Chapter 023: A Phantom

Wang Bo had grown increasingly fond of using the King's Treasury as a means of attack. Not only was it fast, but it also delivered a massive volume of weapons, like a missile bombardment. After such a relentless barrage, hardly anyone could withstand it.

Even a demigod couldn't.

After all, Wang Bo's treasury contained quite a few divine artifacts.

The other weapons, though not divine, were still the finest of the fine, possessing immense power.

Even underworld deities like Hei Bai Wuchang couldn't endure such a violent assault.

After the rumbling explosions, dust billowed across the ground. Wang Bo waved his hand, summoning a gust of wind to blow the dust away. Looking around, he saw that within a radius of several dozen meters, the ground was littered with all kinds of weapons.

Divine spears, tridents, longswords, cleavers, knight swords... As for Hei Bai Wuchang, they had already vanished.

Based on the scene, it seemed that Hei Bai Wuchang had been completely annihilated in the bombardment. But Wang Bo's intuition told him they weren't dead.

They had escaped.

Those two weren't fools; knowing they couldn't beat Wang Bo and his group, they wouldn't foolishly fight to the death.

Those two were quite cunning.

That was also why Wang Bo had stopped the bombardment. Since they had already fled, what was the point of attacking thin air?

But if those two underworld deities thought they could slip away from under Wang Bo's nose like that, they were too naive. Wang Bo's gaze shifted as he probed for a few seconds, quickly locking onto a direction.

Whoosh!

In an instant, he gave chase. Hela and Lady Gremory exchanged a glance and followed.

Wang Bo sped along, and before long, he caught up with the fleeing Hei Bai Wuchang.

Seeing this, Hei Wuchang said to Bai Wuchang, "You go first."

Then he turned back, holding his Mourning Staff, and swung it wildly at Wang Bo's head.

The Mourning Staff emitted a faint glow in Hei Wuchang's hand, not dazzling, but seeming to shine straight into a person's soul. Wang Bo felt a sharp pain in his own soul.

As if thousands of tiny needles were piercing his soul.

Wang Bo instinctively raised his Cosmo to block that power, and only then did his soul feel much better.

But the Mourning Staff whistled through the air, its howling sound like the wailing of ghosts and the shrieking of spirits, drilling into Wang Bo's brain, damaging his brain cells, and making his head spin.

Wang Bo had to activate his telekinesis to block the sound.

In an instant, before the two had even formally clashed, Hei Wuchang had taught Wang Bo a lesson: never underestimate any underworld deity. Though Hei Wuchang couldn't make Wang Bo capsize in a ditch, he could at least cause him a bit of trouble.

Then Hei Wuchang's Mourning Staff struck fiercely. Wang Bo caught it with his bare hands, but the staff unleashed a strange force that penetrated the protection of his Cosmo and struck directly at his soul.

The force of that blow nearly knocked Wang Bo's soul out of his body.

Wang Bo gasped, quickly steadying his soul. His gaze involuntarily fell on the Mourning Staff in Hei Wuchang's hand. This thing was indeed extraordinary.

It could ignore defenses and strike the soul directly; even the Cosmo couldn't block it.

Impressive!

But this exchange didn't benefit Hei Wuchang either. Wang Bo's strength was immense. When he struck the Mourning Staff, the surging power, like an avalanche or a tsunami, traveled through the staff and hit Hei Wuchang, sending him flying.

Hei Wuchang's body exploded section by section, turning into a cloud of yin energy.

But the yin energy quickly coalesced, reforming Hei Wuchang's body.

That was the nature of an underworld deity: to condense and disperse at will.

Hei Wuchang stared at Wang Bo in shock. Such terrifying brute strength was rare even in the underworld; he had only seen it on the guardians beside Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Those guardians were fearsome, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas with sheer strength.

He never thought he would encounter such a formidable person in the human world.

Whoosh!

Just then, golden rings appeared in the void, and golden chains flew out from them, reaching for Hei Wuchang.

Hei Wuchang instinctively dodged, but more chains surged in like a flood, forming a net that surrounded him.

Hei Wuchang's expression shifted. His body dispersed into a cloud of yin energy, seemingly trying to slip through the gaps between the chains. But at that moment, a chain flew over from the side and locked onto a wisp of yin energy.

Hei Wuchang's body involuntarily coalesced back into solid form.

Then, one golden chain after another swept in, binding his arms and legs.

Hei Wuchang was spread-eagled.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the chains.

Wang Bo said calmly, "Give up. The Chains of Heaven are specifically designed for deities. The higher the divinity, the stronger the chains. An underworld deity is still a deity; you can't escape the Chains of Heaven."

Hela, standing behind Wang Bo, heard this and her expression shifted, then she fell silent.

She hadn't expected Wang Bo to have such a secret weapon, specifically for dealing with deities.

Could it be that these Chains of Heaven were actually prepared for her?

Hela couldn't help but think so, since she had never intended to submit to Wang Bo and was constantly waiting for the day she would grow strong enough to rebel.

So when she saw Wang Bo had the Chains of Heaven, she instinctively thought they were meant to deal with her.

After struggling a few times, Hei Wuchang finally gave up and said to Wang Bo, "Sir, please go ahead."

"No rush. I'll wait until I catch Bai Wuchang and then deal with you both together," Wang Bo said.

Hei Wuchang laughed. "You won't catch Bai Wuchang, sir."

Wang Bo sneered. "Don't be so confident."

Though Hei Wuchang had delayed him a bit, catching the fleeing Bai Wuchang was no problem. Wang Bo took off, his form like a bolt of lightning, and in no time he caught up with Bai Wuchang.

"I always thought Hei Bai Wuchang were inseparable. I didn't expect you to abandon Hei Wuchang and flee alone. That does surprise me, Bai Wuchang."

Wang Bo blocked Bai Wuchang's path and said slowly.

Bai Wuchang stopped, but without despair. After all, she was merely a projection; her true self was still in the underworld, never having entered the human world.

"Your strength is indeed impressive, sir. But I'm not so easy to catch."

Wang Bo didn't bother with further talk. He waved his hand, and the Chains of Heaven flew out.

But the next second, something astonishing happened. The Chains of Heaven passed right through Bai Wuchang's body, hitting nothing.

Wang Bo's pupils contracted sharply.

Bai Wuchang smiled faintly. "Ah, it seems you've noticed, sir. The one standing before you is nothing but a phantom."