God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen retracted the Abyss Ancient Sword and glanced at Blackie. He was so done. “What are you doing?”

Blackie placed the Sun-moon Crystal Coffin on the ground. Seeming composed, he chuckled. “Im obviously taking some nice treasures. Its hard to come to the netherworld. I cant go back empty-handed, right?”

Zhang Ruochen was honestly speechless. The netherworld was so dangerous, but Blackie actually became greedy. Didnt he know that a tiny mishap could kill them all?

But since Blackie had already stolen the Sun-moon Crystal Coffin, he couldnt just give it back. Furthermore, even if Zhang Ruochen brought the coffin back, the three Wuchangs and evil monks definitely wouldnt let them off.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Sun-moon Crystal Coffin. He could vaguely see the figure lying inside. However, the sides of the coffin were very thick. He couldnt see the features clearly, but he could tell that it was a woman.

Jialuo Yuans eyes fell upon Zhang Ruochen and he let out a raspy laugh. “I finally see a living man after being in the netherworld for so long. Young man, I am Half-Saint Jialuo Yuan of the Death Zen Sect. If you give me the Sun-moon Crystal Coffin, we can have a good relationship. What do you think?”

Despite his words, Jialuo Yuans hands hidden in his cassock were quickly solidifying Buddhist Qi. He was ready to attack and kill Zhang Ruochen at any time.

Zhang Ruochen stood with his sword horizontal. He seemed upright and handsome. “Im sorry,” he said nonchalantly. “I dont need good relationships with evil monks of the Death Zen Sect. Speak! Why did the Death Zen Sect enter the netherworld?”

When Zhang Ruochen had first seen the evil monks, he thought that theyd also come for the pill of resurrection. However, the appearance of Buddha Xinshu changed his mind.

Someone like Buddha Xinshu would never come to the netherworld impulsively. Once he came, he must have an unusual motive.

Jialuo Yuan chuckled loudly. “Since you dont know your place, I have no need to be nice to you.”

“Thousand-ghost Prajna Palm!”

Jialuo Yuan had already gathered his power. A frail hand shot out of his sleeve and attacked powerfully. Then a huge black handprint arrived before Zhang Ruochen, carrying icy Qi.

There were thousands of ghostly prints on the handprint. They wailed.