However, Xiao Chen blocked the way, looking as though he still had strength to spare.
"You can die content, knowing you forced my hand."
Seeing this, the Western Wanderer finally cast aside his hesitation and played his ultimate trump card.
"All of you are guilty!"
"In the name of the Yellow Springs True Monarch, I deliver heaven's judgment. I hereby sentence you to be cast into the Nine Netherworld, to fall into an eternal hell—a hell named Ice Mountain!"
As his verdict rang out, ghostly shadows swarmed the area.
A phantom materialized in mid-air. It wore a beaded imperial crown, dark upper robes, and a reddish lower garment. A river from the Yellow Springs coiled around its body.
It was the very same illusion of the Yellow Springs True Monarch that Xiao Chen had seen once before.
With a mere gesture of its hand, an ice mountain materialized.
The ice mountain then began to drift slowly toward Xiao Chen.
Its speed seemed incredibly slow—almost comically so.
