After setting up a barrier at the entrance of the tomb, Chen Hao descended into the tomb with Ye Yuqiao, Xie Xiaofeng, and Tang Jing.

Arriving in front of the first door of the tomb, Chen Hao looked up at the towering gateway and remarked, "This gate is a spitting image of the Netherworld's gate. It's simply unbelievable that such a tall structure could be built so deep underground."

Once inside, Chen Hao saw Wu Yong and Liuzi, who were still unconscious. Even though their Yin Souls had been taken to the Eighteen Levels of Hell by the Hand of Death, their natural lifespans had not yet ended, which meant they could hang onto life, despite being unconscious and without water for twenty days, by clinging to the last bit of Yang Energy in their bodies.

"These two men are the Onmyoji and Tomb Guardian who led us into the tomb that day. Uncle Wu, the Onmyoji, was introduced to us by Chairman Lu Yuan," Xie Xiaofeng explained to Chen Hao. "Their Yin Souls were taken to Hell by the Hand of Death. We were in a hurry to evacuate, so we left them here. Bastard, you decide whether to bring their Yin Souls back from the Eighteen Levels of Hell or to first let them wake up and live temporarily as Yang Souls."

Chen Hao frowned, then walked over to Wu Yong and Liuzi to infuse them with Yang Energy. After he finished, he retreated to Ye Yuqiao's side and said, "Let's just wake them up for now. We can retrieve their Yin Souls from Hell after we descend to the Netherworld later. However, I have sealed the entrance with a sealing technique, so let them stay in the tomb for a few more days until we leave."

"Hmm!"

Then, following the procedure Wu Yong and Liuzi used last time, Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing opened the first door, and the group walked through.

"This bridge must be the Naihe Bridge," Chen Hao remarked, looking at the large bridge in front of him.

"There are mechanisms on this bridge; it will break apart when we reach the middle," said Xie Xiaofeng. With those words, he used the Five Elements Transformation Technique to turn himself into a mist of water, then slowly drifted across the surface of the bridge.

Chen Hao, holding Tang Jing and Ye Yuqiao's hands on either side, followed closely behind using his Qinggong.

Just like last time, as they reached the middle of the bridge and his toes lightly tapped the surface like a dragonfly skimming the water, the entire bridge began to split in two and fall downward; however, when the group reached the other side and looked back, the bridge had returned to its original state.

"Who knows how many people have perished in this river since ancient times," Chen Hao mused as he looked at the river below the bridge.

"Da da long long!" A rapid succession of sounds from soldiers and horses approached.

"The terracotta soldiers are coming!" Xie Xiaofeng announced.

Soon after, four squads of terracotta cavalry appeared from the street entrance ahead, and in an instant, numerous flashes of swords and the sound of galloping hooves grew more urgent.

"Sword Qi!" Chen Hao moved instantly to a spot ten meters ahead, "Vanish!"

As soon as he spoke, a burst of terrifyingly cold Sword Qi emanated from within him, spreading out like a howling gale in all directions, striking at the terracotta soldiers and horses that were brandishing their weapons and closing in with shouts.

When the Sword Qi had dissipated, the ground was littered with shattered remains of terracotta soldiers and horses.

Puffs of green smoke rose from the cracked terracotta, then converged to form evil spirits and Wandering Souls, kneeling on the ground and repeatedly kowtowing, pleading with Chen Hao to spare them.

The corners of Chen Hao's mouth lifted slightly to reveal a cold sneer.

Suddenly, he stopped smiling, and a burst of Yang Energy radiated from him, destroying all evil spirits and Wandering Souls in its path, leaving them scattered.

In just a short time, Chen Hao had cleared out nearly a thousand terracotta city-guarding soldiers.

Seeing this scene, both Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing behind him felt amazed and shocked. In just twenty days, Chen Hao had not only improved greatly, but his inner strength and martial arts had also enhanced, becoming exceptionally powerful and fearsomely formidable.

Ye Yuqiao was not surprised; she knew very well that Chen Hao's strongest ability was his explosive power. Whenever an emergency arose, Chen Hao would burst forth with extraordinary ability and combat force.

In other words, Chen Hao was forced into it; his adaptability was extremely strong.

Chen Hao had just cleared away this wave of terracotta soldiers and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when the next wave of terracotta troops arrived. They were galloping on winged horses above in the sky, followed by rows of cloud-riding archers.

"Boyfriend, the garrison troops within the Netherworld are mostly like this as well. You can treat this as a real combat drill," Ye Yuqiao sent a secret message to Chen Hao.

"Got it!" Chen Hao responded. Suddenly, his eyes shot out a cold light, and his entire demeanor became unusually serious and stern as he treated the terracotta soldiers before him as if they were the real garrison troops of the Netherworld.

The blade was chilling, its edge dazzling!

Chen Hao drew the Nether King's World-Slaying Blade.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Thousands of arrows launched! Countless bows shot toward him like a sudden downpour.

In just a few seconds, Chen Hao swung the Nether King's World-Slaying Blade dozens of times, striking before the arrows piercing the chests of those charging earlier could reach him.

Streaks of dark purple light appeared in the sky, as if the night itself were being torn apart by these radiant beams.

Then, the beams of light spiraled forward, each carrying a chilling and breath-taking sword aura.

Inside the tomb, adorned meticulously by Luminous Pearls, the skylit scene before Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing seemed as if it was being ripped apart, with fierce gales emanating from these tears, rampaging through the night sky and ravaging the rain of thousands of arrows.

In the blink of an eye, all the arrows were shredded by the fierce winds, the countless arrows crushed by the sword Qi.

The neatly arranged terracotta army in the sky was also annihilated by the sword Qi, reduced to particles of dust and earth, scattered chaotically and wantonly in the gale, only beginning to slowly settle after the roaring sword Qi had passed, accumulating a thick layer on the ground.

And the souls attached to the terracotta soldiers were shattered by the sword Qi, transforming into particles of Primordial Spirits and Primordial Souls that sparkled with a faint yellow light, adorning the night sky.

"Handled them!" Chen Hao turned back to Ye Yuqiao, Xie Xiaofeng, and Tang Jing and smiled.

At this moment, Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing were somewhat stupefied. Within just one minute, Chen Hao had cleared out thousands of terracotta garrison soldiers, which was unimaginable.

"That was so quick!" Xie Xiaofeng was stunned. "So many artifacts destroyed just like that!"

Ye Yuqiao walked up to Chen Hao expressionlessly and said, "Chen Hao, it seems that the Yin Qi Spiritual Power within you has grown quite a bit during this time. But don't get cocky, these terracotta soldiers are possessed by evil spirits, and there's still a significant difference compared to the real garrison troops of the Netherworld."

"Yeah, I know!" Chen Hao nodded, then took Ye Yuqiao's hand. "Take me to the Nether King Palace. I really want to see what the place where you lived and worked was like."

"Worked at?" Ye Yuqiao smiled faintly, finding Chen Hao's wording amusing. But Chen Hao wasn't wrong; that was indeed where she worked.

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