Chapter 006: Blasted Apart

[Wangxiang Terrace]

After hearing Wang Bo's description of this thing, the cheat quickly knew what it was.

Actually, even if it hadn't said anything, Wang Bo would have remembered.

After all, Wangxiang Terrace was indeed very famous in the underworld.

Legend has it that the first hall of hell is the underworld structure closest to the mortal world, and because the various ghosts have not yet drunk Mengpo soup upon entering the first hall, they still harbor attachment to their mortal lives and loved ones, so they often climb the famous mountains of the underworld, trying to look back at the mortal world, but they cannot see it.

In this torment of wanting to see their loved ones but being unable to, many ghosts weep secretly in the dead of night, their voices mournful and heartrending.

Thus, the King of the First Hall, upon hearing of this, was moved by compassion and ordered the ghostly attendants to build Wangxiang Terrace, relocating it beside the King's Hall, allowing the souls of the underworld to gaze upon their hometowns and loved ones from their lifetimes.

Therefore, Wangxiang Terrace, also known as "Homesickness Ridge," became a window for the ghosts of the underworld to gaze upon the mortal world and a sacred place for the living and the dead to connect emotionally.

Wang Bo hadn't expected that the first projection he saw would be Wangxiang Terrace.

He had originally thought it might be the Hall of Yama, the Three-Life Stone, or the Yellow Spring Water, the Bridge of Helplessness, something like that.

But it turned out to be Wangxiang Terrace.

It really surprised Wang Bo.

"What should I do now?" Since he had found the projection, Wang Bo naturally asked the cheat.

Of course, in the eyes of the Ox-Head jailer and a group of ghosts and vengeful spirits, Wang Bo was still deep in thought.

The Ox-Head jailer did not disturb Wang Bo, letting him think.

[Since you've found it, just destroy it.]

"Destroy it?"

[That's right, as long as you destroy these things, you can delay hell's fusion with this world. After you destroy all the projections of the underworld in this world, the underworld will lose its coordinates and can no longer devour this world.]

"Got it!"

Wang Bo wasn't entirely sure why destroying the underworld's projections in this world could prevent hell from devouring it, since he hadn't yet reached that level of understanding.

But since the cheat said so, Wang Bo wouldn't hesitate.

"I want to destroy Wangxiang Terrace." Wang Bo raised his head and said to the Ox-Head jailer.

"What did you say?" The Ox-Head jailer said incredulously.

"To prevent hell from devouring this world, I must destroy Wangxiang Terrace." Wang Bo repeated.

The Ox-Head jailer flatly refused, "No. Although I don't know how you know about Wangxiang Terrace, it is an important structure of the underworld. I will not allow you to destroy it."

"But it's just a projection." Wang Bo tried to persuade the Ox-Head jailer, hoping he would give him some face.

"Sorry, it's my duty." The Ox-Head jailer said without any regard.

Wang Bo clicked his tongue and said, "In that case, I'm sorry."

The Ox-Head jailer let out a roar, and ghostly flames burst from his body. In an instant, the Ox-Head jailer was ablaze, as if a bull demon had stepped out of the flames, and in almost a single moment, he reached Wang Bo.

"Die!"

He had heard Wang Bo's determination from his words, and with his rich combat experience, the Ox-Head jailer judged immediately that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

So he attacked without hesitation.

Wang Bo was not to be outdone. With a wave of his hand, bolts of lightning shot from between his fingers, forming a wall of thunder to protect himself.

The Ox-Head jailer slammed violently into the wall of thunder. The collision of ghostly flames and lightning produced a series of dense explosions, and flames and lightning scattered in all directions.

Seeing this, the ghosts and vengeful spirits wailed and fled in all directions, trying to avoid the scattered flames and lightning.

Both ghostly flames and lightning were highly lethal to them.

The Ox-Head jailer's body touched the lightning, numbing him all over, and wisps of black vapor rose from him.

He was grimacing from the electric shocks, looking quite pained.

But the Ox-Head jailer did not retreat a step. Ghostly flames gathered in his hands, and with a tearing sound, he ripped open the wall of thunder and strode in.

With each step, his ghostly flames grew stronger.

With each advance, the yin energy that corrodes the human body became more fierce.

Wang Bo couldn't help but marvel—no wonder the Ox-Head jailer of the underworld was so fearsome and terrifying, enough to make one tremble.

But Wang Bo was not among those.

Facing the Ox-Head jailer with his greatly enhanced aura, Wang Bo was undaunted. Lightning leaped from his fingers, forming a long sword that he swung at the Ox-Head jailer's head.

Not only Wangxiang Terrace, but this Ox-Head jailer was also a projection of the underworld, within Wang Bo's scope of elimination.

So Wang Bo held nothing back.

Fortunately, the Ox-Head jailer hadn't expected Wang Bo to hold back either. In his view, since Wang Bo wanted to destroy Wangxiang Terrace, he was an enemy to the death.

Against an enemy, he naturally had to go all out.

Facing the lightning sword, the Ox-Head jailer shot two beams of ghostly flame from his eyes. The moment they flew out, they entangled Wang Bo's sword.

Wang Bo felt his sword fixed in midair, unable to advance an inch.

At the same time, the Ox-Head jailer's hoof kicked fiercely.

Wang Bo stepped forward, released the lightning sword, and threw a punch.

Bang!

The two immense forces collided, stirring up a violent gale. The entire tavern was torn to shreds, ceasing to exist. The ghosts and vengeful spirits inside were blasted away by the tremendous force, screaming as they turned into black mist.

But seconds later, the black mist coalesced again, forming ghosts and vengeful spirits.

After a second of stalemate with Wang Bo, the Ox-Head jailer exploded with a bang. Although his power was terrifying, it was still a notch below Wang Bo's.

Wang Bo's fist was overwhelmingly fierce, like a pouring Milky Way, a bursting dam, vast and unstoppable.

Even the Ox-Head jailer had to concede defeat, acknowledging his inferiority.

So he was blasted apart.

But like the ghosts and vengeful spirits, although the Ox-Head jailer was blasted apart, he turned into a black mist, flew some distance, and then coalesced back into his form.

Seeing this, Wang Bo clicked his tongue. The solar true qi in his body was all used to lock down the curse power and couldn't be used freely; otherwise, that punch mixed with solar true qi would have been enough to kill the Ox-Head jailer's projection completely.

After all, solar true qi was the bane of these ghosts and vengeful spirits.

And while pure force could blast him apart, killing the Ox-Head jailer was no simple task.