Chapter 906: Hand Over Your Controlled Weapons

"Master, don't kill him directly, try to force out his weapon." Zhu Bajie said in the grey mist.

"Hmm, give it a try." Tang Luo also didn't know whether the Underworld King Haidisī had any weapon.

Anyway, first attack; if the opponent can't withstand, they'll naturally bring out their weapon.

"Haidisī isn't dead!" Meng Tian shouted from the side, reminding Tang Luo.

Needless to say, Tang Luo could also tell.

Haidisī died too cleanly; those two palms just now were merely Tang Luo's probing—there's no reason he'd have killed Haidisī so easily.

Killing him like that wouldn't do justice to Haidisī's cool entrance.

In the darkness, Haidisī indeed reappeared, his black robe already removed, wearing a set of splendid dark armor.

Not wearing a helmet, his black hair floated without wind, his eyes faintly emitting red light.

"Oh." Tang Luo clapped his hands suddenly, "So you guys are Saint Warriors!"

Seeing the Underworld King's splendid armor, and also Ares's armor, Tang Luo suddenly realized these guys' appearance followed the Saint Warrior style, not like the Thunder God's, but a "mythology" style.

The Haidisī that appeared was not just one.

As many as ten identical ones hovered in the night sky, not illusions—each truly existed.

Without many words, it seemed Tang Luo's action of clapping him "to death" angered him.

Haidisī raised his hand; a scarlet light flashed on his ten forefingers.

Ten extremely fine red light beams shot toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo moved his body; the trajectories of those beams instantly changed, chasing after him.

In an instant they wove into a net in this night sky, yet failed to "catch up" to Tang Luo.

Instead, Tang Luo closed in on one of the Haidisī and threw a punch.

All the Haidisī simultaneously raised their left hands, fingers together, palms aimed at Tang Luo; the surrounding space instantly solidified.

Turning into infinite, endless pressure, it seemed to press the weight of the whole world onto Tang Luo, squeezing from all directions, leaving no gap.

Tang Luo's fist paused for a moment, then continued forward, punching a hole through the chest of this Underworld King before him.

This Haidisī's body directly turned into black mist and vanished.

Those scarlet light beams also landed on Tang Luo, without the imagined piercing attack.

These scarlet light beams, as thin as fishing line, clung to Tang Luo's hands, feet, body, and neck like a spiderweb binding prey.

Unfortunately this prey was quite fierce, completely ignoring the scarlet spiderweb, charging toward the next Haidisī and kicking him into a puff of grey mist.

The "scarlet spiderweb" on Tang Luo also lost one strand.

The red line wrapped around his right hand, Tang Luo grabbed and pulled it; the Haidisī at the other end instantly lost balance, and Tang Luo used it as a weapon, sweeping it to smash the remaining Haidisī.

A group of Haidisī all exploded into black mist.

The scarlet spiderweb also vanished; just as they all disappeared, Tang Luo suddenly let out a soft "eh".

He felt his power wildly draining away, silently flowing into this Underworld as those scarlet light beams vanished.

"What a tremendous 'vitality'!" Haidisī's voice came from the void, carrying endless weight, "You can be my Underworld's first Undead War General."

As he spoke, the surrounding night sky surged with thick black waves, and numerous figures appeared.

Their numbers filled the entire sky.

These figures each emitted an extremely terrifying aura, the breath of death permeating.

Many were no less formidable than Ares and Bade'er.

These were all enemies the Underworld King Haidisī had encountered over the ages, his defeated subordinates.

Cast by Haidisī into the Underworld, between life and death, they became his eternal puppets.

Now Haidisī again set his sights on Tang Luo; having just snatched a tremendous power from this person, he felt moved.

Once transformed into his own deathly power… his Underworld, his undead puppets would become even stronger.

"Do you know where this guy's true body is hiding?" Tang Luo looked at Meng Tian and asked.

Meng Tian had already landed on the ground, leading the Terracotta Warriors and those skeleton undead in battle.

These skeleton troops that looked like cannon fodder each had astonishing combat power—on average five skeletons could destroy one Terracotta Warrior, and their numbers far exceeded the Terracotta Warriors, at least tenfold—when the Underworld appeared, the Speedy Road became illusory.

Although not completely gone, it was also temporarily sealed off.

Reinforcements had their roads cut off; Meng Tian needed to lead those Terracotta Warriors in battle to hold back the surging skeleton tide around them.

Hearing Tang Luo's question, Meng Tian said: "No, but we suspect Haidisī coexists with the Underworld; he is the Underworld."

Haidisī had dealt many times with the Great Qin Empire.

As the second enemy, the Great Qin Empire surely had studied him extensively; initially they suspected that blood moon was his true form, later proven false—when the Great Qin Empire's Dragon's Roar (weapon) tore apart the blood moon, Haidisī did not die.

One can only believe Haidisī's true body hides somewhere in a corner of the Underworld, able to shift at any time.

In that case, Haidisī is essentially equivalent to the entire Underworld.

"Like that." Tang Luo said, "So this guy doesn't have any handy weapon, huh?"

"Uh…… I haven't seen one." Meng Tian said while chopping the skeleton soldiers before him in half.

Haidisī's strength even surpassed Meng Tian's; he truly had never seen Haidisī use any weapon.

"If so." Tang Luo shook his head, reached out and grabbed; the Xuanbian in his hand took the form of the Xuanbian Sword.

He swung it at the Underworld War Generals charging forward.

A black sword light flashed past; all the Underworld War Generals in its sight turned to ash and vanished—and that wasn't all.

The black sky was directly ripped open, a huge gap.

Revealing normal daylight; immediately, that huge gap was filled with blood, a waterfall of blood pouring out and cascading to the ground.

The Underworld War Generals turned to ash, none of them revived.

"What did you do!"

The Underworld trembled, and a huge, faintly visible face could be vaguely seen in the darkness, exuding anger.

That was the face of the Underworld King, Hades.

The Mysterious Transformation Sword bore the destructive power from the Source, which had already injured his foundation.

The gap continued to expand, further tearing.

The surrounding night began to fade and retract, including the Underworld warriors and skeletons, all of whom were disappearing.

Soon, the same man as before appeared in the sky—Hades.

The difference was that a ferocious scar had appeared on his chest, and the nearby armor was shattered.

But no blood flowed from the wound; instead, a misty black vapor seeped out, swirling around the wound and barely dissipating.

"Take one of my swords and not die—you're not bad." Tang Luo looked at Hades and sincerely praised him.

Nowadays, the Mysterious Transformation is so powerful that few can block a single strike, although Tang Luo merely moved his hand casually at Zhu Bajie's request.

He wasn't truly trying to convert Hades.

Hades looked at Tang Luo, his handsome face somewhat distorted; he extended his hand, and the deathly aura of life and death extinction permeated, forming a dark‑red sword in his grasp.

The Underworld King's Sword.

The armor on his back suddenly sprang out three pairs of massive steel wings.

"This is it, Master—I can feel it; this thing is fated to be with us!" Zhu Bajie clenched his fist.

"Good." Tang Luo nodded, then glanced at Hades's armor and battle attire.

"Or else, let's strip his armor too—it looks like good stuff." He is someone who excels at drawing analogies.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have improved through repeated battles.

Hades raised the Underworld King's Sword in his hand and thrust it toward Tang Luo.

The background scene suddenly shifted, turning into a cosmic starry sky; endless sword light condensed into starlight that fell like a meteor shower.

Tang Luo instead retracted his Mysterious Transformation.

Now the Mysterious Transformation's destructive power is too great; in this weapon‑seizing battle it's unsuitable, so Tang Luo still achieves his goal with his bare hands.

Thousand Hands cannot defend.

A sky‑filling shadow of palms blocked the sword‑light meteors, and Tang Luo charged at Hades.

A slight movement of the uppermost pair of Hades's steel wings unleashed a terrifying pressure far greater than before, once again enveloping Tang Luo; moreover, the steel feathers on the upper right shot out a barrage of red light beams.

Unlike the earlier thin "light ray," this time it can be called a "spear," thrusting at Tang Luo to pierce and rend him.

A faint phantom flickered on his body, nearly overlapping his form; Tang Luo unleashed the Profound Gold Indestructible Body, like a tank at full throttle that cannot stop, charging toward Hades.

Neither the crushing pressure nor the scarlet light beams could impede him in the slightest as he rushed to Hades's front.

Though it sounds lengthy, it was merely an instant—Tang Luo had already forced Hades into his rhythm.

Their figures flickered in and out of view high in the sky, leaving various afterimages; Hades's deathly aura continually permeated, the scarlet light flashed, and assorted other attacks intertwined.

With myriad tactics, the lingering shadows of his power did not fade, and the sky was wholly dyed black‑red by him.

Yet anyone could see that Hades was clearly on the losing side, being beaten back step by step by Tang Luo.

Not only their trajectories, but all along it was Xuanzang advancing while Hades retreated.

Moreover, from time to time a relatively intact piece of armor, only slightly damaged, fell from the sky—these were the fragments of Hades's battle garb, constantly being torn apart.

Ares glanced at his own gleaming golden armor, silently put it away, and changed into a set that was less effective but at least low‑key.

Baldr, painstakingly recovering, once again buried himself underground.

The Thunder God lay on the ground, his eyes lifelessly staring at the sky; those who didn't know might think he was dead.

"No wonder you're an old fellow‑townsman! Your strength is just mighty!" Meng Tian gave a thumbs‑up.

"We're on the same side, right?"

"Whoosh—"

The surging power turned into a howling gale, forming twisted black lines that blew away all the phenomena in the sky.

Hundreds of armor shards fell onto the mountaintop, beside Zhu Bajie, including that black "Underworld King's Sword," which plunged into the ground, its hilt still trembling.

Hades was seized by the ankle by Tang Luo, casually lifted upside down like a dead dog, unable to move, his body entwined with black deathly aura that shrouded him; faintly visible on his handsome face were wounds all over.

"Hand over all your controlled weapons."

Tang Luo looked down at the crowd and said.

Confiscating enemies' weapons is a basic move in breaking up fights; it helps peace.

It is reasonable and logical; there is no way to refute it.