I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

The Chakravartin was trembling all over, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His face was as pale as paper, and he asked cautiously in a voice that was slightly trembling and full of awe, "Sage, I don't know your name, but is it Li Chen?"

At this moment, the ten Yama Kings, including the Chakravartin, were utterly terrified, desperate to ascertain whether the man before them was indeed the legendary "Ancestor of Witches and Butchers"—Li Chen. After all, terrifying rumors about this "Ancestor of Witches and Butchers" had already spread throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths, terrifying countless immortals and gods.

Not long ago, a horrific massacre rocked the Three Realms. It was said that this gruesome slaughter was the work of the "Ancestral Witch Butcher"! With the exception of Tathagata Buddha, who, thanks to his profound Buddhist cultivation, managed to escape with a handful of Bodhisattvas, virtually all other Buddhist disciples were killed, all perishing tragically at the hands of the "Ancestral Witch Butcher" with his bloody and brutal methods.

The Ten Kings of Hell already knew the whole story of this matter, so it can be said that it was the Buddhist sect that took the initiative to cause this. However, the fact that he was able to kill so many Buddhist disciples shows how powerful Li Chen was.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were twelve ancient demon gods formed from the blood and essence of the ancient god Pangu. Each of them possessed the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and their strength was terrifying.

Randomly selecting anyone from that group of extremely terrifying beings to descend into the underworld would bring disastrous consequences. The entire underworld would be razed to the ground in an instant, completely destroyed beyond recognition, and even a trace of its existence would be difficult to find.

Yet, even facing such a formidable foe, the mysterious and fearsome "Ancestral Witch Butcher" showed no fear. He ruthlessly slaughtered numerous Ancestral Witches. His bloodthirsty and brutal methods, astonishingly powerful combat power, far exceeded anyone's imagination!

At that moment, a voice boomed like a bell: "Yes, I am Li Chen!" It was Li Chen who spoke, his words resonating like thunder in the air. Upon hearing Li Chen's personal admission of his identity, the Ten Yama Kings felt a chill rising from their feet, quickly spreading throughout their bodies, their hearts instantly chilled. At that moment, they gnashed their teeth in hatred for the Black and White Impermanence, secretly vowing to teach these two a lesson if they had the chance!

King Chujiang's face was pale, his whole body trembling, and he almost collapsed as he explained loudly, "Immortal Li Chen! No, no, no, we should call you Saint Li Chen! All of this is just a huge misunderstanding! We really didn't expect that those two idiots, the Black and White Impermanence, could actually provoke you. You know, the strength of our underworld is relatively weak to begin with, how can we withstand the torment of a figure like you!"

"Hmph! That's perfect! I just happened to want to visit the underworld! I wanted to trade with you guys for some precious medicinal herbs, but I didn't expect the Black and White Impermanence to lure me over directly. Isn't this perfect?"

Li Chen said with a smile, but in the ears of the Ten Kings of Hell, this was not a good word! Originally, Li Chen planned to make a good deal with them, but now because of the Black and White Impermanence, the deal could not be made, and Li Chen wanted to beat them.

"Saint Li Chen, this time it was the Black and White Impermanence who made a mistake and accidentally arrested the wrong person. Please forgive my mistakes and let the underworld go!"

The always upright King Pingdeng had to beg for mercy this time. After all, Li Chen's strength was there. Even if the Ten Kings of Hell joined together, they might not be able to withstand even one of Li Chen's hands.

"You haven't noticed, but I've already let the Underworld off the hook. I prefer to enjoy the fun of fighting. Take out your weapons and have some fun with me! Just treat it as a joke!"

Li Chen's emotions boiled over the moment he mentioned the battle. Perhaps it was because he had been battling the Ancestral Witches for so long, but Li Chen had also begun to develop a warlike and bloodthirsty nature.

"this!"

The Ten Kings of Hell were stunned at this moment. They didn't expect Li Chen to actually want to fight them! It wasn't that they didn't dare to fight Li Chen, they were afraid that when fighting with Li Chen, Li Chen would lose control of himself and kill them!

"Otherwise, how do you think you've been able to eat so much until now?"

Li Chen's words sent a chill through the hearts of the Ten Kings of Hell. Yes, Li Chen could easily defeat them with just one hand. If Li Chen used both hands with all his might, they would be defeated in an instant!

"Why don't you show your weapons and fight me?"

Li Chen continued to speak aggressively, and powerful waves of mana rushed towards the Ten Kings of Hell. Seeing that there was no other way, the King of Hell could only fight with Li Chen and let this saint have a good time!

"In that case, we are sorry. Please enlighten us!"

The Ten Yama Kings shouted in unison, their voices resounding like thunder, resounding through the heavens. Immediately, they all sprang into action, each taking a fighting stance. As they moved, their aura instantly became fierce and powerful, as if merging with the surroundings.

At the same time, their clothing began to undergo a strange transformation. King Qin Guang, dressed in a black robe with fluttering sleeves, muttered something to himself as a blood-red light emanated from his palm. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a hideous, vengeful puppet made of flesh and blood. This vengeful puppet exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

King Chujiang held a massive machete in his hand, its blade radiating a chill so intense it seemed to freeze the very air. With a single swing of his arm, a faint whistling sound could be heard wherever the blade flashed.

Emperor Song held a double-headed machete in his hands, the blades exceptionally sharp, flashing with a cold light. He brandished the two blades, sweeping forward like a whirlwind, his momentum fierce.

The Five Senses King held a staff shaped like a giant, coiling snake, its head carved with lifelike precision, its mouth wide open, revealing sharp fangs. As he swung the staff, a black mist billowed in the air, through which countless ghostly figures could be seen darting.

King Yama drew a long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like the brightest star in the night sky. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed through the air like lightning, setting off a string of dazzling sparks.

King Biancheng held a spear in his hand, the tip of which gleamed with a sharp edge, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. He stood with his spear in hand, looking majestic and imposing, as if he could crush the enemy with a single strike.

The muscles in King Taishan's arms bulged high, covered with dense knots, and looked extremely hard. He swung his thick fists, and each punch was accompanied by a whirring sound, with astonishing power.

The City King's hands transformed into spider-like thorns, gleaming with a faint blue light, evidently laced with poison. He nimbly moved across the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

King Pingdeng wields a sword, its blade as thin as a cicada's wing, yet extremely sharp. His swordsmanship is exquisite, and each move is full of hidden secrets, making it difficult to predict.

Finally, the Chakravartin came. He clasped his hands together and muttered something. A moment later, several gears of varying sizes suddenly appeared in his palms and behind him. These gears spun rapidly, meshing with each other and making a creaking sound, revealing a mysterious and terrifying power.

"Not bad, not bad, this is more like it. Looks like we can have some fun today!"

Li Chen clapped his hands and conjured up his own stick. As the stick was grasped in Li Chen's palm, a powerful pressure emanated from the entire Yama Palace. The Yama Kings holding the weapons felt an extremely terrifying chill.