Chapter 302: Eternal Hell
Yu Xiaogang was stunned at first, and before he could react, he felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him.
With a dull bang, the limbs rose up and the body fell down, and the torso was the first to come into close contact with the marble floor. The ground cracked like a spider web and raised a cloud of dust.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, spitting blood, his body felt as if his heart and lungs were being torn apart. After a long while, he finally caught his breath and said tremblingly, "Are you crazy?"
"How dare you." Hu Liena shouted in a tender voice. Without any movement, the pressure on Yu Xiaogang suddenly doubled. He was completely embedded in the floor, with only half of his face left.
"I am Hu Liena, the only disciple of the current Pope, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. Even a Titled Douluo would not dare to act presumptuously in front of me. I'll give you another chance to explain your intentions."
As the saying goes, if God wants you to perish, he will first make you crazy. When entering the Pope's Palace, Yu Xiaogang relied on the Pope's order to look down on everyone. But now he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, unable to move. He was just a mediocre great soul master, how could he resist the powerful pressure released by Hu Liena, who had unfathomable cultivation.
"I have the Pope's Order and am an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall. You can't do this to me."
Yu Xiaogang squeezed out a trace of soul power, took out the Pope's order from the storage soul guide, and roared.
Hu Liena stretched out her hand and sucked, and the Pope's order automatically flew out from the ruins where Yu Xiaogang was and fell into her hands.
"It is indeed a good Pope's Order, but I don't remember that the Pope's Order was issued to a little Great Spirit Master like you." Looking at the Pope's Order in her hand, Hu Liena said loudly: "Come here."
"Your Highness the Saint." Two fully armed palace knights holding spears walked in and knelt on one knee.
"This person actually dared to address His Holiness the Pope by his name and impersonated an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall. I will send him to hell and teach him a lesson." A teasing look flashed across Hu Liena's beautiful face.
Avici hell?
Hearing these four words, the two knights were obviously stunned and could not help but shudder. As the knights guarding the Pope's Palace, they naturally knew what the Abyss of Hell was. It was no exaggeration to say that it was the most terrifying prison in the world.
Immediately, the two men lifted up Yu Xiaogang, who was like a dead dog, and entered the hell.
The Hell of Infernal Affairs is located in a desolate area of Wuhun City, far away from the two holy places of the Pope's Palace and the Douluo Palace. It was established thirty-one years ago. It is said that it was proposed by the Pope Bibi Dong during the Saint Period. It is specially used to punish criminals such as those who slandered the Wuhun Palace, raped prostitutes, and trafficked people.
The grey barrel-shaped building looks old, and its outer wall has peeled off due to corrosion from wind and rain. Combined with the high circular wall outside, it makes people feel depressed.
When the prison gate creaked open, the entire prison was like a bottomless pit with its mouth agape, making people feel like they could never get out once they got in. Yu Xiaogang, who was severely hit by Hu Liena's imposing pressure, felt a little timid. He was a great master, but he was going to be imprisoned.
It seemed that the white wall, which had just been painted not long ago, was painted with red paint with a few big words "Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist". Yu Xiaogang looked at those big words and his face turned pale and blue. He just called out Bibi Dong, but was crushed to death by Hu Liena's powerful momentum, and then was brought to this place in a daze. How could he confess?
But this time he did not gain nothing at all, that is, he knew some of Hu Liena's strength, which was very strong, very and extremely strong. Facing Hu Liena, he always felt the same as facing the bleakness two years ago. If this continued, then his disciples' hope of winning would be very slim, so he had to find a way to pass the message so that Tang San could have a countermeasure.
"Brother, how long are you going to keep me here?" Yu Xiaogang asked weakly while being dragged by two jailers.
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"Who is your brother? Don't try to play any tricks here, otherwise you will suffer. Our fists and feet are not vague." The two jailers held Yu Xiaogang on the left and right and walked into the tube building that Yu Xiaogang hated so much.
The heavily guarded prison doors opened one after another in front of Yu Xiaogang, and a foul and disgusting smell came in. The further he went inside, the darker it became, and the dim light in the corridor seemed cold.
"Boss, the higher-ups said this old guy is a noble. Do you want to give him some special care? We in the Hell of Unending Suffering cannot treat our guests badly." A freckled-faced hell guard who was holding Yu Xiaogang's left arm smiled flatteringly and winked at the man in front of him.
Yu Xiaogang was stunned. Although this was his first time in prison, the so-called care mentioned by the jailer was definitely not a good thing.
The man walking in front was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, turned around and laughed, "You are such a piece of shit, okay, since the higher-ups have specifically told us to, let's treat him well and take him to cell number 11."
Number 11?
Hearing this ominous number, Yu Xiaogang became more and more uneasy.
Under the strange gazes of several people, Yu Xiaogang was pushed into a cell where more than a dozen big men lived.
"Old Piyan, just enjoy your time in there. Don't do anything rash, otherwise you'll never get out in this life." The head jailer gave Yu Xiaogang a few instructions and then locked the iron door.
"Bang." "Click." The teeth-grinding sound of metal clashing rang out. The iron doors were locked one after another. Once you enter prison, it's like entering a deep sea. It's hard to get out.
Yu Xiaogang swallowed his saliva at those hell friends who were looking at him with obscene eyes: "What do you want to do?"
On the other side, Prince Xue Qinghe, played by Qian Renxue, represented Xue Ye as the envoy of the Tiandou Empire and led fifteen teams of the Tiandou Empire into the area where Wuhun City was located.
"Xiao Wu, we are almost at Wuhun City, why are you still so depressed?" Sitting in the carriage, Ning Rongrong looked through the window at the majestic Wuhun City not far away.
Xiao Wu's face was pale: "Nothing, nothing."
In the previous qualifiers, she was lucky to avoid Soul Masters above the Soul Douluo level, but in this final, as a member of the Shrek team whose soul power is second only to Tang San, she must play no matter what. By then, there will definitely be more than one Titled Douluo watching.
What would she do then?
"Xiao Wu, if you are not feeling well, you don't have to participate in the next competition. We can still win the championship with just a few of us." Tang San said.
Hearing the word "champion", the faces of the Shrek people in the carriage turned gloomy. Among them, only Tang San and Xiao Wu reached the Soul Sect. To advance to the finals, Shrek had already tried their best. The championship was almost impossible.
"It would be great if the teacher was here. With him, maybe we can find a way to defeat the enemy." Tang San sighed and looked out the window. Suddenly, he was startled. A golden light flashed quickly in the distant sky: "That is..."