Li Qingshan transformed into an army god. His body was like a mountain while his head resembled a cliff, towering towards the sky. He hurled a punch.

  Boom!

  The fierce gales rushed out, dispersing the chilly winds and endless sand. The sky revealed a hint of azure blue as an earthen-yellow mushroom cloud rose up slowly.

  As he attained mastery over the Heavenly Tome of Liberty, it was no longer weaker than any of his transformations of the demonic and divine.

  However, there was no joy on Li Qingshan’s face at all. With that punch, Ox-headed A’pang crossed his arms in front of him and forcefully blocked it. He did not sway, much less take a single step back. His sleeves and collar danced about in the wind.

  He maintained the same, simple smile as his eyes shone with red light. “This punch has some force!”


  Li Qingshan shivered inside.

  Over the years, he had plenty of contact with Chao Tianjiao. Of course, it was primarily being dragged out of the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes for her “visits”. Normally, they would begin fighting as soon as they had a dispute, but it would often still end in “rape”.

  They were not proper battles, but they were enough for him to estimate her strength. As someone who practised the path of xuanwu and served as the leader of the Six Ding, she was already a powerhouse among Human Immortals, yet she was nowhere near this powerful.

  Ox-headed A’pang suddenly knocked away Li Qingshan’s fist and said proudly, “Kid, if you can make me shift my feet, I’ll let you go back!”


  Before he had even finished what he was saying, the ground shook. Li Qingshan took a step forward and clenched both fists, raising them high in the air. He swung down like they were hammers. “Am I supposed to believe your lies?”


  Ox-headed A’pang’s face darkened, turning vicious. His eyes flashed with red light as a punch rushed forwards.

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  Boom!

  The ground cracked and sank by a few metres. Dust filled the air, obscuring the Road to the Yellow Springs.

  Ox-headed A’pang remained standing without collapsing, maintaining the same posture as when he threw his punch.

  Instead, Li Qingshan’s arms had been both broken, and his army qi dispersed too. He lost his balance and reeled forwards.

  Ox-headed A’pang sneered. “Is this the only move you know?”


  Li Qingshan’s mountainous figure fell forwards, but his lips formed a sneer.

  In the clouds of dust, there was a sudden flash of black. A vertical eye opened between his eyebrows, locking onto Ox-headed A’pang. A stream of black fire surged out.

  “Divine Fire of World Destruction!” Ox-headed A’pang was alarmed, immediately swallowed by the black fire.

  In the quiet room, Le Tian recovered from his failure and gazed at Li Qingshan. He murmured to himself, “It’s all thanks to you this time too. Hopefully, you can survive.” He shook his head with a wry smile. “How can that be possible?”


  He had investigated Ox-headed A’pang in detail before. His origins were a mystery. It was not as clear as Black and White Impermanence’s.

  The only thing he could be certain about was his strength ranked first among the Ten Hell Guards.

  There was once a Human Sovereign that underwent the sixth heavenly tribulation and became a Human Immortal right when his lifespan ran out, greatly increasing his lifespan as a result. In the end, when Ox-headed A’pang came in a timely fashion to capture him, the new Human Immortal behaved a little complacently after successfully undergoing the tribulation, perhaps because the mental pressure he had been under the entire time was far too great. He treated Ox-headed A’pang as a regular Ghost Immortal and mocked him a little.

  He was slain on the spot by Ox-headed A’pang, such that he even failed to escape with his Origin Soul. Let alone longevity, he could not even enter rebirth.

  Li Qingshan was only a Human Sovereign, and only his Yang Soul had entered the Hell realm, so how could he be Ox-headed A’pang’s opponent?

  The yellow earth melted into surging lava. The power behind the Divine Fire of World Destruction was alarming, but it also took a colossal toll. His thought clones vanished one by one, and his army was immediately reduced to nothing, with just him remaining. He threw himself towards Ox-headed A’pang like he was unstoppable.

  Jangle! Pitch-black chains shot out from the black flames like black dragons, locking around Li Qingshan firmly. Not only was he unable to break free from them, but he could not even use any techniques anymore.

  The black flames dispersed. Ox-headed A’pang stood in the centre of the surging lava. Much of his dark-brown hair and his tattered clothes had been burned, which made him seem rather shabby. But apart from that, he was unscathed.

  He tugged the metal chains and dragged Li Qingshan who was tied up like a turkey right before him. His eyes shone red with fury and hot air blasted out from his nostrils, like he wanted to skin Li Qingshan alive.

  Li Qingshan glanced at his feet and sneered. “Can I trust your lies?”


  Ox-headed A’pang’s expression stiffened. He had already taken a small half-step back with his right foot.

  That was completely a reflex when he faced the Divine Fire of World Destruction. He had not been beaten back. It was just like how mortals would shrink back very naturally when they were faced with flames that raged their way.

  However, since he had taken a step back, then he had taken a step back, regardless of the reason. During that instant earlier, his mind swayed slightly when he faced the terrifying Divine Fire of World Destruction.

  He exhaled deeply and blew out the lava, which solidified back into rock. The vast yellow sands enveloped them again. The road of yellow soil meandered, extending over from the unknown into the unknown.

  He carried Li Qingshan on his back and strode off.

  Li Qingshan mocked him loudly. “What shitty god of the underworld? Is this it? You even licked up what you’ve spat out yourself! Even dogs don’t eat their own shit!”


  Ox-headed A’pang remained silent, just focusing on travelling.

  Li Qingshan did not care anyway. If it were not for the chains, he would have directly detonated his Yang Soul and blown up in his face. As a result, he continued to mock away. “Why don’t you change your name to Dog-headed A’pang instead? You only bite away at those weaker than you. When you meet someone stronger than you, you tuck your tail between your legs and act pitiful. If I underwent the sixth heavenly tribulation, could you even withstand a punch from me?”


  Ox-headed A’pang walked faster and faster, without any regard for his direction, like he was wandering around blindly. However, the Road to the Yellow Springs rapidly receded under his feet.

  Li Qingshan thought,

  As a result, he unleashed everything. “Heh, you don’t look like what you actually are at all! Aren’t you just a dog, scurrying around and biting people everywhere? These chains are chains for chaining you up, aren’t they? Tell me who your master is. The Ten Courts of Yanluo? The immortals and buddhas beyond the Nine Heavens? Hmm? Why aren’t you wearing it around your own neck? Why’re you using them to bind me?”


  Ox-headed A’pang’s eyes were scarlet like blood. His chest heaved violently as his breathing became harsh. He was running out of patience.

  “I once knew an ox. Who knows just how much greater he is compared to you! You’re both oxen, so how are you so different?”


  Ox-headed A’pang suddenly stopped. He began to tremble all over. It was right when Li Qingshan thought he was about to kill him.

  With a plip, a tear fell on the yellow soil, rolling into a muddy pellet. With a series of plips and plops, tears fell endlessly like they had been released from a dam. In the blink of an eye, it formed a muddy, yellow puddle on the ground.

  Li Qingshan was unable to see his face. He was extremely surprised. “Dog-headed A’pang, what’s wrong with you?”


  Ox-headed A’pang knelt down on the ground slowly and began to sob painfully. He cursed away furiously in a fit of anger and cried out at the top of his lungs, yet it was a mystery what he was cursing at and what he was crying out for. It was as if he had gone mad.

  Li Qingshan was dumbfounded. “H- has the quality of my curses evolved to such a level already? It can even give him mad cow disease!”


  Before he knew it, the chains around his body slackened. He moved around a little. If he wanted to run, there was no place for him to run on the Road to the Yellow Springs. If he wanted to fight, he clearly was not Ox-headed A’pang’s opponent. For a moment, he actually had no idea what to do.

  He had even cursed to the point where he started crying, so he did feel a little awkward. To think that the emotions of a Hell Guard would actually be so fragile!

  He asked cautiously, “Hey, what are you crying for?”


  “It’s the wrong path! It’s the wrong path!” Ox-headed A’pang wailed sorrowfully and beat his chest, which thumped like a war drum.

  “But isn’t there only one path here? You regret harassing your granddaddy, no, I mean you regret harassing me. That’s fine. Just let me go back.” Li Qingshan patted him on the shoulder and consoled him patiently. If he could preserve his Yang Soul, that would be for the best.

  “No, you must go to hell!” Ox-headed A’pang suddenly turned towards him. The fur on his face was moist, but his expression was extremely determined.

  “Fucking hell, you obstinate dog-headed ghost. Eat another one of my punches!” Li Qingshan threw his punch.

  Ox-headed A’pang said sternly, “The ox you spoke of told me to come and guide you!”


  Li Qingshan’s fist came to a halt. “Brother ox!?”