"You'er is fated to endure such a calamity?"
The Nether Emperor of Netherworld laughed at Tathāgata's words, a laughter so cold and chilling that it made one's blood run cold.
Raising his black spear with his right hand, nine fearsome Netherworld dragons howled as they once more assaulted Tathāgata, bringing fierce gales tumbling down; Tathāgata's gaze sharpened, and behind him emerged hundreds of arms, while his figure began to swell, continuing to grow taller.
"Buddhism embodies the path to eradicate evil, yet as the ruler of the Netherworld you disrupt the balance between Yin and Yang, leading lives to ruin. This is an unforgivable sin. I shall ferry the wicked and act in Heaven's stead, to annihilate you, this demoniac aberration!"
Tathāgata spoke with a grave voice, his Buddha's light shining even more dazzlingly, his hundreds of palms striking at the Netherworld dragon energy, the roaring noises tearing apart all other sounds between Heaven and Earth.
