Chapter 345: The Naturally Evil Spirit World Detective—It

Ten years ago, the demon realm tunnel had already been opened by humans, though it was only a small tunnel used to summon low-level demons.

The organization that sought to open the tunnel was the massive smuggling syndicate known as the Dark Club, which treated all living beings as trade objects.

The summoned demons were captured and traded for huge sums of money; humans hired demons as bodyguards, then went out to capture more demons for large-scale summoning and trading.

The person sent by Little Yama to stop all this was the former Spirit World Detective, Senzui Jin, and his partner, Shu.

There, Senzui Jin witnessed humans more ugly and cruel than the demons he had long despised.

He killed every human present, and at the same time fell into confusion.

Was the thing he had fought to protect all along these ugly, pig-dog humans? The very existence of humanity filled him with guilt; he resolved to overthrow the world and make all humans atone—after that, the Spirit World Detective Senzui Jin vanished.

A genius who had gone astray, bent on destroying the world, a time bomb hidden within human society—whether now or later, it would explode.

And just as Yuu and the others had given up hope of finding him, Senzui Jin appeared, fresh and vivid.

He was extremely tall; in an era when the average adult male height in this country was only one point seven meters, he stood two meters tall, clad in black, a strand of black hair hanging over his forehead, and a mark called “Mei Jian Hao Xiang” at the center of his brow—the white radiance of the brow-hair mark shining upon ten thousand eastern worlds, meant to save all beings.

And his way of saving all beings was to destroy humanity.

“Then let me ask you…”

The man who had once been a Spirit World Detective did not strike immediately, but questioned the tense group.

“Do humans even deserve to live?”

This was Senzui Jin’s catchphrase, the motive behind all his actions, and the affirmation he had longed for.

When he asked this question, “not worth it” had already become his own answer.

Everyone was shocked and furious; before Senzui Jin appeared, none of them had sensed anything, and among them, Kuwabara Kazuma was the most impulsive—even restrained, he refused to sit idle.

“Who cares about your nonsense—Spirit Sword…”

“Boom————!”

Before he could draw his spirit sword, Senzui Jin merely tapped him lightly with his hand.

As if a mountain had fallen from the sky onto Kuwabara, the ground around him cracked like fragile cookies, and the crushing force sent ripples of shockwaves spreading outward.

“Bang————!”

The shockwave blasted in all directions; the entire street shook violently, and people nearby screamed and fled.

With a dull thud, Kuwabara was buried vertically into the earth like a scallion, his eyes bulging as if he were a fish on the brink of death.

The others’ faces turned even more pale—not only was there a gap in physical strength, but it also revealed the terrifying magnitude of his spiritual power amplification.

Since childhood, Senzui Jin possessed extraordinary spiritual energy, so demons constantly tried to kill him; eventually, the Spirit World noticed him. Little Yama saw his pure heart and immense spiritual energy and deemed him fit to succeed Shinoda Kuro and become the new Spirit World Detective.

Though he had strayed from the path, that did not mean his strength was weak.

If Yuu’s current spiritual power was 3000, Senzui Jin’s exceeded 10,000—meaning his spiritual power alone reached the level of an A-class demon.

Even if Genkai had used the Spirit Light Jade to grant Yuu a boost equivalent to over a decade of cultivation, he still could not match the supreme genius Senzui Jin.

“Let me ask you again—do humans deserve protection?”

He tossed the unconscious Kuwabara aside like a ragdoll, stepping with graceful, dance-like motions; Senzui Jin’s slender brows and eyes showed no trace of haste, as if the few boys before him posed no threat whatsoever.

“Pah!”

Yuu said nothing, only assumed the stance to fire a Spirit Ball.

“Too lazy to talk, too lazy to listen.”

Feiying drew his Demon King Flame Killing Sword, revealing his third demonic eye, glaring fiercely.

“My answer to this question? They’re worth protecting!”

Zangma declared firmly, drawing his sharp Rose Whip Blade.

“Good. Then prepare to face my fists, Senzui Jin!”

Not receiving the response he wanted, Senzui Jin looked at these insolent youths, and cold golden light stirred in his dark eyes.

In an instant, fierce winds howled, sand and stones flew; in the raging storm, dust and debris swirled, blurring all vision, plunging all things into chaos.

Like lightning racing across the earth.

Enraged, Senzui moved his foot, sending a brilliant golden line shooting forward.

Boom!

The golden line swept past the boy, instantly shattering Yuu’s stance; his tensed muscles ached, his bones rattled as if shattered.

His body flew backward like a cannonball, striking the house behind him—like being hit by a speeding train—with a deafening crash, he smashed straight through wall after wall.

Puff!

Dark red blood spurted like a fountain, splattering the ground.

At the same time, Feiying and Zangma attacked together.

Kuwabara woke up, drew his spirit sword; Yuu wiped his mouth and rose from the ground, clenching his fists again.

Senzui Jin, facing the four still defiant youths, frowned slightly—he still did not understand their purpose.

“Forget it. They’re just kids. Kill them all.”

Soon, a cruel expression surfaced on Senzui’s face.

…

While Yuu and his group were about to brawl violently with Senzui Jin, Jia Ji was not idle.

He followed Little Yama to the deepest layer of hell—the “Mingyu Realm.”

At the entrance to hell, he awaited someone’s release from prison.

The demon realm tunnel was about to open; it was time for him to crawl back from hell.

“He” was Jia Ji’s opponent, and also Jia Ji’s friend.

“He” was both demon and human.

“How’s it going?”

“How’s it going?”

Two towering figures faced each other, exchanging a conversation that would sound absurd to any listener—but they understood each other perfectly.

“Not bad.”

“I’ve left you far behind.”

Demon Warrior—Hu Yulü Di.

Heir of Beidou Shenqian—Jia Ji.

Two warriors, before the gates of hell, at the threshold of the netherworld, spoke openly as if no one else existed, simultaneously extending their powerful arms and clenching their massive right fists.

“Your next words are…”

“Your next words are…”

Their fists, vastly different in size, slammed together; the sky and stone bridge of hell shook violently. The serious expressions on their faces changed in similar ways.

“Long time no see.”

“Long time no see!”

Then, they looked at each other and smiled.

(End of Chapter)