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A golden chariot, imbued with endless majesty and blazing heat, patrolled the underworld like the sun itself.
Wherever it went, clusters of demons were executed, and spirits bowed their heads in submission.
All schemes and calculations were incinerated into ash in an instant.
The chariot sped forward.
Liang Hui sat cross-legged atop the chariot, his gaze profound, recalling the various pieces of information he had gathered during this time.
His expression gradually became serious, and he spoke:
"Kung Xuan!"
"Kung Xuan!!"
"Kung Xuan!!!"
Three consecutive calls.
Surrounding remained calm as before.
'Have I gained the upper hand?' Liang Hui speculated in his heart.
He wasn't surprised by such an outcome.
The fact that he wasn't squashed immediately upon his arrival in Huaiyuan Town meant that, at the very least, he and his adversary were equally matched in the future.
However, if the enemy was that peacock, the most challenging part was never Kung Xuan himself.
