During the conversation, Yu Setian saw an additional figure appearing in the distance.

    It was a monk, a monk with a gleaming bald head, riding Dhritarashtra with blood-red eyes, charging towards them.

    Yu Setian frowned and said, "Something''s wrong. Ksitigarbha wears white monk robes, and his head isn''t this shiny..."

    As Yu Setian was puzzling over this, Dhritarashtra drew close.

    Upon a closer look, Yu Setian frowned and said, "You''re not Ksitigarbha, what the hell are you? Your head''s as shiny as a Luminous Pearl?"

    "Luminous Pearl..." Tang Sanzang had been angry from the very start, and upon hearing this moniker, he suddenly burst into rage.

    The muscular woman who had been sent flying by a punch from Tang Sanzang earlier recognized him and yelled, "My lord, it''s him, it''s him who punched me before!"

    Upon hearing this, Yu Setian abruptly stood up, pointing at Tang Sanzang and cursing loudly, "You dead baldy, you dare to lay a hand on my woman?! You''re looking for death!"

    In a roar of rage, Yu Setian charged out of his palanquin, his strength going berserk, and rolling clouds of blood energy tumbling around him. The power of the Nether River nearby was all drawn towards him. Yu Setian''s body cracked open, transforming into a blood-colored demon god. Behind him unfolded a series of blood-colored halos, within which evolved worlds of a Blood Sea—Attack!

    Tang Sanzang was already furious, and seeing Yu Setian resorting to violence without a word, he became even more enraged. Without uttering a word, he leapt from Dhritarashtra''s back and threw a punch from mid-air!

    "Scram!"

    Boom!

    Yu Setian only saw the Nether River explode in front of him, a massive Fist Power directly striking in front of him.@@@@

    The violent force made his soul tremble with fear...

    In that instant, Yu Setian''s mind flashed with the image of Poxun, and he screamed aloud in cursing, "Poxun, you''re screwing me over!"

    The next moment, Yu Setian was swallowed by the Fist Power. The blood-colored demon god shattered, the halos burst apart, and the evolved worlds turned into nothingness...

    The Fist Power plowed ahead, blasting a trench through the Nether River, so long and wide it seemed endless, the river water splitting and struggling to merge again!

    Watching this terrifying scene, Dhritarashtra was thoroughly petrified.

    Before coming here, he had received a message from Mount Meru that Tang Sanzang was supposed to be very formidable, but he had never imagined that this irreverent bald man could be so terrifying!

    He should know better, having followed Ksitigarbha at the shore of the Nether River all year round, daily devising tricks to fool the Asura Clan in the river, and thus forming a force of Buddhist soldiers. It seemed they had the advantage, but he was well aware of the terror of the Nether River.

    The width of the Nether River was beyond measure, endless at a single glance; and as for its length, that was even more unfathomable.

    The muscular women blushed...

    "My lord, what do we do now?" another sturdy woman asked.

    Yu Setian, with a darkened face, said, "Damn it, that scoundrel Poxun set me up, this isn''t over. You all go home, I''ll follow quietly and if I don''t get a chance to set him up, I won''t be able to sleep."

    After that, the two groups of people, weeping and wiping tears away, warned each other to be careful before dispersing.

    Once they had scattered,

    Two members of the Asura Clan whispered to each other, "Lord Yu Setian is truly noble, the women of the Asura Clan are each more beautiful than the last, yet he took all the ugly ones away... If not for him, considering the strength of those few women, we might all have struggled to escape their clutches."

    "Mmm, isn''t that the truth..."

    ...

    Meanwhile, Poxun was fleeing frantically, finally rushing into the depths of the Nether River.

    The deepest part of the Nether River was not solid ground, but a lake that shone like blood-red gemstones!

    Yu Setian jumped straight into the lake, and instantly the world whirled around, feet turned into head, head turned into feet, and the void twisted. In a moment of change, the blood color vanished.

    In its place was a world filled with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

    The lake was crystal clear, and on the edge, there was a straw hut. In front of the straw hut, a skinny old man sat whittling a sword with a clacking sound.

    When Yu Setian saw this old man, he instantly lost his prior arrogance, bowing his head with hands hanging low, respectfully approaching the elder, and said, "Poxun pays respects to the Ancestor."

    This person was none other than the notorious Ancestor of the Nether River.

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    The Ancestor of the Nether River, without even lifting his head, asked, "I told you all to cultivate properly, but you''ve just been lazing around. What''s happened now? Rushing around in such a panic, you haven''t been hunted down, have you?"

    The Ancestor of the Nether River casually threw out a question, to which Poxun nodded miserably and replied, "Ancestor, you''re so wise!"

    Crack...

    The Ancestor''s sword nearly broke from his whittling!

    Frowning, the Nether River Ancestor said, "Poxun, although your strength is so-so, during the wild days of antiquity when demons reigned, your cultivation would indeed not stand out. But nowadays, the demons are gone, and the few that remain have entered seclusion in the Zixiao Palace. In today''s world, there aren''t many who can defeat you... Besides, this place is our Blood Sea and Nether River, home to eighty billion Asura Clan members. You have the advantage of time, place, and people here, who could possibly hunt you down in this place?"