss, it looks like they’ve made contact!”

On their way to the Yama Palace, Fang Chuan’en and Zhang Shengnan suddenly found themselves back in the void as another man emerged from the emptiness, carrying a long blade.

“Zhou Jie, why are you only here now?” Fang Chuan’en frowned, displeased.

“I ran into a crazed soul on the way and took care of it,” the Netherworld ghost envoy Zhou Jie explained calmly, as if slaying disobedient souls was routine.

At that moment, before the three stood a towering mountain. At its foot stood a wooden stake bearing a sign: “Mountain of Fear.”

Fang Chuan’en’s expression turned grave. “You’re beginning to face your karmic retribution in Hell. Did you often play pranks to scare others when you were a child?”

Zhang Shengnan was taken aback for a moment, then thought and said, “Indeed, I was quite mischievous as a child, more like a boy. I often played little tricks to frighten the other boys. Could that really be considered a sin?”

Zhang Shengnan was puzzled.

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