A master of comedy!

In the underworld, lightning flashed like a waterfall.

A dense, torrential downpour of lightning struck down relentlessly, turning the gloomy underworld sky as bright as day, even dazzlingly so.

The dense thunder energy almost made people doubt whether this was a thunder marsh. Some weak evil spirits were instantly reduced to ashes upon contact with it.

The thunder rumbled, all formed by the laws of the underworld, specifically to strike down the chief sinner, Yama, whose rule was lax.

For a moment, even with his profound cultivation, Yama was unable to withstand the raging thunder and lightning. His body turned charred black, and his flight came to a halt.

On one side, he was consumed by karmic fire; on the other, he was struck by lightning. The once all-powerful and unquestioning Yama, the King of Hell, was now to suffer divine punishment in the public eye.

Moreover, the person who made the judgment was actually a sorcerer whom He had never let go of!

What a shame!
With a roar, Yama finally revealed his true form once more, transforming into an old turtle the size of a mountain. His demonic aura soared into the sky, and his turtle shell shimmered with light as he charged towards Zhou Sheng, defying the heavenly punishment.

This scene astonished countless ghosts and gods. It turned out that the Yama King, whom they revered as a deity, was actually... a demon?

Zhou Sheng laughed heartily, showing no surprise whatsoever. His long hair flew wildly, his robes billowed like flags, and he picked up his brush, like a madman writing cursive script in a raging storm, continuing to write.

"The ghost messenger acted out of personal favoritism, and the ruler suffered nine bitter winters of icy cold..."

He completely let go of all his inhibitions, adopting a posture of risking his life, disregarding his own exhaustion, and his writing became increasingly ruthless.

raging fire, thunder, ice, molten copper, deep-frying, a mountain of knives, tongue-pulling...

Are you going to send me to the deepest hell?

Then let you experience the taste of the eighteenth level of hell first!
Zhou Sheng's own body was trembling. His golden body was worn away, and cracks appeared on his skin. Blood soaked through his clothes, but he became more and more excited as he wrote, and his eyes became brighter and sharper.

King Yama had never imagined that the journey from the Gates of Hell to Fengdu City would be so long and painful.

Even though He revealed His true form and possessed unparalleled defense, able to withstand divine punishment without dying, the pain was still very real.

Those cruel tortures and divine punishments made it almost impossible for Him to fly away. He could only walk step by step, his speed as slow as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.

His eyes grew increasingly furious as he stared intently at Zhou Sheng, his murderous intent even more intense than the sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

For many years, He felt this damned pain again, and was forced to reveal His true form in the underworld, which greatly damaged His prestige. Moreover, He saw those ghosts and gods who had died tragically.

That was the foundation of the underworld that He had cultivated for hundreds of years, and now it was all lost in one fell swoop, almost completely wiped out, while the forces of the Yin King's faction were all outside the underworld, intact.

I'm afraid that from today onwards, even His throne as Yama will be challenged.

And all of this was done by this weak ant that He once didn't even care about!
At this moment, King Yama finally understood the feelings of Judge Lu back then.

Despite having a vast foundation, exceptional cultivation, and complete initiative, he inexplicably fell into the opponent's trap little by little, and was repeatedly used against him by the opponent.

Back then, he borrowed the dragon veins and magical power of the Nine Dragon Seal; now, he is borrowing the Heavenly Rules of the Underworld.

"I will grind you to dust and tear you to pieces!"

"And your soul... The punishment I have suffered today will be a hundredfold, a thousandfold, more severe than anything else you have ever endured!!"

He endured all kinds of divine punishments and walked step by step through endless pain. His eyes, which were like the sun and moon, were now bloodshot, ferocious, and filled with boundless hatred.

Although it moved slowly, its massive body allowed it to cover a hundred feet in a single step, and it was about to close in on Zhou Sheng.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng was in very bad condition. His white clothes were almost covered in blood. Although his posture was still upright, the cracks on his skin were becoming more and more obvious. You could even see the bone inside through the cracked flesh.

Heaven and earth are like a millstone, and rules are like mountains. Whether erasing the rules or creating new ones, one must bear immense pressure—pressure that can instantly grind any cultivator below the Tribulation Transcending Realm into dust.

Even a human immortal who has survived the Heavenly Tribulation would be severely injured. Zhou Sheng wrote so many rules in one go; if his physical body hadn't been extremely strong, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.

Even so, he has now reached his limit.

Should we quit while we're ahead?

Zhou Sheng stared at the old turtle that had approached him, exuding an extremely oppressive aura. The entire sky darkened, as if something was falling from the sky and smashing him to pieces.

His eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs almost bursting out of their sockets, and his vision was blurred as if covered by a layer of blood, but a hint of madness was in his eyes.

Screw you, know when to quit while you're ahead, I'll avoid your sharp edge.

I'll give you a big one!

He wrote with lightning speed, quickly penning a line of shocking new rules. As he wrote, the pressure soared, far exceeding what he had felt before. It squeezed his internal organs to the point of rupture, his joints to break inch by inch, and even the golden core in his dantian showed cracks.

This was not an impulsive act on his part, but rather a result of the calculations in the Luo Shu. If he were to escape now, it would certainly severely damage Yama's strength, but this guy was a very vengeful and vengeful individual.

In the time to come, He will spare no effort to take revenge. If He cannot capture Zhou Sheng, He will capture everyone connected to Zhou Sheng.

Master, Yu Tianheng, Yao Taifeng, Bao Ying, and all members of the Zhou family troupe could potentially die at his hands.

Even with Luo Shu's help, Zhou Sheng couldn't guarantee a foolproof plan against the mad revenge of a peak Eight Tribulation Earth Immortal.

So he had already made up his mind before singing "Exploring Yin Mountain".

Even if we can't kill Yama, we must find a way to severely injure him, so that he won't be able to cause any trouble for at least a few decades!
"Those who become Yama, whose virtue does not match their position, should be stripped of their divine status and cast back into the cycle of reincarnation—"

Just as he was about to write the last character, a loud bang came from his ear. The old turtle stomped down like a giant tree falling, heading straight for Zhou Sheng, intending to crush him into mincemeat.

That's too late!

Zhou Sheng's character "回" still has a few strokes left. It will only be fully effective after it is completely written, and the old turtle's foot is about to land.

In his current condition, he absolutely cannot hold on.

But he did not stop what he was doing. His hair was flying and his eyes were resolute. Even though blood had gathered at his feet and he was about to face annihilation, he still did not stop.

But at this critical moment, time suddenly slowed down.

The river of time appeared, slowing everything around it down, and the old turtle's descent also slowed considerably.

Only Zhou Sheng remained unchanged, still writing.

Roar! !

As expected of a peak Earth Immortal with the cultivation of the Eight Tribulations, Yan Jun forcibly broke through the shackles of the Dao of Time in just one breath, causing Zhou Sheng to spit out a mouthful of blood and his aura to plummet.

In that short time, he finished writing the last stroke of the character "回".

"You old beast, may you rest in peace!"

...(End of this chapter)