Then
Zhao Feng quickly withdrew his aura, and the Xuanyuan Sword returned to its sheath. Zhao Feng took a step forward, passing through the Ghost Gate, and headed straight into the depths of the Underworld.
Seeing Zhao Feng depart.
Ksitigarbha also let out a sigh of relief.
Although relying on the authority of the Underworld could boost his strength, even making him capable of contending with a late Quasi-Saint or even a Great Perfection, Zhao Feng gave him a strange feeling, as if he wasn't afraid of the Underworld's rules at all.
Of course.
Apart from him.
The Ten Halls Yama also let out a sigh of relief at this moment.
"Bodhisattva."
"What purpose does this fierce god have in coming to the Underworld?" King Qinguang looked at Ksitigarbha and asked.
Though they belong to different domains.
As Ksitigarbha said, for the operation of the Underworld, they had to do some things.
"Amitabha."
